Archive | November, 2012
Mt. Etna in the autumn (or… hiking with kids)
the cuteness of mini Ruche
The other day I was entering a blog giveaway* in hopes of winning something from the Ruche children’s section. I didn’t even know Ruche had a children’s section, but wow. Their stuff is so cute! I’m especially head over heels for that “future bird watcher onesie” so my little boy can be just like his daddy!
1. iron-on ties (how brilliant is that?!)
2. Marty the Monkey stuffed animal
3. bird watcher onesie
4. prepster saddle shoes
5. future photographer onesie
6. fruits and veggies wooden magnets
7. animal parade print
8. billy crayon caddy
9. striped romper
*Why do I do that? I have almost no chance of winning. But enter giveaways I do, and faithfully. Have you ever won something?? Well, besides you, Bethany, because you won my giveaway. :-)
why Italian kitchens make me happy
Let me just start by saying that, despite the incredible food they produce, Italian kitchens are not known for being beautiful, necessarily, or even particularly user-friendly. Oftentimes kitchens here in Sicily will be outfitted with small, shallow sinks (a pet peeve of my husband’s) and very little counter space.
However.
Italian kitchens have at least one design feature going for them that I have never seen elsewhere. It’s called the drying rack over the sink. It looks just like a regular kitchen cabinet, but when you open the cupboard doors, you see a beautifully hidden away set of drying racks for your dishes. No dishes strewn all over counters on dish towels, no unsightly dish racks on the draining board, no pots left in the sink to dry. It’s pure genius! Thus far there has been an over-sink drying rack in every kitchen I’ve seen in Italy, even in tiny cottages in the Dolomites.
But I’ve never seen this feature in any other kitchen in the world. Why? Do you have any theories? My personal theory as to why this hasn’t caught on in the States is:
a) dishwashing machines exist there and
b) every American kitchen is designed with a window over the sink.
But why a window over the sink? Do you ever look out the window while you’re washing dishes?
trip to a Sicilian bakery
“I’m going kind of stir-crazy,” I admitted to my husband on the phone. He was in Greece for work and I was stuck at home with a toddler.
“Why don’t you go see if the pet store is open?” Elliott suggested. “Lena would love that.”
The pet store is awesome, and I think Elliott and I enjoy trips there almost as much as Lena does. Unfortunately, we have a suspicion that it is a cover for some kind of operation (perhaps related to a popular 1970s movie trilogy?). It is closed at weird times almost all the time and I have been told to leave very suddenly when the owner gets a phone call and suddenly has to rush out the door, jump in his Mercedes SUV, and tire-squeal off to some urgent business.
But that is neither here nor there.
Suffice it to say, the pet store was closed again that day. However, since we had come so far, we kept walking to our favorite little biscotteria. I guess you could roughly translate biscotteria as “cookie store”?
I love this place. Just walking inside makes me so happy.