cucinare

Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.

—David Foster Wallace (quote reblogged from Confessions of a Readoholic)

This tiramisu I obviously didn’t let go. Grazie, amore. Photo: MM

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Anything man-made

Since I’m closing in on the photo upload limit, I thought to go through my media gallery in order to select a few photos of some of my favourite man-made things from my earlier posts (i.e. from when I barely had an unrelated follower). It makes me happy to look at them again – and this is basically why I do what I do.

If you wish to know more about these photographs, you will have to look back (hihi).

I can see a few patterns: shooting things up on the trees (why?), food (well…), puurty colours, intricate shapes.

Man-made and mad-woman-shot-and-picked.

Photo: MM

For Cee’s new Anything Man-made challenge:

To my favourite writer

There are other remote favourites but you are the one who talks back to me. This is kind of important. Even though right now I’m not reading anybody. It’s too hot. But the best feeling in the world is to know that you are waiting. To be read.

You celebrate today (because here it’s already today) and these are the things that I wish to give you.

1. Aprite le finestre al nuovo sole. Always, opened windows and new sun.

2. That one day somebody finds your book like I found this one, on a wall, and left it there. The writer is a long-dead woman. Before opening the book I said to myself: Watch out! The title is a challenge, a riddle to be solved, a symbol of life and everything. And then it was this:

“A face in the mirror. Novel in five parts.”

3. A library shopping window with books that have a colour in its title: Blue Sky, Little Grey Mouse, Green Ship, and then, in the middle there: Hello, Red Fox. Ink is red. Fox is green.

4. Painting of sea creatures by Dača.

5. Dad’s blueberry crostata.

6. A huge sweetest watermelon from Roma with decorations from the attached cake.

7. Me, as happy reading you. Soon.

Happy birthday, Kara, and let the words and the world serve you well.

≈ Manja Maksimovič ≈

Holiday check-in by runaway uncle

Greetings all the way to Slovenia on her Statehood Day from the runaway uncle who only reads my blog when he is in it because it’s in English and it’s “too complicated”, says he who speaks Turkish, Arabic, Kurdish and who knows what else.

As you can see, he is suffering greatly and daily.

He needs to drive through ugly countryside…

…to hideous locations, for example Piombino below:

He needs to walk the bestia in terrible conditions.

He needs to eat asparagi con burro e parmigiano.

And he needs to drink the green ones that concern him a little.

Whereas red ones don’t at all.

Photo: MM

And here is a topical tune by Slovenian Americans or American Slovenians with the greatest lie in a title: because pivo is. And I don’t even have to translate a thing.

The Vadnals: No beer today

We were driving through Ljubljana on a Sunday afternoon

all we had left was a dinar (old Yugoslav currency)

we stopped at a gostilna to have a little pivo

and then we heard the bartender holler:

No pivo today, no pivo today

you can’t buy pivo on Sunday.

No pivo today, no pivo today

you gotta come around on Monday.

Pane di papà, ikebana di mamma, never again Youth, Il giardino dei tarocchi for the inner child. Photo: MM

Birthday

This year my birthday was again spent in the company of my parents, amore and dog, which is all one wishes to hope for (since my sister is absolutely too far). Forty-five easy pieces. It was yesterday, and one glorious day it was.

We went to San Quirico d’Orcia to observe the Mille Miglia oldies race. Stay tuned for many more photos from here.

I was having fun taking photos. This is much easier to do when you are surrounded by what I have been.

The perfect day was concluded at I Pescatori at the Orbetello lagoon in merry company. Cin cin and thank you, everybody!

And when we exited, we were reminded that the world is indeed one. Photo: MM & BM (pillow, peppers, poppy, paparazzo)

Pudding time, children

No words necessary, cat ate them. And she licked the plate too.

Cooking: MC, photo: MM & last BM

Never in my life

Never in my life… did I wear purple on my toes in Senegalese leather footwear training a puppy to run gracefully next to my bicycle.

Never in my life… was I as loved or as loving.

Never in my life… was I as alone but at the same time surrounded by a variety of online talent.

Never in my life… was I as close to actually writing something other than letters.

Never in my life… was I falling asleep so effortlessly or waking up so joyfully.

Never in my life… was my back as straight and my shoulders as pulled back.

Never in my life… was I being asked what I wanted for dinner. (Well, this one might be a lie. My grandma used to ask me this, for example.)

Never in my life… did I feel such a relief, since my body knows it as well as my mind and soul how many things had to come just right for all of this to happen and to feel as right as it does.

Never in my life… did I make an apfelstrudel, even though my father is a strudel champion, and when I told this to my amore, he said: “But don’t you ever watch him cook?” And I realised that I don’t, as a matter of fact, or if I ever do it is not with a purpose to learn to repeat it. But now I did it, a strudel from a conglomerate of online recipes and with completely wrong dough. For my amore’s 50th. Sometimes you gotta give.

Apfelstrudel with raisins soaked in Havana (ZERO aroma! need to get the essence!), apples, pine seeds, cinnamon, lemon juice, breadcrumbs and completely wrong dough – they didn’t have “pasta per strudel” in my shop – but a complete success.

Sprinkled with vanilla sugar dust.

Have you ever seen anything more Slovenian? But I found it in Italy!

Rapidly shrinking. Photo: MM

Never in my life… did I clean the stove immediately after use. Most usually my stove was not something I could be proud of. And I mean that. My kitchen used to be a laboratory. Really not proud of it but a cute anecdote: pre-washing machine, I mostly kept all my dishes dirty at all times. One time as I was just about to lie down in my super hot wonderful bathtub, I got a brilliant idea. You can guess the rest. I had never washed so many dishes in such a short time.

Never in my life… did I make the bed EVERY SINGLE MORNING. It’s almost pathetic but I have to admit that climbing into a made bed at night makes all the difference.

Never in my life… had I so few thoughts that could possibly disturb my equilibrium. Sister, parents and friends far away? Well. Not really much I can do about that. I do get to see my parents every two months or so. Nobody really reading my blog, other than my family, not even my friends? Well, it is in English – I certainly can’t spoon-feed anybody my words or my photos. Not making any money? sigh This is a tough one, but I have plans.

Never in my life… was I tackling any problems that each of us might encounter regarding our life together so immediately, head-on and in a relatively gentle manner. Something tells me there is a future in this.

Never in my life… did I encounter such a primal man, which includes the need of cave time, animalistic behaviour toward the bestia and well, biting when you least expect it.

Never in my life… did I have a man who has no intention of fostering my “little girl”, at least not the part in which I am a whiny, inactive, unconfident, demure little wanker. And I love him for it soooo much.

Never in my life… did I have so much free time. For this reason I am able to read so much. Sometimes it feels like a job – mostly because I don’t have one. It’s a job I’d love. A literary editor! I could have a website! plots / stops plotting cause it should involve earning money. I could have an art gallery! That’s money there! riiiiight Or even better: a super unique shop with many different things. But there is hardly anybody around to buy anything, except in the summer.

Never in my life… (until this year) did I miss out on my period. Right now it’s happening for the third time this year. Getting old. Well – must be if I am to reach that 100.

Never in my life… (since childhood) did I have a loose tooth in my mouth (seeing dentist soon even though he said in August that it should come out naturally). What can I tell you that you didn’t learn in the previous paragraph? But it feels so – not painful, just awful.

Never in my life… did I ever imagine that I’d be living my life in 2014 as I do it, where I do it and with whom I do it. That’s why I say: do not ever think that you have it covered. You have no idea.

≈ Manja Maksimovič ≈