Yesterday I shared a ham & blue cheese tart recipe from BBC Good Food on my Facebook page.
Soon after that, here cometh my sistah (who, by the way, turns dirty tree today! Happy birthday, sis’!) moaning:
Karen Stefania: but I made pizza ripiena yesterday! You’re a such an ungrateful sister, Sister!
me: orso con me [*], Sister – I still have mom (and dad, too, but he’s innocuous.) here with me at home, my ankle still hurts *and* I can’t cook nor bake anything ‘cos mom is basically squatting in my kitchen, I’ll have to call the police to take her out of there… and I sooooooooooooooooo wanted a piece of, say, pizza ripiena or quiche lorraine or ham & cheese tart or whatever as I’m bloody tired of minestrina…
Stefania: did you explain to her that Yes, you are slighly unwell with your foot but that no rugby player ever had their recovery speeded up by minestrina?
me: she’s persuaded that, since I can’t go running here there and everywhere as usual, I need to eat less (blasphemy!), and in her book minestrina means eating less (while in my book means not eating at all.). I’m starving! I want REAL FOOD!!!
It is tough, honest. I’m surviving on soups. And tea. Not as in “high tea” – I mean just tea.
So, since apparently I’m not allowed to eat real food (even if it doesn’t make sense to me: my ankle’s injured but my stomach’s alright!), I’ve been looking at a lot of recipes on food blogs and tons of food photos and marveling at food books as well during the past few days, waiting for mom to go back to her home and to get possession and use of my kitchen back.
Avoid mom camping way too often in my kitchen for ages: one more reason for moving some 1937 kilometres up north and turning into the design, interiors and photography guru (at MacGi0rgia Interior Design Consulting Ltd., of course), delicatessen baking and touch-rugby playing crossover between Grace Adler and Nigella Lawson of Lothian (although I’m imported from Italy and have no intention whatsoever to marry a local version of Charles Saatchi.).
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[*] that’s the translation of “bear with me” – literally, though.
Grazie!!!!
:-D
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