tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081206974005845104.post1678668383310738466..comments2024-03-15T04:27:26.708-07:00Comments on An Affordable Wardrobe: Pizza WoodJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212956969066796818noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081206974005845104.post-31050723833004009732013-09-28T15:39:48.315-07:002013-09-28T15:39:48.315-07:00don't apologize!!! Wonderful post. While my ol...don't apologize!!! Wonderful post. While my old fashioned food is not Italian, we can all relate. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081206974005845104.post-57764946023614364892013-09-25T14:57:38.757-07:002013-09-25T14:57:38.757-07:00Lovely story.
Anonymous asked: "was the pole...Lovely story.<br /><br />Anonymous asked: "was the polenta used by Roman soldiers made from a different grain? And if so, do you have any idea what that grain (or grains) might have been?"<br /><br />An answer is at http://www.sostanza.com.au/polenta_history_6.html<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081206974005845104.post-36564761892835525812013-09-25T08:43:56.864-07:002013-09-25T08:43:56.864-07:00This is one of my favorite posts you've made i...This is one of my favorite posts you've made in a long time...it reminds me of what my grandfather has told me about his parents. His dad made wine in the cellar, and would go down periodically to "check the furnace" and come up with red stains on his shirt. He butchered a pig every year, and they used everything but the oink. My great-grandmother made homemade ravoli in huge amounts on the dining room table, and her own tomato paste by leaving it out in the sun. Sure wish I knew how. Thanks for this!Chrisnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081206974005845104.post-84938402045814140282013-09-25T07:06:42.630-07:002013-09-25T07:06:42.630-07:00Wonderful! I am slobbering at the mouth and unfort...Wonderful! I am slobbering at the mouth and unfortunately the only part of that story I can get my hands on is the Fresca. Darned diet.Philnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081206974005845104.post-46389987963687730992013-09-25T04:43:34.954-07:002013-09-25T04:43:34.954-07:00Va bene, Joe! Thanks for the heartfelt post -- rai...Va bene, Joe! Thanks for the heartfelt post -- raising a glass in your honour here in Australia.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081206974005845104.post-65213645371910409822013-09-24T14:35:50.982-07:002013-09-24T14:35:50.982-07:00Agreed, a lovely post and memory I too have a few...Agreed, a lovely post and memory I too have a few things hat were part of my maternal grandparents' kitchen and dining room. There continued daily use keeps my grandparents fresh in my mind.<br /><br />Best Regards,<br /><br />Heinz-Ulrich von B.WSTKS-FM Worldwidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14173042438761572040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081206974005845104.post-71584697443434710002013-09-23T16:45:31.581-07:002013-09-23T16:45:31.581-07:00I once dated an older woman who was Italian. She i...I once dated an older woman who was Italian. She invited me to her birthday dinner and it was a lovely meal. Part of the main course was polenta, or as her father called it, Italian concrete. It was delicious! We all passed around the platters around the table. Just an amazing meal with a beautiful Italian family. Felix Castanedanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081206974005845104.post-85179220292991531122013-09-23T10:52:57.011-07:002013-09-23T10:52:57.011-07:00You said "wood."
Huh-huh, huh-huh-huh.You said "wood."<br /><br />Huh-huh, huh-huh-huh.Butt-Headnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081206974005845104.post-75707763237278617342013-09-23T06:37:08.240-07:002013-09-23T06:37:08.240-07:00Lovely way to start the week! Such posts are why t...Lovely way to start the week! Such posts are why this old clothes lovin' grandson of a Greek seamstress from the other Commonwealth (VA) remains a fan.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081206974005845104.post-53804506546156050372013-09-23T06:24:39.538-07:002013-09-23T06:24:39.538-07:00Sauce recipe?Sauce recipe?Jho78https://www.blogger.com/profile/17672892971295502004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081206974005845104.post-30742387983239434742013-09-23T01:53:31.214-07:002013-09-23T01:53:31.214-07:00Beautiful post, you are very lucky to have this di...Beautiful post, you are very lucky to have this direct connection to memories of your grandparents.Northmoonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15597456926736581361noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081206974005845104.post-78957141403448417662013-09-23T00:00:20.395-07:002013-09-23T00:00:20.395-07:00What a thing it would be, to learn cooking from fa...What a thing it would be, to learn cooking from family such as that.Masonhttp://www.maceb.tumblr.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081206974005845104.post-6167633257336193182013-09-22T20:44:34.648-07:002013-09-22T20:44:34.648-07:00I am curious about your origin story with regard t...I am curious about your origin story with regard to polenta. Considering that corn was a New World crop, and therefore unavailable in Europe until at least the early 16th century, was the polenta used by Roman soldiers made from a different grain? And if so, do you have any idea what that grain (or grains) might have been?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081206974005845104.post-25384862752542040002013-09-22T19:12:43.143-07:002013-09-22T19:12:43.143-07:00Best post yet!Best post yet!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081206974005845104.post-88622325286716824662013-09-22T10:34:10.870-07:002013-09-22T10:34:10.870-07:00Very heartfelt and true post.
Items of the past co...Very heartfelt and true post.<br />Items of the past connected to those we love are the best.<br />Thank you<br />Scale Wormhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09583891708651272779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081206974005845104.post-68873211416190481692013-09-22T10:02:30.098-07:002013-09-22T10:02:30.098-07:00Not maudlin at all and it fact a very touching pos...Not maudlin at all and it fact a very touching post. <br /><br />Thinking about it all ties in with the approach of the blog - the love of old used things which have a definite purpose and are imbued with the history of the people who used them and the people (like us) who pick them up and continue to get use out of them. This applies even if they're just a hunk of old wood used in the kitchen. <br /><br />I suppose the difference with this one is that you know the provenance of this old thing and its history is your history, rather than the unknown story behind old guys jacket. Ianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04851938000403655316noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081206974005845104.post-84072783421407800412013-09-22T05:50:12.660-07:002013-09-22T05:50:12.660-07:00Thanks for a great post. I too and from the Boston...Thanks for a great post. I too and from the Boston area (North Shore). My maternal grandparents were from Sicily. I have great memories of Nonna hanging the home made pasta and sausage on the wooded clothes rack in the kitchen. Her home made soup with the tiny meat balls, macaroni (not pasta) and beans, a case of Moxie in the hallway. All wonderful memories. Thanks.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081206974005845104.post-86315457247114627532013-09-21T23:22:13.404-07:002013-09-21T23:22:13.404-07:00This was beautiful. This was beautiful. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081206974005845104.post-20522402635539140872013-09-21T21:54:00.079-07:002013-09-21T21:54:00.079-07:00Sounds a lot like grits and ham gravy, a southern ...Sounds a lot like grits and ham gravy, a southern US staple, but I think Nonna's sauce is a few lengths ahead.NCJacknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081206974005845104.post-17164162184234356572013-09-21T16:43:21.780-07:002013-09-21T16:43:21.780-07:00Yup...Liked the post...made me think of my Italian...Yup...Liked the post...made me think of my Italian in-laws in Erie, PA and their love of food, family, and the two together. Thanks for sharing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081206974005845104.post-33020080592582172942013-09-21T10:30:12.504-07:002013-09-21T10:30:12.504-07:00What an unexpected but lovely and touching post!What an unexpected but lovely and touching post!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081206974005845104.post-86716890035185664932013-09-21T05:25:07.257-07:002013-09-21T05:25:07.257-07:00I'll be honest (and also admit right from the ...I'll be honest (and also admit right from the start that maybe "It's not you, it's me")--- at times, I get a rather smug and all-knowing vibe from some of your clothing /thrifting posts. Not so today. What I get from this post is an authentic and heartfelt love for your heritage and your family-past and present-and a sincere desire to keep that heritage alive and well. I think this is you best post ever.Jacknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081206974005845104.post-33242473077587387492013-09-21T04:03:15.304-07:002013-09-21T04:03:15.304-07:00Not maudlin at all; a lovely memory. While I appre...Not maudlin at all; a lovely memory. While I appreciate all of your clothing posts, I also enjoy greatly posts like this one. Keep up the good work!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081206974005845104.post-27506834067139172302013-09-20T23:24:45.958-07:002013-09-20T23:24:45.958-07:00My wife and I have been in Italy this week, enjoyi...My wife and I have been in Italy this week, enjoying that same kind of simple, authentic food. I am glad to hear such a wonderful story about your family. It makes me miss my parents and grandparents.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00978626749460502214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081206974005845104.post-39611475211195777162013-09-20T22:17:41.274-07:002013-09-20T22:17:41.274-07:00Memories are a powerful thing. Thanks for sharing ...Memories are a powerful thing. Thanks for sharing this. It made me think of my own childhood in my half-Italian, half-Jewish neighborhood in Brooklyn, with it's fig trees wrapped in insulation for the winter and omnipresent (and excellent) bagel shops. And of the peaches in cheap burgundy that we put up every summer to eat in the winter and spring.LarryBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06845411242454574108noreply@blogger.com