OF PIZZA, PEACHES AND PLUMS

- but not in that order:

1. As I was strolling along with Simi this evening, my kind neighbour asked, "Would you like some plums?" She then proceeded to fill a carrier bag with half the produce of her tree. These smell and taste sublime.
2. This irregularly-shaped peach was among a kilo I got from the greengrocer's. I cannot help thinking that it would not be sold in Britain. Here people would look at you strangely if you were to refuse it for what, after all, can be wrong with the taste?
3. James mentioned that he hadn't had a whole pizza since he has been here, so tonight we sauntered along to the pizzeria in the square, where I had a diavola [spicy Italian sausage, mushrooms, olives and prosciutto] and James had a specially made concoction of peppers and salame pizza.
4. I finally got him to taste my favourite dessert, gel al limone, also in the pizzeria. "Blob!" was his comment on one of my posts featuring this dolce, but I think he appreciates it now! Again, I just love the way Sicilians decorate this dessert.

IL SILENZIO DEL MARE

The Egyptian authorities announced today that on 7th June a boat carrying about 150 clandestini [would-be illegal immigrants to Europe] was wrecked off the coast of Libya. The boat was trying to reach the shores of Italy. 40 passengers are known to have drowned and at least 100 are missing. Two survivors, a Bengali and an Egyptian, have stated that the other passengers were mainly from Morocco, Algeria and Bangladesh and that teenagers are among the dead. One has also said that each passenger paid the equivalent of $2000 to partake in this voyage of doom.

A UN spokesperson in Italy has pointed out that the number of bodies of these poor souls now being found in the Sicilian Channel indicates that there are far more tragic shipwrecks than we know about and has referred to the "silent" tragedies of the sea.

EU help in this situation is again being requested.

Yesterday morning 27 clandestini managed to reach the shores of Sicily from a boat wrecked off the southern coast of the island. A further 87 were saved by the Italian coastguard. 28 Somalis who had hung on to the side of the sinking boat were saved by an Italian fishing vessel.

Source: Il Giornale di Sicilia [unavailable online].

I have just read that another boat carrying 52 clandestini, among them 5 women, has been saved 27 miles off Lampedusa. Last night a boat carrying 72 was intercepted.

Meanwhile weather conditions worsen in the Sicilian Channel, with the sea at Force 4 and likely to increase plus a Force 6 south-easterly wind.

There but for the grace go all of us....

LACK OF SELF-CONFIDENCE....

... is not normally a problem for the Italian male.

CIVIS SUM

My boss arrived at 4pm to drive me to the polling station [she is a local candidate and is leaving nothing to chance!] I was whisked off, proudly clutching my gloriously stamped voting paper.

Did I expect things to be that simple? Well, no, not really, reader, so I was not totally surprised when the 4 members of staff manning the room looked perplexed and concluded that they could not allow me to vote because the paper did not have the "electoral code" imprinted upon it.

So off we dashed to the electoral office in Modica Bassa yet again, where the officers declared that of course the paper was valid and what was the matter with them in the polling station? They then printed yet another document, highlighting upon it all references to EU law which state that I have the right to vote. They also wrote their phone number upon this.

Back at the polling station, the poor staff still did not know what to do [probably they had never seen such an authorisation before] and so decided to call the Presidente [presiding officer] who arrived a few moments later carrying several impressive-looking tomes on electoral law. He sat himself down at a corner table, perused the new document and all the relevant sections in his scholarly books and we could see that this was likely to take some time. "Can't you call the office?" pleaded my boss. "This is my job", replied the gentleman. Pazienza!

After twenty endless minutes, suddenly he grinned at me and called over to the other staff, "Fa votare la signore" ["Let the lady vote"] and finally I exercised my democratic rights in my new country.

As we left, the two policemen on duty at the door, who had been watching our comings and goings with interest, asked us if everything was OK. We explained what had happened and then a smile of recognition crossed the face of one of them, who exclaimed, "But I know you! I came to your school last week to inform you that you had to take your electoral posters down." He seemed very proud of this achievement and neither of us felt inclined to spoil his day.

DAILY DOINGS - 12

Well, it all happened this morning: first the speedy-stair-and-landing cleaning duo arrived at around 8 am [the crack of dawn to me] driving Simi into a frenzy of barking and toy-shaking. No sooner had she and I settled down after this than the water lorry arrived - not before time, too, as the cisternful we bought 2 weeks ago was about to run out. I am assuming, therefore, that the new gara [competition] for the delivery contract has taken place and that it has been awarded to the same companies, as this refill was brought by the same driver who always came before. Then, about half an hour later the buzzer went and it was the man from the electoral office, bearing my smart electoral paper, duly stamped and signed by the all-important commissario straordinario.

Out and about later, I saw that our local greengrocer had cavagne [receptacles used to store ricotta cheese in times gone by] and traditional brooms hanging outside. I asked if I could take a photo and the kindly owner insisted on taking one of me holding some as well!

Our lovely mini pears and plums are back, a sure sign that the summer is under way.

The last two photos show today's complimentary nibbles at the Altro Posto and what I call a "real" ice lolly - a heavenly nero Perugina with tangerine sorbet in the middle.

What more could a girl want to start the weekend?

DON'T MENTION WALES!

There I was, sitting innocently at work doing some preparation before class this morning when the phone went and it was my boss: "I am coming to get you right now and you have to come down to the electoral office in Modica Bassa to register to vote!" [My boss, being a candidate in the municipal elections, will not accept my British indolence as an excuse.] It was 11.20 by this time and I had to sign the papers by midday! In the background I could hear electoral officers asking, "Is England in the EU?" [I didn't think it appropriate to shout out "Britain, if you don't mind!"] and then someone said, "They can't be - they've got sterling and not the euro!" Without losing my pazienza I explained that the euro was nothing to do with EU membership. Then I was asked if I had residenza [permission to live here], I answered in the affirmative and, lo and behold, they "found" me on the computer!

Seven minutes later, boss arrived, said we'd have to pick up my ID documents from home - lord knows why, as it is fairly obvious that if you have residenza here you have had to show these to get it in the first place - but again, I didn't argue and dashed into my bedroom to retrieve these, confusing both James and Simi in my haste.

11.59 and we arrive at the office. My documents are whisked off to be photocopied yet again, all the papers are ready, I am treated like a Queen, sign them and by 12.01 we are done. "When the papers are stamped", said the kindly lady clerk [for everything has to be literally rubber-stamped in triplicate] "the voting papers will be brought to your house". All smiles, handshakes and grazie then, and now I await the courier in the morning. I almost exist in this city!

"If they weren't sure about England being in the EU, it's a good thing neither of us mentioned Wales", I remarked to my dear boss on the way back.

HICKORY, DICKORY - SHOCK!

Many students have been panicking today at the thought that the English oral exam is finally upon them, ie., it will happen on Monday. I tell them that anyone who claims they are not nervous about a speaking exam is lying, that a little tension is a good thing but that, above all, they need an early night on Sunday in order to face the ordeal with a clear head. I also remind them that the "ordeal" will last, at most, for 15 minutes, so it is not going to kill them.

Then we gave out the timetables and they all just fell about laughing! The times, you see, read something like, "Student X - 14. 29 - 14.38" and they think this British precision hilarious. "And what time is your exam?" I asked my last student this afternoon. "Oh, about 16.40", said he, casually. "No", I replied. "It says 16.29 and that means 16.29 and not 11 minutes later". Then inform them, as we all did, that they need to be at the School at least 15 minutes before the scheduled time and you literally have your students rolling in the aisles!

I take my hat off to our administrator, Paola, who has patiently coordinated all this. Not the least of her difficulties has been that the examiner is due to start at 13.00 on Monday. Now, given the Italians' propensity to sit down to lunch at exactly that moment [just about the only point in the day which they agree is sacred] it has been a real labour of love and persuasion on her part to get anyone to agree to come then, albeit to sit an exam which could eventually lead to promotion at work and to other benefits!

A SICILIAN SOLUTION ...

.. to refuse collection.

Back in March, the inspirational and aptly-named Mayor Cicero of Castelbuono [Palermo] had the idea of using mules to collect the refuse in this town of 10,000 inhabitants. The scheme seems to be a great success, for, as the Mayor says, this way they are cutting down on pollution whilst saving their historic heritage; the mules also have names and are popular with the town's children.

"National environmental concerns" is an oral examination topic so I was discussing this with students yesterday. Then I read more about it here .

Hat tip to my student Luca.

A MOTTO

Found this at Cherrypie's. It's a girlie post, chaps!

My Foundation:

Clinique repairwair anti-ageing fond de teint 01 alabaster [quite difficult to find the lightest shades here]. In winter this changes to Lancôme teint idole. Both are worn over the highest SPF moisturisers all year rond.

My Mascara:
YSL black or bright blue.

My Day Cream:
Currently Clarins SPF 20 Crème Haute Exigence Jour. On top goes Clinique City Block, SPF 25, then foundation.

My Essential Beauty Product:
Clinique repairwair eye cream.

My Favorite Makeup Product:
Red lippy!

My Perfume:
YSL PARIS - lashings of it.

My Nails:
Need seeing to - no excuse now as a nail salon has opened in my street!

My Hands:
Hide them.

Three Products to bring to a desert island:
1. Lippy
2. Moisturiser
3. Mascara



Women I admire for their beauty:
Catherine Deneuve, La Loren.


Women with the Best Sense of Style:
Those who know who they are and go with it.

My Ultimate Dream:
Serenity.


How Do I Define Womanhood:

Being intelligent, good company, girlie and giggly when you want to be and being able to be yourself. Feeling liberated at each stage of your life.

My Favorite Fashion Publication:
Don't read these publications as the images of the young and thin being pushed at us all the time can make you want to wrap yourself in a binbag.

Now for my motto: I am still having trouble with my ankle, so when I just had to lie down and put an ice bag on it last night, James was surprised to see me applying lipstick first. "When you have to put ice on your foot, make sure you've got your lippy on".

MODICAN STYLE THROUGH FRESH EYES

James guest posts and writes for you about two of my favourite haunts tonight. Enjoy!

As with many of the best businesses in Modica, the approach to Raffaele's salon is inconspicuous but once the lift decants you into the reception area [or alternatively you can mountain climb up the tiled steps if you're quite sportif], a wonderworld awaits you.

There is the chic, the hustle and bustle, the girls who assist him and then there is:

Raffaele.

Still some years from 'a certain age', the first thing which strikes you about the man is the warm and open smile, the second thing is his pink polo T and the third the women milling around, planting kisses upon his craggy cheek.

He greets us with enthusiasm then zips away to attend to this lady or that whilst a girl brings us an espresso each and on a plush cushioned divan, we await his attendance upon our cappelli although in my case it's more wishful thinking than any specific style.

Welshcakes is whisked away for the shampoo phase and I take my leave with beaming smiles all round.

Oh, by the way, did I mention the views across the Modican countryside from his large window wall?

The thing which strikes you about this part of Sicily straight away is the friendliness of the people. It's a word bandied about by all tourist boards but in the case of Modica, it is most assuredly so.

Take that one step further, in the form of the cafe of choice in the choice main shopping street - via Sacre Cuore - and you have the makings of a delight.

Ten years ago, L'Altro Posto [The Other Place] started up on this street and a little gem it proved to be too. In that time it has become the place to eat for the business community in this area so why should we be any different?

Quite frankly, if I haven't had my cappuccino and choc croissant by eleven from Georgio or Marcella, I start to chafe at the bit and Welshcakes is of a similar mind with her prosciutto and melon lunch which I occasionally join her for.

This could be followed by fruit, gelati, then an espresso of local origin - Caffè MOAK.

One is spoilt for choice really and all I can suggest is that if you make it down this neck of the woods, seek out L'Altro Posto and you'll be assured of the sort of welcome I too received after only a few days - a beaming:

Ciao!

This is cross-posted at nourishing obscurity.

ITALIAN LOGIC PRIZE

There I was sitting innocently at work this morning when the doorbell went and I opened it to a policeman in full, gleaming uniform:

"You have an election poster in the window?" he asked.
"Yes", I replied. [My boss is a candidate in the forthcoming municipal elections.]
"It will have to come down", said he.
[I glanced at his gun and decided not to argue.] "OK, but I am only an employee. I'll call her immediately". [Boss "unreachable".]
"Would you like to take it down yourself?" I asked.
"I'm not allowed to touch it, signora".
I could see that he was not just going to leave so promised to take the poster down immediately and we shook hands.

Now, there are laws in Italy about where you can and can't put election posters and I can see that advertising space has to be paid for. However, as boss pointed out later, these are her premises and it does seem a little illogical that the police can't touch the poster for precisely that reason, yet can tell her what she can and can't display in her own window!

A LIGHT LUNCH

Arrosto di vitello at the Altro Posto today. I didn't ask for the chips, honestly!

SUMMER QUENCHER

Fresh fruit topped with melon ice cream at the Altro Posto today.

ELEVENSES IN SICILY

Well, it is a public holiday, James is here and it is also the third anniversary of my arrival in Sicily with Simi! Cin-cin, everyone!

Now we're going international, so I'm off to cook "Prague Casserole" for dinner.

ONLY IN SICILY

Just back from the Sacro Cuore Festa, which included a sagra dedicated to cannoli.

Here you see the relaxed, milling Modicani, cooling slices of coconut on sale and three types of cannoli.

The atmosphere was vibrant and whole families were strolling happily along in the evening breeze, enjoying all that the occasion had to offer.

For me the music was particularly nostalgic, as Jimmy Fontana was on the open air stage singing hits from the 60s, including this favourite of mine which I have on vinyl:

JIMMY FONTANA - IL MONDO

MAN IN A PINAFORE

PART 1

A relaxing Sunday lunch, Sicilian style [ie., starting and ending late] for James and me at home today: after antipasti and pasta with pesto, I served up my Mediterranean roast chicken.

James is most chivalrous and, despite wishing to remain obscure, didn't mind donning a pinafore at all to help out.

Of course, James just had to take this pic of me getting aggressive with a chicken.

The chicken is ready for the oven and the pasta water is boiling beside it.

The chicken is done.

Oh, and now James knows that the water really is delivered by lorry here!

PART 2

I really must add here [James writing now] that you can't really fully appreciate just from blogpics how wonderful that roast was - the aroma, the flavour. Sigh ...

PART 3

Continued from Nourishing Obscurity – the ongoing saga, from the evening before, of Welshcakes, James and the struggle to climb the Modican mountain to partake of supper:

So there I was sitting at this arcade café table, salading al fresco and suddenly half the eight year olds in Modica flocked in up the arcade, filling the chairs at the long table beside me, shouting, laughing and ordering pizza and coke, followed by an influx of teenagers who decided, in their wisdom, to fill the places at the table to the left and making an equal din but at a higher register.

The owner poked his head outside, smiled sheepishly, I shrugged, “Bambini,” and he brought me a beer.

Time to negotiate the bloody hill which always makes me throw up from the fumes and did again, turned off at Tamoil, up another hill, past where Welshcakes works, round past the old church where they had outdoor youth dancing near the floodlit walls, thus back to Domain Welshcakes and a relaxing drink.

Villa Welshcakes

This would surprise. You'd perhaps imagine that it was a nice, chummy little unit - not a bit of it. Chummy, most certainly but hardly small, [I'm currently in the study] and tiled floors throughout, along with an enormous number of books in shelves and one most important Simi.

Each room has a throughway to a balcony, with a glass windowed wooden frame inner door and a wooden-slatted shutter door with the slats adjustable. This is a most important addition in that one can regulate the light, temperature and so on, as well as keeping the locusts from Africa out which come over on the Sirocco.

More later as we have to go out to see the procession make its noisy way up our street and then there are cannoli made from ricotta cream and pistacchio nuts on offer at the church.

My first week with Welshcakes

Tomorrow morning, I'm afraid, we sleep in on this Day of the Republic , plus what only the cognoscenti would know – the third anniversary of Welshcakes’ and Simi’s arrival in Sicily.

A HOMELY SUPPER

... and if you notice the bin first, you have no romance in your soul!

AND JAMES DISCOVERS A PASTICCERIA

EARLY DAYS WITH JAMES

My dear friend, James, has now been here for 48 hours. During that time he has:

- learnt several Italian salutations
- met some of my students
- become known at the Altro Posto, where he is already affectionately called "James Bond" [which is rather appropriate, really]
- made friends with Simi [despite the "chair" battle, which she is likely to win!]
- scaled a terrifyingly high fence in order to use a shortcut to my apartment
- walked down to Modica Bassa and back
- chipped a tooth [on the hard Modican bread, before you all get ideas!]

So I would say that he is feeling quite at home. He will feel even more so tomorrow or the next day , when the water will probably run out once again: "Il servizio è sospeso, signora" ["The service is suspended"] the clerk said helpfully when I phoned to order a cistern refill today. "There will be another gara".

The whole of Italy exists on the gare, which are competitions for jobs and / or contracts; to win one it is essential to know someone who knows someone who happens to be a relative of someone who....... Goodness knows what we are all supposed to do without water in the meantime!

Welcome to the real Sicily, James.

GUESS WHO'S COMING TO DINNER?

Yes, I have James of nourishing obscurity here! He is safe and well in sunny Sicily and I have discovered that he mixes a fine g & t! At the moment he is sitting beside me sipping a whisky and munching on focaccia bread.

And now Simi wants a word:

Hi, folks! I have got a new uncle, lo zio James. He seems very nice but he's not having my chair! xx

Happiness Finding Welshcakes

Yes, very true - Simi and I are "negotiating" the same chair but I'm sure we'll come to an arrangement to suit us both. Currently munching on focaccia bread and have one too many whiskies on board but I can tell you, in all sincerity, one thing:

Sicily and Welshcakes are wonderful, in no particular order.

James xx

ROBERTA'S CENA

What a wonderful feast I was lucky enough to be invited to at the house of my dear friends, Roberto and Roberta, last night. Both the food and the company were international and a fine time was had by all. Grazie, Roberto and Roberta!

In the first picture, Roberta had put all the "starters" out on her kitchen table. By the time we had taken them all through to the "big table", more fare had, of course, appeared!

FOR SOMEONE..

"Wherever You Are...."

CLAUDIO BAGLIONI ED ORIETTA BERTI - OVUNQUE SEI

DAILY DOINGS - 11

I felt such a fool at work today, sitting there with an ice pack [topped up periodically by the kind manager of the Altro Posto] on my foot, but it was the only way to cope.

Much fun with a business student as we were tackling a unit entitled “How to Compromise” and working out how to compose a letter to a valued client who has not paid for services recently provided. “If you do not pay me next week we kill you”, suggested the student cheerfully. “Well”, said I, “that may be the direct Sicilian approach but what we need here is a bit of British indirectness”. Finally we got there, producing a round-the-gasworks epistle full of “woulds”, “shoulds”, “coulds” and phrases like “Please be so kind as to…” The student was amazed to learn that such a mild letter can seem quite threatening to the recipient!

We have rubbish piling up in the streets again: what a welcome for the tourists who are starting to arrive!

Ladies, as I replied to a commenter yesterday I haven’t espied Mr Gorgeous or Mr Elegantissimo at the Altro Posto recently but one of the regulars today was a sight to gladden your heart. Let me describe his attire: snappy black suit, pink and white large-checked shirt, pink and maroon silk tie [with gold tie-clip] and the most elegant white pointy shoes you ever saw on a man. When he dashed in with an unlit cigar in his mouth everyone looked more than twice!

DAILY DOINGS - 10

"That's quite enough - you cannot put up with this any longer", declared my friend Irma this morning when I told her of a chronic condition [not my ankle problem] for which I am awaiting tests. "Come with me", she ordered.

And so we trotted over to Pronto Soccorso [Casualty] so that I could be examined and referred to a specialist from there, all on the same day. I must say it would never have occurred to me to do this but Irma assured me that "Everybody does it" and I thought, "Well, I'm a working girl who pays her taxes, so why not?" We waited only an hour or so - of course there was no semblance of a queue - and people kept banging on the closed examination room doors to ask how long they would have to wait and plead old age, having to get back to work or other reasons to be seen first.

What amused me was that, at 1pm precisely, the waiting area just emptied, so only Irma and I were still sitting there, everyone else having decided that their "urgent" conditions were not quite so urgent as lunch!

Half an hour later I had been examined, assured it is nothing serious, given appropriate treatment and a prescription for the medicines I need.

BLOGNOTE - APOLOGIES

Please forgive lack of posting: I have not been well today, having had a flare-up of an old ankle injury which reduced me to sitting around with ice on my foot all day! If I normally visit your blog but have not managed it in the past week, please do not give up on me - I'll be there soon.

Auguri to all our readers from Welshcakes and Simi xx

NOTHING BY HALVES

The little plate of complimentary snacks that most bars serve with an aperitivo here continues to be a delight and I must say that at the Altro Posto they have become very generous with this fare lately: as you see, spiedini of one kind or another seem to be in vogue and for the past week or so a fresh plate of these has been served with each drink. [If you're going to have one aperitvo, you might as well have two, especially on a sunny day just made for people-watching!]

Cosciotto [chicken thigh fillet] was on the main menu today, served with a contorno of spinaci. As you see, they didn't stint on the latter either!

A SPRINGTIME LUNCH

A lovely, long, leisurely lunch at Linda, Gino and Chiara's today and it was one of those relaxed , happy occasions that the Italians do so well, with the age of the guests ranging from 4 months to 87 years. Our creative Chiara, as only she can, came up with this delightful starter of spiedini of cherry tomatoes, mozzarella, slices of hard cheese, cotognata [quince paste] melon and other fruits. I'll be copying these, Chiara! Then there was pasta cooked simply with the zest of lemons picked this morning. We then went Italo-British, with whole chickens that had been roasted on pancetta, the slices of pancetta being served with some very British roast potatoes. For dessert there was a lemon cake baked by one of the incomparable aunts, ice cream -pastry things from a pasticceria and Chiara's wonderful home-made strawberry ice cream.

AN EVENING IN MAY

Patrizio time!

PATRIZIO BUANNE - 'NA SERA 'E MAGGIO

HOW TO AMUSE YOUR HAIRDRESSER

.... if you live in Sicily and he is Raffaele, that is:

It was my fault yesterday as I lingered too long at home during the long lunch break [which I don’t usually have these days] and, of course, once I relax and cuddle up with my Simi I don’t want to bestir myself and go out again! So I didn’t get to Raffaele’s at 3 – 3.30 pm as planned, but at 4 pm. By then it was quite busy there and I asked him if he could get me “done” before 5, as I had a class then. “No problem”, he replied. I then settled down to read his magazines as usual, reader, but was beginning to panic by 4.30. “Ce la facciamo - we’ll do it”, promised he. Finally, at 4.40, I asked him if he could just do a comb-through and he repeated, “We’ll do it”, this time adding a “Won’t we?” to anyone in earshot. Then he burst out laughing as I checked my watch against his clock, explained again that I couldn’t risk being late and that I had to get across to work which would take 4 minutes from the second I left the salon. This last caused more fits of laughter as the idea of being precisely on time for anything, let alone a little early, is regarded as utterly eccentric here. “OK, OK, a comb-through it is”, he conceded in the end so I left feeling able to face the world and my classes at 4.55 pm.

Today I went there for a proper blow-dry at 1pm [they work through the siesta hours on Fridays and Saturdays] and, as I had to be back at work by 2.30, began to wonder if we would even manage it today. “Oh yes, we will !” exclaimed Raffaele, uttering the welcome instruction “Fai lo shampoo a Pat” to one of his assistants at 2.05. "Pat, my dear Welsh lady", [I have trained him not to say "English"] "you used to relax here but now you look at your watch all the time", lamented my lovely Raffaele. I must do something about this worrying tendency, reader.

INFLATION, INFLATION, INFLATION....

According to figures published this week, the inflation rate in Italy has increased by 10 times as much as in the other Eurozone countries in the past 5 years. Expenditure on food [up by 10.1%], clothes, shoes and cigarettes has reached record levels whilst higher prices have had to be paid for furniture, household goods in general and leisure and cultural activities. The cost of utility bills is reported to have risen by 20.2% here.

Italy has spent less than its neighbours only on health services, communications and education.

When you look at this, you can see why Italians wanted a change of government - any change.

ANOTHER GEL PICTURE

Regular readers will know that I love gel al limone and I do not apologise for featuring yet another picture of this refreshing dessert. [Of course you have to take in the scent of the lemons to really appreciate how divine the dish is. I would never have believed it possible until I came here!] At the Altro Posto today it was decorated with the peel of green lemons, which are often on sale in Sicily and just as flavoursome as the yellow ones. Looking at pictures of limes with a student today, I had trouble convincing her that she was not seeing lemons!

DAILY DOINGS - 9

We had a Scirocco storm on Friday and ever since then the weather has been cold for Sicily in mid- May. Everyone is still huddled in their padded jackets, no one has made the transition into short-sleeved or sleeveless garments and none of the women is yet tightless. Indeed, I gather it has been warmer in the UK than in Sicily today!

I am glad to be able to report that the rubbish has been collected [for now].

The via Sacro Cuore has been delightfully quiet today as there are roadworks there; at least, I hope it's the road they are dealing with. Someone said they are working on the water system and that idea fills me with horror, lest "modernisation" render the system even less reliable than it is now. Talking of water, we had a delivery on Saturday morning and clever Simi now not only knows when the truck is on its way from the main road, but whether or not it is bound for our condominio! [She has a "special" bark for each case.]

A student came in this evening wanting an "emergency lesson" to help him prepare for a test tomorrow. "I have to study a tense.. quello con [the one with] had.. or maybe it's quello con have", said he, helpfully. As the former could be any of 4 and the latter any of 8, I was a little perplexed, reader. Then I decided that it was unlikely that he would be tested on the English perfect tense if he had not yet been tested on the present perfect, so that's what I plumped for. I hope his regular teacher at day school doesn't have too bad a time day to day, that she has had a rest tonight and had had a rest before that. I also hope that she has not been working too hard recently and had not been doing so prior to that period. I trust that she will have finished her marking by tomorrow and that she will not have been finding it too hard. If I had known exactly which tense was needed today I would have done a better job. I hope the lady has been comforted if she has read this, that she has been reading it as a light article, as was intended and that she will have had a laugh by now. She won't have been offended, will she? Auguri, fellow-professoressa!

So come on, CAE students of mine: which tense is which, then?!

CHICKEN & ARTICHOKE SALAD

I do love revamping some of my stalwart recipes from the UK by adding Sicilian ingredients: thus the addition of a little fresh Sicilian orange juice [as a substitute for flavoured balsamic vinegar which you cannot find here] and some slices of Sicilian blood oranges make all the difference to this salad:

Put 1 - 2 boneless, skinless chicken breasts in a bowl. [Here I have used 1 chicken breast plus some chicken thigh fillets, as I had some of the latter in the freezer.] Chuck over about 4 tablespoons balsamic vinegar and the orange juice, if using. Cover and let it marinate for about 2 hours. Drain a can or jar of antipasto artichokes, reserving about 1 tablespoon of the oil. Then, in a small bowl, whisk together about 4 more tablespoons balsamic vinegar, 2 tablesp. honey, the artichoke oil and 3 tablesp. extra-virgin olive oil. Add some dried oregano, season and chill. Heat 2 -3 tablesp olive oil in a frying pan. Add the chicken and cook until there are no pink juices when tested with a fork. [Turn the chicken several times during cooking - about 20 mins in all.] As soon as the chicken is cool enough to handle, slice it thickly and place in a serving bowl with the artichokes, orange slices and a good quantity of interesting salad leaves [include rocket, if possible]. Drizzle the dressing over and serve at once. You need only some good bread to accompany this.

VIVERE

Two of my favourite singers sing one of my favourite songs and I hope you enjoy it, too, reader.

LAURA PAUSINI E ANDREA BOCELLI - "VIVERE"

ROSES AND CAVATIEDDI

My "fairy godmother" friend, who always knows what to say and do, arrived today, bearing roses [the pink one at the back smells sublime] more grapefruits and lemons, the very thin, leafy celery that we get here and lettuces from her garden.

I love Cavatieddi pasta and this plate of the wonderful stuff, served with a tomato, cream and ham sauce was just what I needed at the Altro Posto at lunchtime. Somehow a dish of this pasta smells so inviting and homely. Such a pretty dessert again, too ; the arrival of anguria [water melon ] has always symbolised summer for me in Italy.

Sadly and shamefully, another kind of smell greets one in the streets these days; the refuse collectors are on strike - for the quite valid reason that they have not been paid - and so the bins are overflowing. Let's hope we avoid a Napoli situation!

This week - what's new? - the Water Office are not answering the phone again!

Here's hoping you all have a "fairy godmother" friend in your lives, readers.

A GIFT FROM ANNE AND A MEME FROM LESLIE

I know I keep saying that the friendships you make through blogging are amazing but I do believe it's true: this morning this lovely, clever fridge magnet from Anne arrived and nothing could have cheered me up more. She made it herself and I do envy really creative people. Thank you, Anne.

Leslie has a meme which I found interesting; you have to answer each question with one word only, so here goes:

Where is your mobile phone? Somewhere!
Your significant other? Dog
Your hair? Colourneedy
Your mother? Saintly
Your father? Generous
Your favourite thing? Reading
Your dream last night? Forgettable
Your favourite drink? Cointreau
Your dream/goal? Security
The room you’re in? Booklined
Your ex? Bastard!
Your fear? Dementia
Where do you want to be in six years? Around!
Where were you last night? Home
What you’re not? Conventional
Muffins? Yep!
One of your wish list items? Emerald
Where you grew up? Didn't!
The last thing you did? Cooked
What are you wearing? Lipstick!
Your TV? Off
Your pets? Family
Your computer? Misbehaving
Your life? Busy
Your mood? Changeable
Missing someone? Often
Your car? What?
Something you’re not wearing? Glasses
Favourite Store? Rinascente
Your summer? Hot!
Like someone? Umm...
Your favourite colour? Blue
When is the last time you laughed? Today
Last time you cried? Yesterday

I don't tag but will be glad to read you if you want to do this meme.

POLLO AI LIMONI

Here's a dish that I used to make often in the UK and I tried it here for the first time last night. You cannot imagine how much better it tastes made with fresh, Sicilian lemons! Here's what you do:

Squeeze the juice from 4 large lemons, reserving the lemon halves. Put the juice in a bowl, add 2 crushed garlic cloves, 2 tablesp. honey and a chopped red chilli pepper or a few chilli flakes if you like. [I used a couple of squirts of my chilli spray.] Season the marinade and mix well. Chuck it over 4 chicken joints which you have put in a roasting dish, add the lemon halves and leave for at least 2 hours, turning the joints now and then. Turn the chicken skin-side up, scatter a few more unpeeled garlic cloves over it and place the dish in an oven heated to 200 C for about an hour.

Chicken cooked in this way tastes almost as good cold as it does hot.

IL COMPLEANNO DEL BOSS!

We do work hard over at the School but we are also always happy to find a reason to celebrate! Today is Cathy the owner’s birthday, so students sang “Happy Birthday” in English to her, Paola, the Italian teacher and secretary made a lovely crostata [tart], champagne was drunk and I took along a bottle of the quince liqueur I made in the autumn. [The manager of the Altro Posto kindly kept it chilled for us until we were ready at 8.30 pm.] Cincin, Cathy! I would like to thank you here for giving me the opportunity to teach with you and for making my day to day working life such a pleasant one.

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AN APPALLING TALE FROM HOME

Tonight I need to direct your attention away from Sicily and towards the UK, if I may: I urge you to read this, by my fellow Blog-Powerer Caum Carr, regarding NHS [National Health Service] treatment there. To give you a little background, Calum’s wife suffers from anorexia; that does not render her unintelligent, incapable of sustaining relationships or a non-person, yet she is being treated as if she is all those things.

Some of you will know that I had a run-in with the NHS during my mother’s last illness, and the last thing you need at such a time is to be regarded as an idiot or not to be believed. So Calum’s story strikes at my heart. Why, oh why, I have been asking myself since 1993, is it seemingly “OK” if you break your leg, because everyone can see the wound and the plaster, but if you are elderly or suffering within your very soul, you are suddenly not even worthy of respect, let alone proper attention?

I have to say that I do not think that this would happen in Italy. I hope I am right.

Calum , I feel for you and Mrs Carr and will do all in my power to help you.

PRESUMPTIOUS POPPIES

I love poppies. Long ago, "Poppy" was a lover's nickname for me. So to see these daringly flowering by a Sicilian wall on a main road just made my day. I thought I would snap them before they are ruthlessly cut down by the Comune's machinery, along with the best of the orange blossom. [This has to be done, of course, to protect us from fire, which can spread like mad in the heat, which seems to be upon us from today.]

THE PURE STUFF

This is for my friend the Winchester Whisperer and all who missed seeing a photo of chocolate on my "Chocolate Festival" post: here are delightful, tiny "cakes" of chocolate in its purest form, displayed temptingly by Raffaele the hairdresser for his clients this morning.

IN PERIL ON THE SEA

Milder weather, clearer nights and a calmer sea : consequently boat after boat, each of them crammed with clandestini [illegal would-be immigrants] attempts to reach Sicily’s shores.

The newer [inaptly named] “welcome” centre on Lampedusa is already overwhelmed: it was built to house 600 people and was accommodating 800 by Tuesday. During Mon – Tues night more than 500 desperate clandestini had disembarked. There was a tragedy at the weekend when an inadequate boat got into trouble in Maltese waters: the Italian military sent out a rescue boat and two males did not follow the soldiers’ instructions for transfer to the Italian boat, diving into the sea instead – whether by accident or because they were afraid no one knows. Two brave soldiers dived in after them but one of the clandestini was swept away.

Yesterday 250 clandestini were transferred from Lampedusa to other Italian detention centres and 3 more boatloads, carrying more than 350 people, have been intercepted off Lampedusa today. Another is known to be on its way.

I do not know what the solution to this tragic situation is, for no European country can accommodate all who wish to come. Yet, during my more sleepless nights, I think of these boatloads of sadness and of what terrible circumstances – of which, admittedly, I know nothing – can lead their human cargo to take such risks.

DAILY DOINGS - 8

I am sorry to post so late tonight, but what with still not feeling 100%, it being panic-time at work as we come up to exams and one thing and another I seem to be forever trying to catch up with myself lately.

However, I did manage to get over to the Altro Posto at lunchtime, and yet another new waitress had obviously been told to expect me and instructed in the art of mixing a fine g & t. It’s good to be known somewhere like that and treated as a “local”. It means a lot to me.

Now, I have decided that I again need a cleaning lady, reader, as I don’t have the energy to spring –clean myself. It just so happens that the other day, when Simi and I were out, a kindly –looking lady stopped us and made a fuss of Simi. “I see you every day, signora, and because you are so blonde, I know you are not from here. I have often wondered about you.” None of this was said nosily or intrusively – she seemed to be genuinely interested [as, indeed, many people I meet seem to be]. Then I got the remark which I have related to you before, and I repeat it somewhat embarrassedly: “What?! Not married?! Una bella signora come Lei! But why?!!” [I wish I knew, reader!] Anyway, finally she asked me to let her know if I needed any jobs done around the house, as she lives nearby and is looking for a little work. My instinct, which is usually good, tells me that I can trust this lady as she seems to be well known by all around here. But of course, as usual, I will have to have a good clean-up before I can even think of inviting a cleaning lady round!

Finally, here is a little snippet to cheer you all up: according to a survey published today, the Italians are the most sexually contented people in Europe. [I don’t know why anyone had to commission a survey – I could have told them that!] Surprisingly, the Brits are second and the French third. Haven’t I always said that the Italians have discovered the secret of living a happy life?