Hello, New to this forum but not to this country. Find this forum much, much more interesting than others I have visited as a guest. Hope I'm made welcome.
Isme my dear, I wasn't suggesting photographs of THAT nature! In fact, in the past whenever I try to picture you, I imagined a stark black-and-white mug-shot of you holding a white card with numbers on it. Now you have triggered my imagination however, images of Sophia Loren keep flooding into my brain. Oh goodness gracious me!
Esme, I am avid follower of all Fillide's posts, as I am of your's. Now, whilst on that particular subject, could I impose upon you Esme and Fillide to send me a signed photograph for my collection. They would be cherished.
The white fruiting Moro Alba is supposed to be the only Mulberry suitable for Silk Moth cultivation &, while the fruit is edible, it's not rated as having much flavour. The dark/black fruiting varieties have a unique & wonderful flavour, but are supposedly useless for silk production. The story goes that when it became fashionable for wealthy English Millords to import exotic oriental Mulberry plants for their expensively landscaped gardens they accidentally, yet happily, ended up with the wrong Mulberry. Our favourite tree, growing undisturbed in the public grounds of a Jacobean London house, has been discovered by the Poles & is now stripped bare. I wonder what colour fruit yours is Atessa? If it's the white, then the lovely symbolic "myth" has some real poignancy. If it's black then you have a very valued, & delicious, asset. I was talking with a lovely elderly lady today that said she had picked all the Mulberries she could use from the tree in her garden & said I could help myself to the rest. We got talking & drinking tea & I just forgot all about the Mulberries. I'll give her a buzz tomorrow I think. Mmmmm! Mulberry Crumbles & Pies.
That is a shame. I shall be sad to see you go. You do provide rather good advice and encouragment. You have obviously lived in Italy for a long time and have great understanding of the people and the country.
When Mrs Mustard and I last visited Montalcino we ate in very good restaurants in Montalcino called Grapollo Blu & Rei di Machi. The costs from what I remember were quite moderate. We also loved the small town of Pienza and the amazing balcony bar with it's panoramic long-distance views and romantic sunsets. Mrs Mustard also liked San Quirico, though I can't ever remember eating there. We loved the Montalcino area and also visited the Castello Banfi restaurant and winery although I don't recall much about that visit as I had rather a field day at the tasting bar. Montepulciano is also well worth a visit although we didn't visit any restaurants, there is a rather lovely Belle Epoque bar patisserie and I'm guilty of another short tasting session in the Enoteca, which I think might have been run by the local comune, in underground cellars in the main square. We were there for Montalcino's famous archery contest which although was very exciting and colourful, with all the medieval costumes, was completely out-shone by the post-contest celebrations, with hoards of the winning team's supporters gleefully carousing in the streets on the very best Montalcino vintages. I have never seen so many drunken Italians, in public and on the streets. M.
A weather topic! Wonderful! Us Brits just cannot resist the subject. Mrs Mustard keeps me on a short lead these days, ever since that episode with the cleaner... so, not much weather finds it's way into my cell of a study. However, on high days and holidays she lets me out and I have noticed that the weather here is far more pleasant than ever I remembered it. I'm begining to be ever more strongly convinced of the "global warming phenomenon". While most of Italy seems to be these days wrestling with a capricious and unsympathetic climate, here in the South East of England we have been blessed with some very acceptable weather so far this year; so much so that all thoughts of a return to our gracious palazzo have been as short lived as the very few summer showers gardeners and farmers have been praying for in this green and pleasant land.
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Isme my dear, I wasn't suggesting photographs of THAT nature! In fact, in the past whenever I try to picture you, I imagined a stark black-and-white mug-shot of you holding a white card with numbers on it. Now you have triggered my imagination however, images of Sophia Loren keep flooding into my brain. Oh goodness gracious me!
Esme, I am avid follower of all Fillide's posts, as I am of your's. Now, whilst on that particular subject, could I impose upon you Esme and Fillide to send me a signed photograph for my collection. They would be cherished.
Badger, Have you tried making the wrappers yourself ever?
Can only find one site that sells them fresh here... £3.99 per 100 gram.
The white fruiting Moro Alba is supposed to be the only Mulberry suitable for Silk Moth cultivation &, while the fruit is edible, it's not rated as having much flavour. The dark/black fruiting varieties have a unique & wonderful flavour, but are supposedly useless for silk production. The story goes that when it became fashionable for wealthy English Millords to import exotic oriental Mulberry plants for their expensively landscaped gardens they accidentally, yet happily, ended up with the wrong Mulberry. Our favourite tree, growing undisturbed in the public grounds of a Jacobean London house, has been discovered by the Poles & is now stripped bare. I wonder what colour fruit yours is Atessa? If it's the white, then the lovely symbolic "myth" has some real poignancy. If it's black then you have a very valued, & delicious, asset. I was talking with a lovely elderly lady today that said she had picked all the Mulberries she could use from the tree in her garden & said I could help myself to the rest. We got talking & drinking tea & I just forgot all about the Mulberries. I'll give her a buzz tomorrow I think. Mmmmm! Mulberry Crumbles & Pies.
That is a shame. I shall be sad to see you go. You do provide rather good advice and encouragment. You have obviously lived in Italy for a long time and have great understanding of the people and the country.
When Mrs Mustard and I last visited Montalcino we ate in very good restaurants in Montalcino called Grapollo Blu & Rei di Machi. The costs from what I remember were quite moderate. We also loved the small town of Pienza and the amazing balcony bar with it's panoramic long-distance views and romantic sunsets. Mrs Mustard also liked San Quirico, though I can't ever remember eating there. We loved the Montalcino area and also visited the Castello Banfi restaurant and winery although I don't recall much about that visit as I had rather a field day at the tasting bar. Montepulciano is also well worth a visit although we didn't visit any restaurants, there is a rather lovely Belle Epoque bar patisserie and I'm guilty of another short tasting session in the Enoteca, which I think might have been run by the local comune, in underground cellars in the main square. We were there for Montalcino's famous archery contest which although was very exciting and colourful, with all the medieval costumes, was completely out-shone by the post-contest celebrations, with hoards of the winning team's supporters gleefully carousing in the streets on the very best Montalcino vintages. I have never seen so many drunken Italians, in public and on the streets. M.
A weather topic! Wonderful! Us Brits just cannot resist the subject. Mrs Mustard keeps me on a short lead these days, ever since that episode with the cleaner... so, not much weather finds it's way into my cell of a study. However, on high days and holidays she lets me out and I have noticed that the weather here is far more pleasant than ever I remembered it. I'm begining to be ever more strongly convinced of the "global warming phenomenon". While most of Italy seems to be these days wrestling with a capricious and unsympathetic climate, here in the South East of England we have been blessed with some very acceptable weather so far this year; so much so that all thoughts of a return to our gracious palazzo have been as short lived as the very few summer showers gardeners and farmers have been praying for in this green and pleasant land.