It has been a while since I posted anything on my blog. No excuses except a hot and uninspiring summer. I have begun some water (pool?) therapy for my left kneem which is suddenly acting as if it was replaced yesterday as opposed to last December. The doc says he doesn't want to go back in and then think, "What am I doing here?" Which is fine by me for the time being.
Savannah seems to be fast becoming the shooting capital of the world. 10 shootings in 24 hours rivals cities a lot larger than the big S. Police tell us that if we are just the average Savannah citizens we really have nothing to worry about. I beg to differ. Being in the wrong place at the wrong time can get you killed. And by wrong place, I mean wherever (mall, restaurant, home etc) the person with the gun happens to be. Being a bit of collateral damage is little comfort to me. So as the sarge used to say on Hill Street Blues, "Be careful out there."
Somebody please explain mesh book bags/backpacks for students. When packed to the hilt with everything from books to chewing gum, spotting something illegal or fattening seems pretty far-fetched. It is a tad ridiculous when the big box stores, Walmart by personal experience, have tons and tons of non-mesh book bags and backpacks in their back to school sections. Who -pray tell - is buying them? OH - and when I asked where I might find the mesh bags, I was first directed to sporting goods (more non mesh back packs) and then told by a senior customer service person that if they had any they would be in women's handbags and accesories (more non-mesh backpacks with some handbags mixed in). How anyone finds anything these days is news to me.
Finally in this grab bag of observations: I cook Italian better than the Italian restaurants in town. This is not bragging, simply a fact. Every time we try one of the "good" ones (Bella's need not apply - ever) we spend more money than we need to and always comment after the fact, that it was okay, but nothing I couldn't have prepared better. Leslie even tells the wait staff that I cook the best risooto she has ever eaten.
In Italy people expect home-cooked to be better than restauant meals, so if they go out they really investigate the "best" trattorias in their towns. Americans go out because (a) we don't feel like cooking; (b) we can't cook as well or at all; (c) special occasions. So if you want good Italian at a reasonable price try "Osteria Giacomo" (literally Jim's small restaurant) when it opens which is probably never. Or just come by the house and see what's cookin'.
Ciao (I promise to be more regular in these posts - I won't promise to be any more interesting).
