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Saturday, January 25, 2003 Yummy Cook-out In Fabby Little ItalyYippee! I have just been to Italy (and boy do I know how to rhyme? you know-Yippee and Italy). Well, at least there was a feel of Italy to it and it wasn?t because I was surrounded by Bocelli, pepperonis or goosegog paparazzis that sneak upon celebrities, welcome or not. Rather, it was because we went to the house of a family friend that made me feel as if I stepped into a romantic scenery filled with the most beautiful palaces and museums of Italy (oh well, partly I am just being carried away). And had a cookout at their patio (well, we dined-out but the cooking was done inside their house). Anyway, they sserved a choice between fish and beef (on a sizzling plate) for the main course and a choice between turon (with jackfruit inside and sesame seeds on the sugar syrup on the wrappings) and a refrigerator cake that Vikkicar calls Peach Float and what Cielo calls Fruits Galore only this one had mangoes and no peach halves or fruit cocktails. As for the drinks, we had fresh dalandan juice (and not the canned ones) and also an orange ?flavored alcoholic drink in a wine bottle that tasted like, well, freshly-squeezed orange juice. And then there was the ambience. It looked like a little Italian garden under the night sky?filled with greens and flowers and made even cozier by the cool night breeze that one can feel in the city air these past few days. If one would close his eyes (and it would help as a number of steps to the right of their patio there were clotheslines) one would he is in Italy (or what it would probably feel like to be in there) As for the interior of their house, it is spic and span. It is quite small but their decors are well arranged and well coordinated. And my favorite part of their house is this huge window beneath it is a nook with throw pillows. The view is like out of a Hallmark card shot in a house in the U.S or England or any country where it snows. On a cold, winter night, one can imagine himself sitting there, watching the snow as it falls to the ground that is bathed with beautiful Christmas lights. Of course, it doesn?t snow here in the Philippines but if it does, I would certainly love to have a window like that in our house. I have heard so much about that house from my Mom and thought it wasn?t exactly how I pictured it in my mind, the house proved to be as fabby as how it was described to me. Maybe, this just goes to show that sometimes good things do come in small packages. Take for example a wedding ring. Or a car key. Or a hobbit like Elijah Wood (I don?t know why but I still cannot take his hobbitness out of my mind). Another clich? for this is ? Size doesn?t matter? (although some people might contradict me on this one and say that size does matter. Oh well?.phooey!) Really, if I would talk about how pretty and nice a house is, it is also because I like the people there. Can one honestly say to person he dislikes ? Oh I love your house?? It?s like saying, ? Hey, you have such good taste!? Maybe, I might actually like the style of someone I don?t like but would I be nice enough to come right out and say such compliments to him or her? Maybe I would be, but there is no guarantee to that. After all, will I even be invited to his house? I don?t think so. If I would expect a cake from somebody I am not on friendly terms with, I would just be setting myself up for disappointment. Of course this is all hypothetical?just for the sake of thinking to myself. Anyway, just take this in mind, yummy cook-outs are done by real friends alone and the beauty of fabby little Italy (or Little France, or Little England or?oh you get the point) can only be felt and seen right smack in their home. |