I've been unable to upload a photo onto the previous post but here I am, or was, eleven years ago, waiting for the artichokes to come out of Lucia's oven!
A few years ago, I had an eighteen-month relationship with a very attractive Italian, who was temporarily visiting Australia. He was quite a bit younger than me but that didn't matter. He spent a Christmas with me in Cairns, north Queensland Australia and was forever telling stories about his Nonna's panettone. To surprise him and also to give him something from 'home', I made a panettone...I just about wrecked my arm through the lengthy mixing of same. On Christmas evening, as we were enjoying the panettone I'd lovingly made, my gorgeous young Italian said it was the first time he had ever had a home-made panettone! His Nonna always bought hers! He almost wore the panettone! (But I must admit I was a little thrilled that I was able to give him his very first...and probably only...home-made panettone...and it happened to be made in Australia!
Blogpower - help is on its way. I plan to transfer admin to someoe who actually knows what he's doing and he'll have you blogpowered in no time. It's Ian, of Imagined, one of the newer lads blogrolled on the site. I'm delighted.
Lee, that's a wonderful story. Thank you for sharing it on my blog. I'm sure the panettone you made was delicious. James, that's great. Do I have to do anything? Thanks, Ellee. That's 'cos I gave up being a schoolmarm and got a new lease of life!
Let's see if blogger will let me comment this time. I agree with Ellee. You looked more relaxed in the curent picture. Glad the pressure of teaching is off.
Thanks, Steve and Bonnie. Glad Blogger is letting you comment now, Steve! Bonnie, I am flattered and I've gone all shy now! Thanks again.. That book title is growing on me!
I'm a sort-of retired language teacher from Cardiff, Wales, UK, now trying to make a new life in Sicily. I'm not growing vines, making olive oil or restoring a palace stone by stone!
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...waiting for the artichokes...
What a title for a book!
James, you might have something there! I never would have thought of that! Grazie..
A few years ago, I had an eighteen-month relationship with a very attractive Italian, who was temporarily visiting Australia. He was quite a bit younger than me but that didn't matter. He spent a Christmas with me in Cairns, north Queensland Australia and was forever telling stories about his Nonna's panettone. To surprise him and also to give him something from 'home', I made a panettone...I just about wrecked my arm through the lengthy mixing of same. On Christmas evening, as we were enjoying the panettone I'd lovingly made, my gorgeous young Italian said it was the first time he had ever had a home-made panettone! His Nonna always bought hers! He almost wore the panettone! (But I must admit I was a little thrilled that I was able to give him his very first...and probably only...home-made panettone...and it happened to be made in Australia!
Blogpower - help is on its way. I plan to transfer admin to someoe who actually knows what he's doing and he'll have you blogpowered in no time. It's Ian, of Imagined, one of the newer lads blogrolled on the site. I'm delighted.
You have developed a more free spirited look over the years, it suits you.
Lee, that's a wonderful story. Thank you for sharing it on my blog. I'm sure the panettone you made was delicious.
James, that's great. Do I have to do anything?
Thanks, Ellee. That's 'cos I gave up being a schoolmarm and got a new lease of life!
I agree with Ellee. You look more relaxed and enjoying life now.
Let's see if blogger will let me comment this time. I agree with Ellee. You looked more relaxed in the curent picture. Glad the pressure of teaching is off.
You were pretty 11 years ago and you're even prettier now!
And I second the title "Waiting for the Artichokes"... it's perfect.
Thanks, Steve and Bonnie. Glad Blogger is letting you comment now, Steve! Bonnie, I am flattered and I've gone all shy now! Thanks again..
That book title is growing on me!
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