#1. Me. In case you were in a hurry to make the Chocolate Pound Cake that I posted yesterday - there were a two typo's in the recipe!!! So sorry! Hey, I do the best I can with what I've got to work with! The recipe is NOW CORRECT!!!
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#2. The Mister. I've told you how we take an imaginary trip every year to Italy...because we plan a REAL trip only to have it become imaginary when something happens or someone gets sick or we're busy swirling down the drain...well the other night we got out our dozens of guide books and started to make lists of where we wanted to go...Rome, Florence, Milan, Pisa, Portafino, Venice...and we plan where we'll fly into and where we'll fly out of - into Rome - out of Ireland...yes, not very convenient but the mister loves to do 20 cities in 10 days so he thought once we were done with Italy we'd go to Nice, Barcelona, Madrid, Lisbon, Paris, Normandy, Calais, Dover, London, Edinburgh, Glasgow, Belfast, Dublin...and if you're counting that's only 18 cities because he will count flying over the polar ice cap as one and changing planes in Amsterdam as another...what can I say? He's a freak of nature. But get this...after spending TWO HOURS Thursday night planning our trip and then talking about it again Friday morning...he tells me last night:
"I have NO desire or interest in Italy...I couldn't care less if we go there or not!"
What kind of person says something like that after talking about going there for 25 years?!? What kind of person says something like that to his wife who he knows would give her sister's first born, sorry Gabby, to see Italy?!? What kind of person says something like that when Italy is where his wife's ancestors are from and the only place she dreams of going?!?
I'll tell you what kind...the kind that WILL NEVER GO TO ITALY WITH ME! That's right...he's OFF my list! I shall go to Italy with friends or, better yet, with my NEW husband! Yeah, my new ITALIAN HUSBAND!
The mister's name will no longer be mentioned in conjunction with Italy. In this context he is dead to me Freddo.
Arrivederci uomo morto (good-bye dead man)...Ciao! Saluto! Addio!
