"It brings back the sound of music so tender, it brings back a night of tropical splendor."
I'm back! I visited the family during the weekend, arrived on sunday, returned this afternoon. We did our taxes, my aunt made me a strawberry cake, it was a wonderful weekend. I wish we lived closer, so I could do this more often; it's an 8-hour-long trip, quite exhausting, alhtough it's always worth it.
Yesterday a neighbour came by to give us some bread he had baked in his oven. I'm talking of a huge bakery oven, that is one cool hobby. The bread was fantastic, although he brought 6 kilos (13 pounds) of it, it was a bit overwhelming. Until we found out my uncle, who's a fisherman and a hunter on the side, had given him I don't know how many kilos of trouts the other day as a gift (because if he brings any more trouts into that house my aunt is going to set his fishing pole on fire), and the neighbour was feeling obliged to give us something back.
That's typical Focaccia Piemontese, it is the tastiest thing ever, 2 kilos of it plus the bread.
On the train I mostly read The Great Gatsby. I had never read it before, although I've been spoiled to hell and back (well, obviously). I'm enjoying it a lot, especially the descriptions, how he chooses to focus on one detail and suddenly the whole scene comes alive, so vivid in my mind. At the beginning I had a bit of a problem getting into it, though, and I blame John Finnemore. Yep. He does this sketch in his Souvenir Programme, with the old guy telling the audience a peculiar story, and so everytime the narrator described someone, I heard Finnemore's voice in my mind, I looked at her, she had sharp, intelligent eyes set in a sharp, intelligent face, all in front of a blunt, stupid brain, it was making it very hard to keep a straight face while reading. :D I suppose it would be the same for someone who'd want to read the Sherlock Holmes stories after watching Without A Clue, for example.
Getting a headache, I'd better lie down a bit before dinner. ^^
Yesterday a neighbour came by to give us some bread he had baked in his oven. I'm talking of a huge bakery oven, that is one cool hobby. The bread was fantastic, although he brought 6 kilos (13 pounds) of it, it was a bit overwhelming. Until we found out my uncle, who's a fisherman and a hunter on the side, had given him I don't know how many kilos of trouts the other day as a gift (because if he brings any more trouts into that house my aunt is going to set his fishing pole on fire), and the neighbour was feeling obliged to give us something back.
That's typical Focaccia Piemontese, it is the tastiest thing ever, 2 kilos of it plus the bread.
On the train I mostly read The Great Gatsby. I had never read it before, although I've been spoiled to hell and back (well, obviously). I'm enjoying it a lot, especially the descriptions, how he chooses to focus on one detail and suddenly the whole scene comes alive, so vivid in my mind. At the beginning I had a bit of a problem getting into it, though, and I blame John Finnemore. Yep. He does this sketch in his Souvenir Programme, with the old guy telling the audience a peculiar story, and so everytime the narrator described someone, I heard Finnemore's voice in my mind, I looked at her, she had sharp, intelligent eyes set in a sharp, intelligent face, all in front of a blunt, stupid brain, it was making it very hard to keep a straight face while reading. :D I suppose it would be the same for someone who'd want to read the Sherlock Holmes stories after watching Without A Clue, for example.
Getting a headache, I'd better lie down a bit before dinner. ^^