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11 Sunday Aug 2013
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11 Sunday Aug 2013
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04 Sunday Aug 2013
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An unexpected guest arrived and spent a good half hour trying to drink Speedy’s beer:
He was coy at the beginning, but as his thirsty frustration mounted he became more athletic in his efforts to reach the brew.
No beer! It was too far down in the glass. He chose to go for a stroll instead of drowning his sorrows, which probably would have turned out to be a literal drowning. Off he wobbled, past Spilled Water Lake of Regrets and on into the late afternoon sunshine.
But soft! What lies ahead? Friend or foe? Dinner?
Judging from his eyes, this is the fellow who took advantage of Speedy’s untended beer.
What was the outcome of this historic meeting? I’d like to be able to tell you there was an epic battle, life and death!, but alas, it was extremely dull. No one ate anyone else, and no ever really got into Speedy’s beer, except Speedy.
PS If anyone can identify the green visitor I’d love to know what he is. I’ve done a bit of searching, but with 20,000 grasshopper species world wide I soon lost heart and decided it would be more fun to pop a cold one. You never know who will come to join you.
26 Friday Jul 2013
Posted in Building, Construction, Liguria, San Maurizio di Monti, Uncategorized
The hills above Rapallo leap quickly to a height of about 600 meters (about 2,000 feet) at La Crocetta, the pass above Rapallo, this in the space of perhaps 2.5 miles as the crow flies (a lot longer as the car drives). In the olden days when there were no cars people navigated between points on ancient roads or paths that connected all the little towns. Many houses were built in what, after the birth of the auto, became completely remote and inaccessible locations. So, if you buy a rustico and want to restore it, how do you get your materials in place, given that you’re perched on a steep slope and there is no road to your rustico?
Easy!
We were enjoying a calm breakfast when the peace was shattered by nearby rotors. They got very loud, then they got slightly softer, then they got very loud again. It turned out the helicopter was ferrying construction materials to a worksite on the hillside across from us.
It sounds like an expensive and impractical way to move material, but in about six trips over the course of half an hour the helicopter brought in mysterious supplies encased in large white plastic bags, as well as some steel. Someone will soon have a beautifully restored rustico. But will they need to use a helicopter to reach it??
18 Thursday Jul 2013
Posted in Animals in Italy, Birds in Italy, Italian men, People, Portraits of people, Rapallo, Uncategorized
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Strolling through town the other day (before it got so hot) I was pleased to encounter this eccentric gent. He was happy to pose for me with his little bird. I wasn’t expecting the kissing event, but evidently it’s something they’re both accustomed to. I wonder if the bird thinks he has a very well-trained man?
Sorry it’s out of focus, but it’s a nice shot of the tourist in the background. This is how they walk around together; every now and then the bird nibbles the man’s gold necklace.
After I asked if I could photograph him the man struck a pose. I particularly like the man’s costume with its northward nod to the Alps and its westward nod to France.
Wasn’t expecting this, and I have to say it kind of grossed me out! The bird took little nips at the man’s tongue, which made me suspect that sometimes the man gives the bird treats in this unorthodox manner. When I asked what the bird’s name was the man replied, ‘pappagallo,’ which just means ‘parrot.’ I felt no wiser, but was somehow unable to continue the conversation.
12 Friday Jul 2013
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The cherries were very late this year and because of the cold rainy spring many of them matured and spoiled without getting sweet. I would guess that about only a third of our cherries ripened to red juicy sweetness on the tree. Most years we have cherries I make jam, but with the reduced quantity this year we simply ate most of them. As our dwindling reserves began to go bad, I decided to make a pair of small cherry tarts for our tea-time, even though we’re both stouter than we want to be and are trying to ‘do something’ about it.
Was it good?
Yes it was! If you have a few cherries, not enough for a pie or jam, why not throw together a cherry tart? It takes very little time and is a true seasonal treat. You can read how I made mine here.
07 Sunday Jul 2013
Posted in Italian men, Uncategorized
We see these men (and sometimes women) in white in all the tourist towns of Italy. I don’t recall ever seeing one in the U.S. – maybe in the larger cities? Anyone ever seen one in New York or San Francisco?
The best remain absolutely motionless until someone drops a coin in the bucket. Then they slowly move in some form of acknowledgment. This man, whom we found in Lucca, was a hand-kisser. Some merely bow or regally raise a hand to say ‘thanks.’ The amateurs among them will sometimes wear a white mask, presumably so they can make faces and move at least some part of their bodies. The other day in Rapallo I saw a boy in white who had simply given up and was striding down the street thrusting his cap at people to ask for money.
It’s hard to imagine who came up with the idea of being rewarded for standing still; but it must be a good idea because a lot of people do it, and if it didn’t pay at least something they wouldn’t. I wonder if anyone would pay if the person weren’t done up to look like a white statue? Evidently some people simply can’t resist touching the statues to see if they’re real. It doesn’t always work out well, as this video from Australia illustrates.
This ‘statue’ works in Lucca, although the box he’s standing on says SPQR, which is the motto of Rome. (Senatus Populusque Romanus – the senate and people of Rome.) While it dates from ancient Rome, it is now seen everywhere in the modern city; Speedy remembers that all the man-hole covers bear this acronym.
This man was particularly fun as he had a very pleasant expression, even while he was simply standing and waiting. It’s not a job I’d want, though; I can’t imagine standing still for any length of time, or being covered in white paint.
04 Thursday Jul 2013
Rapallo just celebrated her Festa Patronale in honor of the Virgin Mary. It is three days of madness in town (you can see some photos of various elements of the celebration, including the parade of crucifixes here) beginning with a huge volley of mortar fire at 8 a.m. on July 1st. This is followed by fireworks presented by the Sestiere at mid-day and evening on the 1st, 2nd and 3rd. Why anyone wants to fire off huge noisy mortars first thing in the morning is beyond me (they do it to greet and salute the Virgin, to let her know the Festa has begun; it closes with another cannonade last thing on the 3rd). But fire them off they do. We were congratulating ourselves for living up above the chaos and thus missing most of the smoke:
We were smug too soon, as it turned out. Half an hour later most of the smoke had drifted up our way, but by then it was dissipated enough not to matter.
During the Festa the cathedral in town is brightly lit:
Here are a few shots of the fireworks from rather far away on the night of the 3rd (our house – I just didn’t have the om-pah-pah to join the fray this year) . I like to think of them as our own private 4th of July.
If you’re interested in Rapallo’s long relationship with the Virgin you can read about it here.
Happy 4th of July, everyone!
25 Tuesday Jun 2013
Posted in Animals in Italy, Birds in Italy
A week or so some friends showed us the quite unpromising location of this sitting duck’s nest.: the corner of their house made by the outside staircase descending from the second floor. Silly duck. A dog and a cat both live upstairs. We didn’t give this lady, far from a friendly pond, much chance of survival.
Whether because of good luck or watchfulness on the part of the second floor family, there was Good News today. The eggs hatched.
We had the good fortune to arrive in the midst of it all. This photo is hard to figure out, but it’s a wet duckling struggling out of the egg:
There’s still the problem of pets upstairs, and the distance from water. When we left, our friends were discussing whether they should put the new family in a box and transfer them to the closest pond, buy a child’s wading pool and set it up next to the pan of bread they put out every day, or simply let nature take her course.
22 Saturday Jun 2013
Posted in Food, Indian recipes, Uncategorized
Speedy, as you may have already gathered, is an enthusiastic chef and a fine eater. He has yet to meet the cuisine that doesn’t fascinate him and about which he’d like to know more. He’s been cooking ‘Indian’ food for years (a too-broad term, I think, for the huge variety of regional dishes that originate from the subcontinent). There are not as many ethnic restaurants in Italy as we are accustomed to in the States, so whenever we find ourselves near a good one, we’re likely to take advantage. Coming back to Italy this year we paused overnight near Heathrow Airport and found the Harlington Tandoori Restaurant within walking distance of our hotel in Hayes, where we enjoyed a fine meal.
Afterwards we were fortunate enough to meet the owner of the establishment. Speedy got talking to our waiter, and later the owner about the Tandoor ovens used to make this particular cuisine. We were invited to the kitchen to take a look at the oven:

This is a commercial oven, obviously, but the principles behind its construction are basically the same as have driven Tandoor oven manufacture for millenia (Tandoor ovens, which are found throughout southern, central and western Asia, as well as the Caucasus, date from the Indus civilizations of 3300-1300 BCE). The basic idea is that you have a clay pot in the bottom of which you build a fire; then you put whatever it is you want to cook on long skewers, place the skewers vertically in the oven and lean the tops against the edge of the pot. Cover, and depending on your fire, your food will cook/smoke/bake at very high tempertature (temps can reach near 480 C (900 F) according to Wikipedia). Speedy remembers a visit to an Indian restaurant’s kitchen in London some thirty years ago where the Tandoor oven was the old-fashioned kind, and was set into the floor so that only about a foot of the top was exposed.
That evening as we enjoyed our delicious Tandoori meal (I had fish, Speedy had lamb tikka) a seed was planted. He began to wonder, “Could I construct a Tandoor oven for home use?” Many hours of research later, the answer was yes! Speedy not only learned that he could make such a thing, he learned how to do it, and thus was born the Great Tandoor Project of 2013.
It began with a trip to Piemonte to procur a steel oil drum that our friend Leo found for us at his friend Alessandro’s garage. The clay pot in which the food cooks is not free-standing; it is housed in a larger structure with insulation around it. In the photo above, the commercial Tandoor is in a steel box; ours was to be in an oil drum. An oil drum doesn’t sound very delicious in connection with food, but Alessandro did a masterful job cleaning it up for us, and he removed the top as well.
Leo had gotten us a huge bag of vermiculite to use as insulation (I don’t know where he found it – I’ve looked for it here to mix with soil for potted plants but have not had any luck). Many of Speedy’s internet advisors (lots of them from Australia, immigrants from Bangladesh, Pakistan, India, etc.) recommended a large flower pot for the cooking chamber, the bottom of which he could remove to use, later, as the top. The next order of business was to get it all into the car and back to Rapallo. As I had somewhat foolishly decided that we should also buy all the plants and other supplies for our garden at the center where we bought the 22-inch tall clay pot, it made for a rather crowded Mini:
We all arrived home safe and sound, and Speedy went to work, first using a grinder to cut the bottom off the pot:
Next he removed about sixteen inches from the top of the oil drum:
The next step was to put down a layer of firebrick set in sand in the bottom of the drum; this he then topped with another layer of cemented firebrick, and the flower pot was cemented to that, top side down.
Then he had to arrange a passage connecting the outer drum and the inner pot (which he had cut before cementing it into place – clever!) to provide air for the fire, to feed in more fuel, and through which to clear out the ashes. He lined this short passage with mortared firebricks and made a smooth cement passage from outside to inside. He used a piece of metal he cut from the leftover part of the drum to construct an overlapping door for the aperture. From his old racing days he found a Spec Racer Ford body latch which was the perfect thing, and he unearthed a handsome brass hinge (purchased for $3.49 from Lindell’s Hardware in Canaan, Connecticut, who knows how many years ago) and mounted them all accurately.
No doubt you’ve already noticed the snappy paint job. High temperature silver paint added just a touch of class to the otherwise work-a-day oil drum. He left the word “Cat,” at this cat-lover’s request. All that remained was to pack the area between the drum and the pot with vermiculite, a job that was quickly done.
Now came the most difficult part of the project – waiting. After a week Speedy began to build a series of progressively larger fires, over the course of the second week. He took this beautiful photo of the first little fire:
Then it was time for a truly hot fire and the first real test; Speedy was cooking his first meal in the new oven: skinless, boneless chicken thighs that he had marinated in yogurt and Tandoor Massala. He also made naan, which he cooked by slapping the flat loaf onto the side of the oven – it had a wonderful smokey taste. It was a fabulous meal. (The potato is there to keep the food from sliding off the skewer, and it’s also really delicious cooked in the Tandoor.)
You may have noticed in one of the photos above that there is quite a crack in the pot. There were a couple of bumps on the road to this first dinner; one was two cracks in the flower pot. They’ve already been mended with a high-temperature glue and all is now well. The other bump had to do with the lovely marble knob that Speedy attached to the top of the lid (formerly the bottom) of the pot. The metal around the knob softened up in the high heat, and when he removed the lid he was left holding a knob as the lid crashed to the terrace where it broke:
But that was easily remedied with the purchase of a ‘sottovaso’ (terracotta saucer or under-plate) at the local garden center. This solution actually proved better than the original because, being slightly larger than the pot, its lip overhangs the side of the pot. He attached the marble knob to it using high-temperature glue and marble mastic, and all is now well. The final, one might say ‘crowning,’ step was to make a cover to put over the top to protect the whole shebang during inclement weather. This called for another sottovaso, this one in plastic, with a hole cut out to accommodate the marble knob of the oven’s top, the hole in turn protected by a terracotta flower pot, decorated with a Ligurian beach stone.
It’s been an engaging project for the past month, and now Speedy has the fun of honing his Tandoor cooking skills. The Tandoor can bake and smoke food; I suspect he will have a fine time learning the subtleties of both approaches. So far he’s doing very well with the smoke:
Last night he produced turkey thighs that were exceptional. I don’t know if it’s the cooking method or the marination, but the meat comes out very tender indeed.
I am looking forward to many more meals cooked in the Tandoor. A side benefit for me is that there are fewer dishes to wash at the end of the meal. Next on the menu: marinated leg of lamb for Leo’s visit next Tuesday. Hurrah! Long live the Tandoor oven!
19 Wednesday Jun 2013
Posted in Moving pictures, Photographs, Photographs Piemonte, Piemonte, Snow, Uncategorized