Auguri Buona Pasqua ( Happy Easter Greetings)

I am supposed to be busy kneading dough at the moment but have slipped the leash to write this post though it may be brief if I am missed.

The ragu is bubbling in its saucepan the lamb has been browned in the frying pan and is about to go in the oven and the red wine is in the fridge getting chilled.  I always chill red wine unless it is some really expensive vintage wine  which I never buy so that is a mute point really. I worked in Porto Portugal for 4 years in the early 80’s and knew all the port growers very well. I was amazed that they always chilled their port unless it was at least 30 years old and a very special vintage. If you have not tried port chilled in the fridge do. It is is very moorish and slips down beautifully. The same is true for red wine I find. I will share a couple of recipes tomorrow with you in case you want to try them sometime.

I was chatting  last night about  about the worst Easter movies of all time and that led on to the most bizarrely cast actors in the said movies which opened up an hornets nest of course.   At the end it was decided that this scene from The Greatest Story Ever Told with John Wayne no less cast as the Centurion at the cross hits every target :

John Wayne playing John Wayne The only cowboy to attend the crucifixion.

I walk every day for 5 miles or so around a circular route of back roads near my house. I will spend more time talking about what I see, who I meet etc at a later time but this little snippet somehow exemplifies the ” all men are equal but some are more equal than others ”

First some background. We don’t have dustmen ( garbage collectors) that come down driveways here in Puglia. Nor yet in our area do we have thousands of different coloured boxes to place trash in that eventually finds its way to the same waste tip. Instead we take the rubbish up in a wheelbarrow and tip it into a bidone or skip. Then three times a week they come and empty the bidone and in summer they do this 4 times a week. This is part of the service for our community tax, council tax or rates for which we pay €120 a year.

Now most bidone are just dropped haphazardly around the countryside like this



and we humble mortals wheel our barrows to the nearest one  and do our stuff. However if you are on the council and indeed a leading light on the council you certainly can’t have an unsightly bidone just dumped on the wayside. You need some thing esthetically pleasant outside your house don’t you ? and this is what you get

Bidone Speciale

The council come and lay concrete for the base then build nice walls to accommodate the bidone ( oh and you get two just in case you have a party) and then an artist comes and paints them with green messages about the ecology.

You also get street lighting, two postal deliveries a day and mains water  tossed in .

“Nice work if you can get it and if you get it tell me how” is the key line !

Well it’s pasta making time.




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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One Response to Auguri Buona Pasqua ( Happy Easter Greetings)

  1. David says:

    Hi,only recently learnt of your posts,enjoying them,thank you.

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