Tuesday, May 19, 2009

The great bruschetta-off

The food here is everything I'd hoped. If, in my bumbling-foreigner way, I'm choosing the poorer ristorante, trattoria and pizzeria, I can scarcely imagine what the good ones dish out.

Last night, I had good ol' tomato-and-basil bruschetta before a bloody divine spinach-and-ricotta ravioli in a sauce of sweet cherry tomatoes, zucchini and (I think) eggplant. The buschetta tasted rather similar to the one I make at home, which pleased and disappointed me simultaneously. Presumably this means I make a passable tomato-and-basil bruschetta. But, while I'm here, I want some kind of culinary transcendance, not confirmation.

Speaking of transcendance, I leave you with a piece of art I bought from some back-street Caravaggio near the Spanish Steps. Simply glorious. God onlyknows how somebody else didn't snap it up before I had the chance. It'll look divine on the bedroom wall back in Oz.

I call it "TomKat".

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Someone ELSE is making a comeback too

Yes, you heard it here first. Mark Latham is making a political comeback. You doubt? Here's the proof:


In the European Union elections, no less. He's changed his name to the picaresque "Roberto Gualtieri", but he can't fool me.

Ba-da-bing!

And you thought I'd lost it...

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BACK!

Awake.



(This, by the way, is the lovely little pad that's mine for 2 weeks in Rome.)

*sigh*

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