Melting Shot
Okay, since I finally got a comment on my Marilyn Chambers post (much appreciation directed to my friend at Apathy Lounge), I will now get back to the business of filling in my remaining three readers (one of them is my mom) on what the kids are up to.
Since we at the Trattoria Breve are quite pretentious, we're teaching Sage and Thyme as much as we can about food. We're also teaching them a bit of Italian, but, so far, only the fun words. They know how to both say and pronounce parmigiano, and we recently got them started on extra virgin olive oil. Since they're only half Italian, we have to get the golden green liquid infused into their blood as soon as possible. I just hope it doesn't have the unintended consequence of correcting their adorable version of "Che fa" (loosely translated as, "What are you doing?" or "What do you want?" "Che" is pronounced "kay."). Currently, they say, "Key fa?" And they do it complete with hand gesture--index finger and thumb together, facing up, extended outwards and shaken a few times in rapid succession.
We provided them with some small pieces of ciabatta and their own individual dipping dishes. As I was placing the dipping dishes in front of them, my mind flashed to that Gary Larson "Far Side" (quotes for cartoon names, yes?) cartoon where there's a body on the floor of the kitchen and a puff of smoke or something, alongside an open copy of a book called Recipes for Disaster. Ty was sure the high chairs were going to get a hefty helping of lubrication. We were both pleasantly--and humorously--surprised.
Without batting an eyelash, both boys picked up their little-but-deep Pyrex dipping dishes and proceeded to down the oil in a single gulp. Ty pointed out that they were probably culturally confused; the Italian half embraced the olive oil, but their Anglo half called upon them to do it in shots.
In other news, I'm back on Weight Watchers after 2007's failed attempt. I've lost six pounds and feel significantly better.
I miss my blog.
Since we at the Trattoria Breve are quite pretentious, we're teaching Sage and Thyme as much as we can about food. We're also teaching them a bit of Italian, but, so far, only the fun words. They know how to both say and pronounce parmigiano, and we recently got them started on extra virgin olive oil. Since they're only half Italian, we have to get the golden green liquid infused into their blood as soon as possible. I just hope it doesn't have the unintended consequence of correcting their adorable version of "Che fa" (loosely translated as, "What are you doing?" or "What do you want?" "Che" is pronounced "kay."). Currently, they say, "Key fa?" And they do it complete with hand gesture--index finger and thumb together, facing up, extended outwards and shaken a few times in rapid succession.
We provided them with some small pieces of ciabatta and their own individual dipping dishes. As I was placing the dipping dishes in front of them, my mind flashed to that Gary Larson "Far Side" (quotes for cartoon names, yes?) cartoon where there's a body on the floor of the kitchen and a puff of smoke or something, alongside an open copy of a book called Recipes for Disaster. Ty was sure the high chairs were going to get a hefty helping of lubrication. We were both pleasantly--and humorously--surprised.
Without batting an eyelash, both boys picked up their little-but-deep Pyrex dipping dishes and proceeded to down the oil in a single gulp. Ty pointed out that they were probably culturally confused; the Italian half embraced the olive oil, but their Anglo half called upon them to do it in shots.
In other news, I'm back on Weight Watchers after 2007's failed attempt. I've lost six pounds and feel significantly better.
I miss my blog.
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4 Comments:
Ach, I apologize - I should've commented, because that Marilyn Chambers post gave me food for thought and I even chatted about it with Booby (he didn't know which movie she had starred in). I have had a similar fascination with Linda Lovelace (of "Deep Throat" fame).
Also, I find it hard to believe you really need to be on WW. I myself am staring down the barrel of 23 extra pounds and a 5-months-pregnant-looking tummy. :( This, too, shall pass.
I hope you counted me as a reader of the Trat. I was sick all winter and off the computer much of the time. Am feeling much better now, and will follow developments more closely!
and are you counting CS and her sister-in-law? we love you too.
I miss your blog, too. In fact, I miss Mrs. Harridan's and the regularity of reading Soul Gardening and Thought Concoction. Of course...young kids give you a little latitude in that department. I'm content with posting twice a week and being increasingly grateful that power yoga is giving me my old body back.
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