Monday, April 27, 2015

Untitled



When our little guy was in the first grade, he came home with the art project below. We were all very impressed, but our favorite thing was the title: Sheep.


Not Frolicking Sheep, or Sheep in a Meadow, or even Happy Sheep.


No, just Sheep.



Fast forward to today and things haven't changed very much. Today our little guy brought home two of his most recent art projects and evidently his artistic abilities stop dead when it comes to creating titles for his art.

Art project #1: Dolphin


Not Dolphin in the Deep, or Dolphin Swimming in Ocean. Just Dolphin.



"It took me a really long time to get all the watercolors just right," he explains. "Then I ran out of time and couldn't think of a title."


Okay, then.



Art Project #2: Owl


"I don't like working with clay," he informs me. "Nothing ever turns out right. I made an owl that looked like a real owl, but when it came out of the clay oven it looked all wonky."


Did he just say wonky?



And I'll leave it at that. We'll see what happens in art next year ...





Wednesday, April 22, 2015

The Tent



This time last year I was one of the featured speakers of the Sacred Heart Garden Festival, and in the days leading up to the event I was nervous. While I had spoken to women's groups and Bible study groups on numerous occasions, this time I would not only be speaking in a larger venue, but I would also be addressing an unknown audience; specifically, an audience of  gardeners when I was not (by any stretch of the imagination) a gardener.


To add to the nervousness, I wasn't even sure how many people would attend my talk. If anyone at all.


But I had a topic for which I was passionate (The Peasant Kitchen and Slow Food: The Italian Approach to Food, Dining, and Healthy Living) and after several months of preparation, I was ready to take everyone on a journey from Nonna kitchen, to Rome's Spanish Steps, and finally to a garden party ... Italian style.


Ultimately that day turned out be a fun journey on so many levels. To be sure, it was a LOT of work. I used many props and visual aids (including a farm table), all of which had to be lugged down to the festival. And next time I speak in a large tent I am going to insist on air conditioning because between talking for almost an hour, assembling three different tablescapes, and channeling all my Italian passion and animation -- it got a little warm hot. But it was all good.


And best of all?


People came. The tent was full.




**Below is a synopsis on my presentation ...




"Open my heart and you will see, Graved inside of it, Italy."
Robert Browning, British poet

Andiamo a fare una passeggiata, my Nonna would often say to me, Let's go for a walk. Those walks are the reason why Verona -- and indeed, all the boot that is Italy -- holds a special place in my heart. I've visited the big cities (Rome, Venice, Florence, Naples), driven along the winding roads of the Amalfi Coast, hiked through the Dolomites, and sailed to Capri. I've watched the sun rise and set behind a row of Cypress tress and heard the rain spattering on ancient cobblestone streets.

This past Saturday, I spoke at the Sacred Heart Garden Festival and invited my listeners to accompany me on a different passeggiata as we explored the mystique that is Italy and delved into the reasons why so many non-Italians have fallen in love with the country.

Ultimately, Italians have been shaped by land, climate, history, food ... and when you throw in the quintessential Italian attitude and passion ... there isn't a single (or simple!) reason that can adequately explain why people are so drawn to the country. Like the people themselves, it's complicated; however, just as all ancient roads led back to Rome, part of the answer of discovering Italy's charm somehow seems to always circle back to food.

Italian food and Italian people are inseparable, and their love affair with food spills over into lifestyle. Robin Leach once said, "In Italy, they add work and life on to food and wine," and there is an element of truth to his words. The food makes the people and the people make the food, and this marriage translates into all areas of life: how they entertain, socialize, do business, and celebrate life.

To begin our passeggiata, I quoted the opening lines of Carlo Collodi's book, Pinocchio: "Once upon a time there was ... 'A king!' my young readers will instantly exclaim. But no, children, that's where you're wrong. Once upon a time there was a piece of wood."

Once upon a time there was a piece of wood. Not a wood carver named Geppetto, not a puppet named Pinocchio, but a block of wood. Ultimately, the author is reminding his readers to go back to the origins of the story, to the essence of what is. The block of wood represents the roots of our humanity.

And so our passeggiata began at the hearth of the Peasant Kitchen, where most of the foods we know and love today found their origins. From there we moved forward in history to 1986 with the grand opening of the first McDonald's restaurant in Italy ... an event that threatened not only Italian food, but contemporary Italian lifestyle and culture. As a result, the Slow Food Movement was founded as a way to preserve a way of life which revolves around producing and eating great food in a relaxed, sociable way.


Our passeggiata ended with an invitation to a garden party in which I demonstrated how to incorporate concepts from the Peasant Kitchen and the Slow Food Movement into our lives here, in Augusta, Georgia. Some of those concepts included simplicity (simple does not mean easy!), the magic of dining al fresco, the importance of embracing the seasons, a reminder to slow down, and how the company around the dinner table is an ingredient in and of itself.

Of course, this is just a synopsis of my presentation. I actually spoke for almost 50 minutes, during which I told stories, passed out recipes, and used a beautiful farm table to create several tablescapes that corresponded to various stopping points along our passeggiata.

It was a beautiful and fun way to spend a Saturday, and the Sacred Heart Garden Festival is one of the most beautiful events our city has to offer. I want to thank  Mary Louise for taking a chance and inviting a pretend gardener (me) to come speak; all the wonderful organizers at the festival for making me feel welcome; my friends who, despite a ridiculously busy Saturday (can we say prom?), came to listen to my presentation; and finally to Joe, Jonathan and Timothy who lugged that farm table from antique store, all the way home, to the festival, and back again.