May 13, 2013 § Leave a comment
1/4 of the way we hug when we sleep
3/4 of the dreams you share with me
May 9, 2013 § Leave a comment
Today I attempted a running workout for the very first time. You can easily realize I detest cardio workouts. As a result, even this tiny one was hard for me to follow. However, I had the sea by my side, a small breeze stroking my face and the picture of my very handsome man in my mind to keep me going.
So I made it. When I finished the whole thing and got the “well done” notification an instant smile came up (and a couple of watery eyes I have to admit). Joy and fulfillment. I realized at that very moment that all this time I was convinced I was incapable of such a thing. The most amazing sentiment filled my soul and at that very second, this is what I was listening to. What a perfect match (3:36 onward).
I ‘ve been mourning my lost beauty for 10 years now. I’ve decided to meet me again. Can’t wait to introduce myself to my world… I know I’ll fit better this time.
April 22, 2013 § 2 Comments
It’s been one of those nights. All my thoughts were negative ones, fear for the future consumed me and knocking my head to the wall seemed like a pretty freaking awesome idea, not to add quite a spectacular escapade. Thank God we can blame hormones for this momentum. To be honest, we can blame hormones for
pretty much everything (in your face, male ones!).
So, what is the mature way to deal with all this? Hug your guy? Go for a walk, talk to your family or best friend maybe? Have some wine and consider things in their true dimension -which means not as exaggerated as Jodie Foster’s Oscar speech (sorry dear… I used to love you but it came to an end that night).
No, no and no. What I did was risotto. Lemon risotto with corn and rosemary to be exact, and it worked like a charm (well for a while at least, I had to call Mf for support eventually, gotta give the credits).
So I thought I should share the recipe for you to use in such a night. May your souls find the same comfort in it as mine did!
Lemon Risotto with Corn and Rosemary
* (risotto should be made for as few as possible but I needed the longer ritual for therapeutic reasons tonight and what follows is a list for 7 servings)
*i’m observing Lent, so I couldn’t use any Parm. There isn’t a risotto without “mantecatura” of course, so add some extra for my sake!
Olive oil (enough to cover the bottom of a wide and deep casserole)
4 tb of butter
1 big onion (finely chopped)
3 garlic cloves (sliced)
500 gr of Arborio rice
200 ml of dry white wine
2 l of chicken/vegetable broth
300 gr of canned corn
zest from 1 medium lemon
juice from 1 medium lemon
2 rosemary needles (fresh and finely chopped)
5 tb of Parmigiano Reggiano
freshly ground pepper
Make the broth and keep it warm till the end.
Heat the oil along with 2 tb of butter to medium heat.
Add onions and garlic till they turn golden.
Add the rice and stir till it goes opaque. Don’t stop stirring or it’ll decorate the bottom of your pan for the rest of your life.
Pour the wine and wait till it vaporizes slowly but fully. I said fully!!
Pour enough broth to slightly cover the rice and stir. Wait till it’s fully absorbed (yes, fully goddammit, don’t go bored on me now!). Repeat till you use half of the broth.
Add lemon zest, corn and rosemary.
Keep stirring and adding the broth till the rice is liquid, creamy but still sticks to your tooth. It’ll look “wavy” (al’onda).
Remove the casserole from heat, add Parmigiano, lemon juice, rest of butter and fresh pepper and stir.
Let the risotto rest for 2-3 minutes.
Serve and enjoy. It’s divine, I promise.
You are now ready to call your other half and shoo the blackness out of your system (at least for tonight).
April 21, 2013 § Leave a comment
“Fall in love from your heart
without modesty, without reason
with the fire of passion.
Fall in love without looking back
always through the eyes and even more.
so you can fight against the wind and fly
to discover the beauty of the sea.
Fall in love
and be able to share our thirst for life.
The gift of love is life itself!
Fall in love
as if you’re between sky and sea
feeling the freedom.
Fall in love
Give just for giving, always and even more.”
Happy birthday my youth, my pride, my love…
April 11, 2013 § 2 Comments
Grey hair. Not 2-3 but more like 8. I saw them last night in the bathroom’s mirror, I am telling you the truth! Grey roots, sparkling and very strong I may add.
Me last night:
I have a general fear of ageing, now that facts started kicking I’m kinda horrified. So it is inevitable after all… I noticed the first ones last year or so, I remember Mf asking me how I felt about it but back then I was pretty cool. Maybe I thought they wouldn’t be any more of these spider webs ruining my beloved (very) long hair. Turns out he had a point asking me, predicting my reaction before I could.
I searched the i-nets and found out that smoking, drinking and stress can speed up the process if your genes are set towards that way-the grey way (surprised?). So I panicked, I went to bed thinking which of these factors I can eliminate and well… smoking is very casual already but the rest…hard stuff is hard! Being the narcissist I am, dying my hair is not really an option. I have only done some shades once in my -close to 30- years of life cos I feel like cheating on myself if I change my natural colour (I know… I know). So where does that leave me?
1) I found out I still have a decade before I turn all white headed so that’s somewhat reassuring for now.
2) I can go meet that lady at the super-market who asked me if I was over 18 to sell me some tobacco offer (God bless her!) when I really freak out about the situation.
3) I can rant to Mf about how unfair it is that for guys it’s the epitome of attractiveness but for us it’s more related to retirement.
4) I can say to myself that I may have a few (very few ok??) grey hair, but I had a lot more grey in me when I was younger…
All in all… bring it on!
April 6, 2013 § Leave a comment
I love being barefoot. It’s one of the first little things that dearest ones find out about me. As a kid I remember my dad saying to my mother: “look, she’s barefoot again! Why are you doing that, you bizarre little thing?”. My mother would naturally come with a pair of socks in her hands which she’d end up finding all over the house. There was lots of sighing regarding the matter and some sassy smile from me as a reply. Me, barefoot, declaring my freedom to all the silly footdressed human creatures!
Mf giggles when he sees me barefoot and points out my habit every single time. That makes me feel like a fairy which is enough reason for me not to ever ever stop! On my last birthday he bought me a pair of fluffy sock-slippers. He suggested that it’s not shoes nor socks so I can still feel free while keeping my feet warm (not too warm though!). I admit at first I doubted that I’d get used to them, however they turned out adorable. As a matter of fact, I used them so much that the poor things are worn out and need to transcend to the realm of memoirs pretty soon. Of course, I still go barefoot when he’s at work and I’m meddling in the kitchen…
It’s my connection with the ground, with earth. When barefoot, your senses are ready, alerted. If it’s summer, those tiny cold signals travel from toes to head renewing you. If it’s winter, walking on warm carpets or even better wooden planks sets the mood for cuddling sessions. Try watering the flowers barefoot. Feel the dead leaves traveling under your feet, water flowing through your toes, you splashing tiny drops everywhere. Dressed with water’s transparency. Who can resist to the relief of the sea after walking on hot burning sand? Is there a faster way to travel back to childhood? Or being barefoot in grain fields, enjoying the tickling game that nature plays with you.
But most of all, it’s about a dream. That one day, I”ll dance barefoot on my captain’s deck. As his banshee queen…