Haven’t done a food post for a while. Lots of cakes recently. This is carrot cake, which I can give the recipe for if you like. It is now a family favourite. Provided it is warm. Phillipa has made three of these recently.
This is Anna’s idea of something to take to a bring a plate party.
And finally, something from Mark. Bacon and Egg sandwich plus olives.
Some one asked me why I didn’t sign my name on these posts. That’s because this is my blog, and it’s always me who writes. Except the comments, that can be anyone. Any day now someone may discover this blog and start spamming it with ads for things we don’t want, but we are safe until then.
And Dave, yes it is me.
And another question, why another blog? I did this mainly for my Mother who is travelling somewhere in Europe and while she has e-mail, it’s not easily accessed via the net, and this way she can check in and see how we are going . . etc. And there are a few other miscellaneous friends also checking in. But after Italy is over, this will revert to more mundane life in Christchurch. I actually like blogging.
I was interested to see a book on Blogging in Italian.
I guess everyone should have their “How to start a blog” post. I will do this sometime. There are lots of blogs on cats, food (cheese sandwiches in particular) and on blogging itself. Just to keep with this trend, here are some snaps of some recent Italian snacks we have had.
This is some coffee, as good as Mark makes.
And the icecream at Macdonalds. Not as good as Macdonald’s in NZ.
And the pizza I hope Mark can learn to make . .
Sometimes the same the world over . . .
I could find a better shot probably, but a lot of cafes are outside.
Looks good. But it is more like shortbread than pastry. Not as good at Wairakei Rd French bakery & Tierry . . .
Lousy sweet breakfasts . . everywhere we go.
Just so you know . . . the first Makkers in Rome. 1986.
Murphy’s . . .
Convent Food. Superb. As good as a meal in a café.
Hotel food. Pasta and peas. This girl (who shall remain namesless) picked out every pea from her pile of pasta . . .
More later. I have discoverd a whole new line of desserts which everybody knew about except me. Coffee soaked sponge with rum covered in cheese sauce. Myra actually makes it. I am often suprised at the odd things the girls know – topiary, the price of memory sticks, Italian desserts and the significance of tuscanny dinners (I suspect we can thank Jamie Oliver for that). Italian gelato is very good, and I reckon there is a market niche back home. Not just one place on the Auckland waterfront.