On Saturday...
...the first day of the Sagra dei Pomi, we had practically NO SUNSHINE yet, it was HOT & HUMID!!! Three costume changes from Noon to Midnight, when, at that late hour for me, I called it quits watching Mr. You twirl Our Niece on the Piazza Civico. She was dragged there against her will but, it did her good. How can you be a Couch Potato in a white plastic chair on a piazza in a cute village on a Saturday night surrounded by accordian music in Italia... hmmm? I tried because, I can't dance. Bad hip, Thank God!!!
...we managed to eat the Argentinean barbecue, Asado, in a noisy tent with 100+ Codipontesi chowing & slugging down. Last year, the osteria... or, tavern... ran out of the barbecue!!! A Culinary Offense.
...I ate a ga-zillion-trillion apple fritters... THEY WERE MELT IN YOUR MOUTH WONDERFUL!!!... and washed them down with a delightful & sparkling local white wine. I was nearly in Heaven. I can groove to the beat better when fueled with such Food & Drink.
Sunday, was another deal entirely...
...the first day of the Sagra dei Pomi, we had practically NO SUNSHINE yet, it was HOT & HUMID!!! Three costume changes from Noon to Midnight, when, at that late hour for me, I called it quits watching Mr. You twirl Our Niece on the Piazza Civico. She was dragged there against her will but, it did her good. How can you be a Couch Potato in a white plastic chair on a piazza in a cute village on a Saturday night surrounded by accordian music in Italia... hmmm? I tried because, I can't dance. Bad hip, Thank God!!!
...we managed to eat the Argentinean barbecue, Asado, in a noisy tent with 100+ Codipontesi chowing & slugging down. Last year, the osteria... or, tavern... ran out of the barbecue!!! A Culinary Offense.
...I ate a ga-zillion-trillion apple fritters... THEY WERE MELT IN YOUR MOUTH WONDERFUL!!!... and washed them down with a delightful & sparkling local white wine. I was nearly in Heaven. I can groove to the beat better when fueled with such Food & Drink.
Sunday, was another deal entirely...
...just as the suited RAI-Uno weather-man had predicted, torrential rains came with brief periods of calm... very brief periods of calm. After sundown, the volume of water increased ten-fold and, naturally, those breaks between onslaughts vanished. N'er a soul was to be found wandering the village after 6PM.
...crammed within the intermittent pauses from the Thai-like downpours, Mr. You, along with five other especially selected persons, judged the Pie/Cake/whatever Contest, the Float Contest AND the Kids Dance Contest. This last item on the Activity List perfectly demonstrated that to have True Savoir-faire YOU NEED A GAY MAN!!! Occasionally, I'd give a glance over to the stage to see how Mr. You was fairing. He'd give me these desperate looks of... I'd eat a worm to get out from doing this!!! Well, I thought, wait till after the rains abate and you will have a buffet, Caro!!!
...the pie that won went to a non-present baker, one who DOES NOT EVEN LIVE IN CODIPONTE!!! How was that possible... hmmm?
...the Float Contest was won by a group of four Codiponte teenagers, who had corralled THE CUTEST BOY IN THESE PARTS!!!... from La Spezia... another glitch, I suppose to maintain a pure Codipontese aspect to the Sagra... to pitch-hit as Frank Sinatra singing... a crummy choice... New York, New York. They were great.
...and the Kid's Thing went to every single child who had participated. Very satisfactory decision, I think. However, I would have shot the person, who had invented the dread-locks made from strands of colored straw. Imitating a refuse dump ain't cool, not even for a sagra. Gads.
...crammed within the intermittent pauses from the Thai-like downpours, Mr. You, along with five other especially selected persons, judged the Pie/Cake/whatever Contest, the Float Contest AND the Kids Dance Contest. This last item on the Activity List perfectly demonstrated that to have True Savoir-faire YOU NEED A GAY MAN!!! Occasionally, I'd give a glance over to the stage to see how Mr. You was fairing. He'd give me these desperate looks of... I'd eat a worm to get out from doing this!!! Well, I thought, wait till after the rains abate and you will have a buffet, Caro!!!
...the pie that won went to a non-present baker, one who DOES NOT EVEN LIVE IN CODIPONTE!!! How was that possible... hmmm?
...the Float Contest was won by a group of four Codiponte teenagers, who had corralled THE CUTEST BOY IN THESE PARTS!!!... from La Spezia... another glitch, I suppose to maintain a pure Codipontese aspect to the Sagra... to pitch-hit as Frank Sinatra singing... a crummy choice... New York, New York. They were great.
...and the Kid's Thing went to every single child who had participated. Very satisfactory decision, I think. However, I would have shot the person, who had invented the dread-locks made from strands of colored straw. Imitating a refuse dump ain't cool, not even for a sagra. Gads.
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