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So I should be in bed, but am trying to catch up on stuff, and am still a little lagged (jet-wise) so I keep having visions of coffee dancing through my head, and was trying to think of most of the variations available here in Italy, as compared to the piccolo-grande-tall of Starbu . . . (More)

Here goes a second try as blogdrive ate my first draft (which was turning out Soooo much better than this attempt, of course) and made me so angry I had to put it off a bit before retrying...Every once in a while the whole family gangs up on me (well, except the MiL, she catagorically refus . . . (More)

Well, it really doesn't have anything to do with the title, except a parenthetical inspiration: slug=snail. Just so much bad news lately about government secrecy, power plays, invasive control freaks (so much for transparency and change), how can one not have Atlas on the mind anyt . . . (More)

As we continue on our culinary wandering through the alleyways of Venice... At lunch time many of the same places which have a spread of croissants, brioches, and pastries in the morning serve sandwiches and baked goods, like mini (2inch-ish) pizzas, or slices of pizza, or panini, or other, m . . . (More)

So, a dear friend from far away asked "so what are the coffee shops like there?"So, I'll try to describe it...Italy is rich with different varieties of places where people gather and (more or less briefly) enjoy each other's company in the presence of either drink or food or both, a little sim . . . (More)

so we discovered a new treat at the butcher shop the other day: pre-made (well almost) sausage sandwiches.To beat the old humdrum sameold-sameold, they took a piece of french bread baguette, hollowed out the fluffy white part in the middle, and stuffed it with fresh sausage filling. That's . . . (More)