Sunday Ritual

-4C this morning at 7 a.m. so a little parky to say the least but there are things to do. One of the delights of living down here is the profusion of small bakeries almost one on every street corner and the fresh bread they sell. That is everyday except Sunday . None of the town bakeries bake on a Sunday morning however we have one nearby that still does and one of my Sunday morning rituals is to head off there to buy bread and 200 grams of polpette di formaggio ( basically balls of a mixture of cheese, egg, garlic and parsley deep fried in olive oil) The Italians tend to like them in a tomato sauce but I prefer them crispy with a gin and tonic before sunday lunch. The enterprising owner has grown his business over the years to a mini supermarket and last year added a bar to the side now run by his son Vito. So one can buy snacks and then sit in the bar or outside in the summer. I have

.Caffe

 

a cappuccino there after the rigors of shopping. Vito is quite creative with his coffees !

A week ago one of the regulars there gave me a hand with a problem I had  at the house and I had left a large beer behind the counter for him. I tend to alway forget that Italians are confused by such gestures. You need a hand, they are a friend , they do it very willingly and expect nothing in return. It is how they live. So over he came with a spare glass and the large bottle of beer. Now 10.50 is a little early even for me and so I said in my broken Italian that I never drank alcohol before 5 p.m. ( a white lie I know but it was the first hour that came into my head ) . Franco nodded sagely I too have a rule like that. Yes I said ? Yes he said. Mine is no drink before 7.30 ……..a.m. Now this is a guy that works with a chain saw all day. But he still has both hands, both arms and both legs so it clearly isn’t a problem.

So now a little Italian music for you to celebrate a cup of coffee. This guy was one of the great Neapolitan singers and died 10 years ago almost to the day

Enjoy your Sunday I am about to start eating a few polpette and the ice is just going in the glass. Cin Cin as they say down here ( don’t forget c before e or i is pronounced ch otherwise the toast takes on a whole new meaning if you say it out loud to an English speaker).

 

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About hereinpuglia

Retired to Puglia after some 40 years in the travel industry working for P&O Lines, British Airways, Alamo rent-a-car,Abercrombie&Kent, owner of Quest Tours and Travel and finally with Thomas Cook North America. Married to Geraldine we now have a small house with too much land near the town of Martina Franca in Puglia. Two kids one married and living in Hong Kong and the other single and living in London. No dogs, no cats no animals.
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