This morning I went to Coop (supermarket in our nearest shopping center) to pick up some mosquito spray we ordered for the missionaries, and, while I was there, I bought one of Coop's baguettes, which was still hot from the oven. I just ate half of it for lunch. (I haven't bought them lately, because I am sure they contributed 20 pounds to my belly.)
This is a pix of my lunch today, while I was munching, some pieces of very fresh bread, a mozarella ball, onto which I anointed olive oil, basalmic vinegar and a little dried basil. I also ate a can of Italian sardines in olive oil. It was a most wonderful lunch! Unfortunately, I was wearing a tie that Kristin sent me and when I opened the can some of the oil squirted out and got on the tie. I hope we can clean it off. Sending ties to Italy is sort of like sending ice cubes to Alaska, but I do enjoy that tie.
Yesterday we went to a zone conference in Alessandria, where Sorella Allen asked the zone leaders to buy sandwich fixins instead of have us take lunch, as we have in the past, or when, in the past, the missionaries also bought pizzas. It was an attempt to save money (mostly) and have more healthy food (than pizza). Anyway, following instructions for buying meat, they bought speck, which Wikipedia says is English for "fat" since it is smoked, but otherwise it is raw pork, with a lot of fat--think bacon. (Mark bought some while they was here--I put the leftovers in some sugo, which is meat pasta sauce.) The zone leaders also bought smoked cheese, both of which provided a fairly strong tasting sandwich. That wasn't as wonderful as what I had today, but each to his own. Sorella Hoopes didn't eat any speck or sardines.
The corn is now up in the field closest to our apartment, which we walk by on our daily walks.
Corn on the left, but the rice, to be grown on the right, is not even planted yet, but will be soon. On the way to Alessandria yesterday we saw fields newly flooded, which means the rice has been planted.
This is a fig tree near where we get our water, including frizzante, and, as you may know, figs come before leaves, of which there are now both. Unfortunately, we will not be here in the fall when the figs get ripe. Last fall I ate a few every day when I went to get my wonderful, free, frizzante.
The nearby park, where they have not yet cut the grass for the first time this spring.
A watering place in the park, also dogs drink here, blow it up and look at the faucet, sort of cute, I think.
If you didn't enlarge it, I did it for you. Italians like decorative functional things like this.
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