The Misguided

6 02 2009

Remember the Spaghetti Westerns?  Clint Eastwood, Clint Eastwood by DunechaserCharles Bronson, Henry Fonda.  Well, I don’t.  But, occasionally the televisione on in the afternoon and a good, old-fashioned rerun is on.  You know, the kind that has the good guys running all over the place looking for the bad guys?

Well, we had visitors last week: Americani, obviously obsessed by the western.  Oh, yes, they were doggish, which I do appreciate.  Their clothes were laden with canine scent et al: two Jack Russells (One black, white and thin, one brown, white and stout, and an ancient cat with foul breathHave you seen a 200 years old cat hanging about? by ZaraS Photo's).

The arrived  after a long flight across the great water to the west, set their bags down and promptly “saddled” up for a long walk around the Eternal City.  I was the horse, metaphorically, of course. 

On went my special beaded Kenyan collar and leash and out the door we started.  Piazza del  Popolo to the PantheonPantheon - Rome (LOC) by The Library of Congress (with a stop at San Crispini for organic, hand-made gelato); Tazo D’Oro for un cafe coffee at taza d'oro by november---(great floors for licking, just underneath the bar…); through Campo di Fiori, market nipped away for the day, unfortunately; across the Ponte Sisto Roma, Ponte Sisto by Acciaioand onto the lovely filth of the Trastevere streets.

Thank goodness Rome is a city of fountains and nasoneer nasone by Paolicchio: Water is offered everywhere.  I was exhausted. 

Then, just as I thought we were due for a turn back the way we came, it was off to Il VaticanoRome and Vatican City by * Toshio *.

Now, this is an ambitious (though glorious) walk for any two-legged creature standing five feet tall or more.  But, when the subject of the trek is a small dog of short leg, it is monumental on the scale of Everest.  You know how one year in a dog’s life is like seven for a human being?  Well, the first hing I saw in the mirror when we returned to my apartemento was a grey hairGrey Bunny by HDR Cafe.  Didn’t Hoover say “a car in every garage”?  Who knew Americans walked?  And traveling all the way to Rome for a stroll?  Don’t these people have homes??  Talk about misguided. 

I need oxygen…0812_TRI_dogmask2 by fotocraz

Chow.





Americans

28 11 2008

We went out last night…Thunderstorm in Rome - July 2006 by Surfcanariasforged a thunderstorm to arrive at the door of an unfamiliar apartemento.

Il Conte rang the buzzer and, Roman Door by Jim Charles Photographyas though attached to the doorbell in some fashion, the doorknob immediately turned and we were invited in.  English ensued, spoken by the all four of the apartemento occupants.  But there was something else in the air: The elegant fragrance of demi-glaceOH Dayton - Tasty Bird Poultry by scottamuspoultry of some sort, I reckoned. 

I followed the perfume into the cucina where there stood a small copper pot, heavenly steam rising above a low gas flame.Copper pots and pan by Phil Punton

Now, my Contessa doesn’t cook much, so when she and the lady of the apartemento reached the stove, the hostess began to recite the method of the bubbling nectar of the dogs above.

Four turkey legs (I KNEW it was poultry), BBQ Turkey Leg from NY Renaissance Faire by Plaid Ninjafour turkey thighs, two turkey necks, chop one large onion, two large carrot, and one bunch of celery, all into a roasting pan for two hours until brown.  Then…white, red and black pepper, a bay leaf…put all into a large pot and cover with water.

Cook for forty-eight hours, she said.  demi-glace by nikaboyceHow can one wait THAT long for food, I thought.  Then press all the liquid out of the remainder, strain, discard the remainder (DISCARD!!!??????), and set back upon a very low flame for another FORTY-EIGHT hours!!!  When it is cooked down to a mere two to three inches in the pot, it is finito.

The lady of the apartemento made gravy for dinner that night wth said demi-glace.  Pure ambrosia.  I know because she saved a little of the “remainder” in anticipation of the presence of one small dog at what these Americans fondly called “Thanksgiving”.

She placed it in a fine porcelain bowl, with a little something called “stuffing”…not at all like what frequently falls from one of my plush toys…and drizzled the heaven-like gravy over the top.

Frankly,Passporto by astro twilight it was enough to give up my Italian passport for…

I LOVE America!

Chow.








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