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- The festive season is officially over. The last drop of the Warninks Advocaat has now been drunk. Admittedly, I had to downsize the size of my glass. The added bonus is that it is the last of the maraschino cherries too. Thank goodness I don’t have to see a nearly empty jar of them every time I open the fridge for the next eleven months. p.s. after all these years I have come to the conclusion I prefer a cocktail to a glass of wine. #warninksadvocaat #advocaat #maraschinocherriesThe first of the Camellia Japonia. Spring is coming. The days are getting longer. #camellia #springisintheairOne evening last summer I was standing on a packed commuter train from Bologna to San Giovanni, fretting that I would miss my stop and wondering if I was making a big mistake. Going to a place I have never been before and not quite knowing how I was going to get back. The only thing I did know was that there was a restaurant - Osteria del Mirasole that I hoped would be worth all the hassle and stress of getting to. When I stepped off the train at my station the light was fading fast, there was what seemed a long walk from the station along a deserted road.The evening was drawing in and the streets were deserted. There seemed to be no one about. I spent the following hour looking around the small town, everywhere was closed. Down a narrow road shone a single light above a sign, I had found my nirvana. From the moment I walked in I felt something quite special was going to unfold and it did. From the warm welcome and the comforting noises coming from the kitchen. I knew it was going to be worth it. This is one of the dishes - squid cooked on an open fire. What can I say it melted, literally melted, in my mouth. I tried to eat it as slowly as I could but within minutes it was gone, but not forgotten. #Bologna #italy #sangiovannidipersicetoToday is #ipmdrome International pasta machine day. The Rome part is @carla_tomasi who is behind the hashtag. If you want to see more go to my stories or go look up Carla if you are not already following her. There are also lots more accounts using this # today so go and discover someone new. I have turned sound off in this post as the motor is rather loud and annoying. This is my fourth pasta machine. It’s the Marcato Atlas 180 which is a little wider than the average machine and the added bonus is the dial goes up to 9. The real dream is that it doesn’t need clamping to anything. After years of grizzling that I hated using the clamp to attach my old machines to the counter/table as I was constantly catching my knuckles and moaning my back hurt cranking the lever - a motor was gifted to me. Who says grizzling doesn’t pay off? I love my little motor it’s made the world of difference. I love it so much I don’t even hear the awful noise is makes. #ipmdrome #pastamachine #pasta #marcato #pastamotor
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