Wandering in search of confirmation, beyond the history that brings back to the Austro-Hungarian Empire, it would seem that Illy, more than Trieste, included in 2015 the qualification of capital in the presentation at the Expo.
Also in 2015, a virtual exhibition connected to Expo was set up at the Salone degli Specchi. Illy was an official partner, in collaboration with the Friuli Venezia Giulia Region and the Municipality and the Chamber of Commerce of Trieste, which bears the wording of capital.
In an interview in Trieste Prima Franco Bazzarra, another roasting entrepreneur, declares: they often ask me if Trieste can really be considered the Italian capital of espresso coffee. I always reply that it is, without hesitation.
The Ministry of Agricultural, Food and Forestry Policies presented the applications for intangible cultural heritage of humanity of the Rite of espresso coffee traditional Italian, which is also a real art, and in the alternative that of the culture of Neapolitan coffee, a reality between ritual and sociality, and unanimous approval is fresh news.
The Neapolitan coffee is in the alternative for a matter of timing relating to the presentation of the proposals.
In all this, however, I would say that after three c in Naples, coffee for the Milanese, and the details on Dublin, it is now the case to find out what coffee represents for the Triestines.
Perhaps the first answer is provided by the website of the Municipality of Trieste which reports: “The Trieste ‘feels’ coffee as ‘home’ “
If you see her: the ex-mother-in-law wants the Polo back this is the writing above the photo, published on the Dutch blog GeenStijl, of the woman we have come to know as Sara LemLem.
This story dramatic at first is becoming bitter for the people involved, to whom all my respect goes.
I know, this is also extreme who cares news, but since the episode of Chi l’ha visto hasn’t aired, we can’t run out of updates, right?
And since it all started from Vigevano … you don’t care, do you ?! Come on, now I’m telling
For those who are not chilavister … briefly: in December the appeal for a woman who disappeared from Vigevano is released.
I know you will say “with the fog you have, where is the news?” 🙂
Joking aside, obviously the companion is very worried, even if, perhaps due to apprehension, his words at first seem strange.
In light of the incessant news about feminicide, also considered that Mr. Corrado said that Sara left after a quarrel, he was asked questions about the nature and above all about the modalities of their quarrel, fearing the worst.
In the following days the searches are extended in every possible way, and the firefighters plumb the Naviglio Sforzesco and other city waterways, without any positive results.
But the diffusion of the photo, published on the website of Chi l’ha visto, bounces almost everywhere, and leads to a Dutch track that reveals a twist unexpected about Sara’s past.
Patrick, from Amstelveen, provides documents, photographs and also the complaint relating to the car of his mother, the ex-mother-in-law who wants the Polo back, which seem to leave no doubts.
The contact takes place through the editorial staff of the Informatore Vigevanese to which then Mr. Corrado tells more details about how he met Sara on a Belgian dating site, and about their trip to Italy.
Sara never wanted him to go to her flat claiming that it was in common with an Egyptian cousin, with whom she also collaborated on a working level. Sara arrived at the meeting with all her luggage in a car that she left in a parking lot in Antwerp, saying that a friend of hers would have taken steps to recover it. Sara told him she had lost all documents.
And I’m not even writing that, while doing research, I found Sara as an author, or more precisely as a Milanese videomaker of Eritrean and Ethiopian origins, but that the link leads to an even different identity: Sarita, because at this point it is not even important.
Thinking of people who disappear, where it does not turn out to be a terrible epilogue, one wonders HOW one can even travel without a trace …
Here, in this case the ex mother-in-law rightly wants the Polo back.
And, as a curious coincidence, in recent days we found ourselves studying Christmas sweets starting from the tale of the legends about Panettone.
I therefore find this new intersection between Naples and Milan even more beautiful because when it comes to generosity there is always something to learn.
Suspended panettone arises from the assumption that unfortunately many people find themselves facing conditions of extreme discomfort, with the aggravating consideration that the situation is constantly and constantly worsening.
Of course, Panettone cannot make any difference, but it can represent a very small gesture, an outstretched hand, a breath of warmth on a day that should be peaceful for EVERYONE.
Therefore, using the Naples system, according to which it is possible to pay for a coffee at the bar leaving the manager the right to offer it to those who are unable to, even in Milan you can buy a Panettone that will remain waiting to be donated.
Furthermore, to each suspended Panettone, the pastry shop will add another in order to double the total number of panettone to give.
To orchestrate this initiative, an ETS was born: “Associazione Panettone Sopeso” which will deliver the panettone to two Milanese structures: the Enzo Jannacci reception home and the Custodi Sociali of the Municipality of Milan.
The patisseries giving this opportunity are recognizable through an exposed logo
and the list, complete with addresses and coordinates, is available on the website where it is also possible to donate online.
It is Christmas and on the Navigli, as in the center of Milan, it is no longer possible to enter the shops: the meager or the hefty salaries allow everyone an ungenerous crowd in search of a happiness that is not there, or that at least cannot be bought. This year I put out the candles: everyone invited me, but that night I won’t do anything different, nothing that I don’t always do, just like when I was a child; at the limit we changed rooms, we went from the room to the dining room to see if Jesus had arrived, and to eat the panettone, which was then called “el pan de Toni” …
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All very nice, but ten years have passed since Europe adopted the Istanbul Convention and in essence the situation is only getting worse.
The number of victims is terrifying, just as following the cases in the daily news leaves us stricken in the face of stories from which, to say the least, hallucinating circumstances emerge.
This is why I find it important to spread the number 1522 to contact the anti-violence line and I liked the idea of some stores to add it to the receipt, bags etc.
In case it is not possible to call, you can start a chat directly from the site.
There are also many local associations that are a valid and efficient aid in the area.
The point where the mechanism jams is another and responds to the sad refrain “the laws are there, the difficult thing is to apply them.”
So I would say that since in recent days it has been amply demonstrated that, when the state really wants, in real time it carries out its intent, it would really be the case not to use two weights and two measures.
As my son’s teacher says “there are sons and stepchildren” or stepdaughters in this case, because we are all the same but some keep being more equal.
According to the annual report published by the National Rice Authority, Lomellina and Pavese are confirmed as the area with the greatest extension of rice paddies.
“The checkered sea” as my cousin used to say when we were children… yes, here we are quite far from the sea and therefore we are content to find beauty with alternative visions.
The checkered sea or rice paddies.
Paddy fields but no laughter.
Or, quoting neorealism, bitter rice since the conditions of livability, or should I say mortality, due to high rate of cancers, certainly do not allow smiles.
I don’t get tired of periodically reiterating the high danger of the poisons we live with, because the damage they cause to the body is terrible.
But as Charlie Chaplin taught us, a day without laughter is a day wasted.
So if the smile is still a little difficult, I would say to start at least with rice.
Or, better still: why not take a longer jump outside the borders of Lomellina?
The caustic misanthrope proposed a tartare with Nero rice which to describe as delicious is few, and then she also told me about red rice! I am a mess so on the first try I got the cooking time wrong but … you learn by making a mistake! Thanks Lu!
These are days of heavy thoughts and perhaps for this reason even more I feel an instinctive call towards traditions, as if I could find a kind of refuge.
After having definitely appreciated the pumpkin pie, I wanted to try to recover the recipes of Lomellina.
But apparently we are more predisposed to the oral tradition without then bothering to transfer in writing …
In fact, it is a feat to find sources other than the same phrase bounced more or less at random without confirmation.
Annalisa Alberici wrote very well about this in the book Cucina del Pavese della Lomellina and Oltrepo
on page 13 there is an important question: Does Pavese cuisine exist?
The answer is long and complex, but in short: I must admit: over the centuries the cuisine of Pavia was never written. Or it was by chance.
Apparently Pavia cuisine is just like the beautiful silence… and as soon as I read this sentence I could not help but smile, thinking back to the memory of the sentence my grandmother used to repeat to me.
In reality, however, I also found another book that talks about Milan with reference to the Visconti‘s period, which therefore it can be considered extended to Vigevano
At the table, the sadness of the day of the dead, with its traditional visits to the cemetery, yields to the traditional dishes that require the biella (pot) with supa coi sisar (chickpea soup) enriched with pork rinds, and pangiald or bread of the dead. Now pangiald can be bought in bakeries or pastry shops, but it was once baked in the home oven.
It is true that my family is contaminated, but we have never eaten chickpeas… so the pangiald remains right.
All Saints’ Day, bread … this phrase comes to mind: The two best and holiest smells are those of warm bread and rain-soaked earth. Ardengo Soffici
Here it rains less and less, but the earth is still wet: by fog.
So, rather than for the kitchen, it is on the scary side that Lomellina has nothing to envy, our atmospheres lend themselves a lot!
In fact, unlike the recipes, there is no shortage of legends.
Al diaval: the devil, for example, would have unleashed all his fury on the church of Santa Maria in Lomello to prevent the second marriage between Queen Teodolinda, a Catholic, and Agilulfo instead of Arian.
About the stria: witch, as you can imagine, there are many stories and it seems there are also direct testimonies … but you know, this part is the “soul” of these stories … forgive the pun.
Among all I would opt for the one that gave the name to The Branch of the Witches which is actually a wonderful branch of the Ticino river
It is said that The Branch of the Witches was named after the misfortune of a woman suffering from strange symptoms who on a full moon night, in order to purify herself in the waters with the help of her friends, finds herself having to face the devil and ends up transformed into a giant seaweed that drags all the other women to the bottom as well.
And the algae, which are the characteristic of that stretch of river, are said to resemble the hair of witches.
In return, I do not limit myself to pangiald: I could not fail to present the classic “treat” as well.
These are the most similar to the oss di mort (Dead’s Bones) version that I remember eating: rather large, oval in shape, and vaguely similar to the panforte.
But if we abounded with chocolate for the Keep Calm variant, would it be serious?
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