“Do you like my red eggs? I made them as we do in the Ukraine,” said last year Tatiana, my late mother’s companion. Her eggs were not really red, though, but an attractive dark reddish brown decorated with lighter colored leaves of various shapes. “I cooked them in onion skins,” Tatiana explained.
Last year, for the first time since I remember, my mother was in no condition even to order her companions to dye the Easter eggs bright red as she liked them, and is the custom in Greece.
I had lots of weird pets when I was little, they’d never get me a dog, so I had to satisfy myself with various creepy creatures. For a while I had a small tank of tiny eels that I caught at a river, together with a bunch of teeny frogs that had just grown legs, and loved to jump out of the tank. I also had a bat for a few days, which was the main reason I bought my wife a stuffed bat from IKEA a couple of years ago.
But by far the largest pets I had were three chickens, and a little duck. Unfortunately, these grew up fast, and we had to give them away. I mean, they were never pets really; they didn’t have fur or follow you around. Pure frustration for a 12-year-old boy...
Federico Ferro, a young pharmacist from Genoa’s Sestri Levante, is the proud winner of this year’s Campionato Mondiale del Pesto al Mortaio (World Championship of Mortar-beaten Pesto). READMORE (at The Atlantic)
One hundred semi-finalists, winners of regional contests held throughout last year in many Italian cities, but also in other parts of the world –even in LA -- met under the ornate roof of the magnificent central hall in the second floor of the Palazzo Ducale, in Genoa.
In this versatile dish from Tinos Island, the acidity of the sauce is a good contrast to the sweetness of the artichokes which traditionally are cooked together with fresh favas.
Besides supplying us with their delicious edible buds, artichokes, if left to blossom, surprise you with their furry stunningly purple and huge flowers. First cousins to the ubiquitous Mediterranean thistle they look like medieval chevaliers, wrapped up in impenetrable green armor. Some artichokes have large spikes on the pointed edges of their leaves, but their sensitive hearts remain tender and vulnerable, juicy and crunchy.
Artichokes truly embody the essence of the Mediterranean: sentimental and sensual but at the same time hardy and a model of perseverance. They totally dry out in the summer, only to bud miraculously from the earth with the very first rains, their lush leaves emerging like artesian wells from the soil. SEE ALSO on The Atlantic.