Nappy Rainy New Year

Its raining, its pouring and the old man in talking in Russian. Yes I am going bonkers 'Cos its been a downpouring for some 4 days solid. Sicilians tend to be rain-shy and wind- adverse which means even if I do leave the house, everything is closed and shut up, and Sicilian in-laws drive around looking for me, incase the wind does whatever malicious thing wind is supposed to do. By the way, the old man talking Russian is a really obscure reference which you might get with a smattering of Italian. Snoring= russo= synonym for Russian. Geddit?

Anyway, this evening 31st Dec 2007, what I've got planned is a magnum of Prosecco and a new biography of Caravaggio I brought in Rome (thankfully Feltrinelli in Piazza Argentina has a good English section). Caravaggio was ofcourse bonkers, so that might make me feel better......

What I intended to write about here, though, is grub. Miserable though I am, yesterday I ate a divine antipasto of ricotta with hot bread. The ricotta was brought 1hr earlier direct from the farm of this lady:

I am embarassed to pester her for her photo, in case someday she realises it's 'cos she's one hell of a rustic Signora. Look at the view from her farm:

They are self-sufficent, but not in a trustafarian way, but in an authentic, ignorant, 'live off the land 'cos its better than the unemployment that beckons in the city' kind of way. Anyway, if the ignorance and squalor they live in assists them in making the best cheese known to man kind, long may they remain ignorant!