Crimson’s Creative Challenge #15 – To Come Full Circle

I have been drawn in, once again, to Crispina’s CCC challenge.  First of all, because the sunflower is my favourite flower – even when she is spent and ready to be put to rest.  I didn’t want to focus on her death but could not avoid it.  And then, what the hell was I thinking?  I decided to try my hand at a double etheree (didn’t even know what that was before Willow introduced me to one a good while back).  And then, yesterday, Merril went and posted a beautiful one and somehow here I am trying my hand at writing crazy stuff that I know nothing about.  Call me crazy.

To Come Full Circle

Dead

Finished

Time is up

Served my purpose

Seeds and glory, gone

Sadly, I hang my head

I was beautiful, before

But now, I fear, am fading fast

The birds come no more, I am spent

My green once so bright has dulled to yellow

 

But wait!  I have lost sight of my purpose

I have fed nature’s smallest creatures

I have given, with all my love

Facing the sun, I spread joy

I replenish my stock

Letting some seeds fall

To plant themselves

Born again

To give

Life

 

(Word count:  89)

Cook in Tuscany – Cortona – Yes! Cortona!

Talk about starting off with a bang!  We were going to Cortona!  Home of “Under the Tuscan Sun” – I used to joke with my family (sorta) that I was going to pull a Diane Lane and not come back…the movie version… (very different from the books – which were fabulous in a whole ‘nother way).

So, this was an early one!  We had to be ready to hop on the van with Angelo, our driver for the week, by 8:30!  Hey!  I thought we were on vacation here?  I have to set an alarm?!  All jokes aside, we gladly gathered for breakfast by 7:30-8:00.  I tell you, the Tuscans are not big on breakfast.  Some sweet cakes and pastries, a few hard-boiled eggs, Rusk crackers (I had forgotten how much I enjoyed them and have started buying them again!), some fruit, maybe some cold meats and cheese and coffee.  Paula’s cappuccinos were wonderful.

Oh. Em. Gee!  I was going to the place that probably started this dream of mine; or, if it didn’t start it, definitely fed it.

On our way to Cortona, we noticed the fields of sunflowers were pretty much done, heads drooping, petals non-existent.  We were pretty bummed when hark!  Someone let out a shout to look to the left.  Yes!  One last field of sunshiny faces looking towards the sun.  We begged Angelo to stop so we could get in there.

Cortona is built on quite the hill and Angelo was a total sweetheart to drive us up where vans are not supposed to go so we could all jump out as quick as can be to go meet up with Antonietta, our chef teacher for the day.  First order of business was to go shopping for the necessities – some pork tenderloin (cinque filette di maiale, per favore), tomatoes, canned barlotti beans, eggs, rosemary, etc.

We made our way back to Netta’s Kitchen, donned our aprons for the first time and set about making tagliatelle.  Once we had all held up our creations, it was on to stuffing the pork tenderloins with garlic, salt, pepper and rosemary.  These would be prepared in a pear and Chianti sauce and served with lemon rosemary potatoes, all chopped and prepared by us.  We also chopped tomatoes and red onions, splash of balsamic vinegar, glug of olive oil, salt & pepper and voilà! The makings of a tomato bruschetta topping.  Did the same with the beans for a second topping.  Oh!  And we made our own individual crostadas, filled with jam and decorated as we saw fit.  I call them rustic pies.  We all called them delicious!

Once everything we cooked, we settled down to eat our creations.

After all that work we were set free to roam the streets of Cortona.  What was to become a standard (unbeknownst to me until this trip) was walking through cobble-stoned streets, stepping into doorways to avoid being run over by their cute little cars – which I am sure would still hurt if rolled over my foot!

We then went to visit “Le Celle”, the last place St. Francis of Assisi lived and did his work.  His room was beyond spare and the gardens were just lovely.

We also visited the Santuario di Santa Margherita where the amazingly preserved Saint’s body lies in one piece (a miracle, considering other churches have bits and pieces of various saints for all to see!)

Back to La Costa for a snooze or rest and then off for dinner at La Botta Piena, almost across the street from home.  MaryEllen was finally well enough to join us – and a good thing too!  She is a hoot and a half!

Frank and MaryEllen

Frank and MaryEllen

There we were treated to a fabulous dinner by hosts Elena and Simone.  A dinner comprised of six courses!  Olive and ricotta mousse, onion flan (Oh, I have begged Linda to get the recipe from Elena – and I shall continue to harass her until I get it!) and veal carpaccio, chickpea soup with spelt and rosemary croutons, spaghetti all’amatriciana, chicken rolls stuffed with sausage and olives and pork with tuna sauce and finally a grape mascarpone charlotte.  Lawsy!  A total of four different wines were also served to go with each course.

If this was a sign of the rest of the trip, we were going to have to roll me out of there!

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Gratitude Sunday – August 17, 2014

This past week has been one of those ones where nothing in particular has stood out to make me feel “Wow, now this goes on my Sunday list”.  That said, it doesn’t mean I don’t have loads of things to be grateful for!

Gratitude List:

  1. My sunflowers are finally making an appearance!  I thought they’d never bloom as many of their leaves were gobbled by voracious insects…

  2. Friendships created on-line that I am convinced will move into the in-person phase one day.

  3. Lunch dates with my husband at a great bistro in town.

  4. Having seats protected from the rain when watching our soccer team finally win a game in a very heavy downpour.

  5. After a perfectly grey and rainy and cold week, the sun begins to shine on the Sunday; reminding us that summer is so not over!