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Pretty in Pink

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Our time at the Palazzo de Stabio had us seeing life through rose colored glasses.

Everywhere I looked, it was pretty.  And it was in pink.

A rosy glow suffused our time at the palazzo.

Afternoon light slanted through the vines at the loggia casting violet shadows.

Fresh tomatoes atop pizzas.

17th century frescoes winked from ceilings and cornices.

Brick pink marble warmed the fireplace.

Strawberry jam and fresh cheese awaited us at breakfast.

Local wine and laughter reigned as sunsets turned fuschia and cheeks flushed pink.

 

 

 

 

Baby, It’s cold outside

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After seeing how Cordova, Alaska is digging out of their 15′ -0″ of snow.  I thought I would post this in their honor.  There is light at the end of the snow tunnel – eventually!

Even in the deepest, greyest, coldest days of winter when streets are glistening with ice and fountains are frozen, there are signs of warmth yet to come.

Just take a closer look!

The Best of the Wurst

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For those who really know me, know that I have a penchant for pork.

Proscuitto, jamon ibérico, schinken, ham.  It doesn’t matter what it is called, it calls to me.

Picture this:  a Dickensian child with his nose pressed up against the glass of a sweets shop window at the holidays.  That is me when I am confronted with a deli case of assorted porcine products.

Perhaps the finest of all was the “Schinken Section” of KaDeWe – the largest department store in Berlin.  Yes, Virginia they DO sell ham in department stores on the continent.  How I wish this trend would catch on this side of the pond.

Imagine my delight when I was confronted with this while shopping with our dear friend Pierrette in her home town of Basel, Switzerland.

My fervor of snapping as many pictures as I could led the poor proprietor to believe I was from the local health council!

It was the beloved bouchére in the village of Ménerbes that we found our black truffle for Christmas Eve dinner – along with sausages for Christmas morn.

I had the best of the wurst in Basel.