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  • ODE TO A LONELY BLOG.



    It’s been brought to my attention, by various people on various continents, that I have not updated my blog during the past week. While I certainly appreciate such diligent monitoring and reporting of my creative shortfalls, I can assure you all that I am well aware of them.

    The truth is…I haven’t had any worthwhile ideas this week. Perhaps it’s because the ol’ biorhythms have been on a low ebb recently. We are, after all, in the midst of a change of seasons. Perhaps it’s because I’ve been editing a book on the side, and that project has devoured much of my creative energy lately. Or maybe it’s because my previous Prawnography post was so bloody brilliant that I felt it earned me a week off.

    Whatever the reason for my neglect, I resolved that I would not go to bed tonight until I’ve posted something – ANYTHING – on this…my wilting, decaying Virtual Tapas Bar. So I decided to do what other artists do when their reserve tank of creativity runs dry: Revert to cheesy poetry.

    ODE TO A LONELY BLOG.



    Oh lonely blog

    Shoo’d away like a dog

    In the fog

    By its cruel master Sal.

    No new posts in a week

    Is like a slap on the cheek

    Fresh ideas proved

    Too hard to corral.

    If only the master

    Would publish posts faster

    Then all parts of Spain

    Would rejoice.

    Therefore one point is clear

    As we cry in our beer

    Sal surely ain’t

    Blogville’s James Joyce.

    Not this week, at least.

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  • PRAWNOGRAPHY.



    I was browsing through a Japanese grocery store in Madrid yesterday, when I noticed these rather provocative boxes of fried snacks. Needless to say, I stopped dead in my tracks.

    Just look at those shrimp! Frisky little buggers, aren’t they?! By the way, that pun was intended.

    Either Japanese brand managers are incredibly naïve, or they’re masters of not-so-subliminal advertising. I can just imagine the marketing slogan:

    “Shrimp Chips: As Effective As Viagra®…and They Go Great With Beer, Too!”

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  • TUTTI PER LA FAMIGLIA.



    Sure, my ancestors emigrated from Italy’s Trulli Region nearly 100 years ago. But that doesn’t mean that I’m without family there.

    During our trip last month, we were thrilled to meet – for the first time – my cousin Leonardo and his family. Our family reunion is memorialized in the photo above.

    The circumstances surrounding the reunion were fortuitous. During our first trip to the region in 2001, we were chatting with our then-new friend Domenico (he of Happy Pizza Point) at his bar. I mentioned that my maternal ancestors were from the area, and sketched my family tree on a bar napkin. Domenico asked if he could keep it.

    Domenico noticed that my mother shares the same surname with Leonardo, and brought it to his attention. Leonardo did some research and discovered that his great grandfather was the brother of my great-great grandfather. We exchanged several e-mails over the years until – finally – we made a return visit to the region last month.

    It just goes to show you…there are few things in life as useful as a good bartender.

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  • THE WORD OF THE DAY IS…“CHAPUZA.”



    The word “chapuza” in Spanish means a person (often a craftsman) who does things in a shoddy or incompetent manner. But why should I tell you what a chapuza is, when I can SHOW you.

    Just look at the picture above. That, my friends, is a textbook chapuza.

    Now, we could surely spend hours discussing why this person chose to use press-on numbers of a different color, shape, font and finish to alter his ceramic-tile address plaque…and whether he truly believes that it’s attractive. But I think the more interesting question is not how he altered it, but why?

    Did the city hall knock on his door and say, “Ooops…we made a mistake on your deed. Your address is really 19B, not 28B.”

    Or did he see this plaque in a store and think to himself, “Well…the number is wrong, but it’s on sale for 50% off. How could I possibly pass up such a bargain?!”

    Sigh! Between this guy and our local alien astronaut-seducer, I’m starting to have concerns about neighborhood resale values. I don’t know whether to protest, or to start being more relaxed about keeping my lawn mowed.

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  • AGENTS SCULLY AND MULDER, I THINK YOU SHOULD SEE THIS.



    If an alien spacecraft should land in my neighborhood, I’ll know who to blame: The guy in the house pictured above!

    Just look at those antennae! What is he doing with them?

    Watching “Good Morning Sri Lanka” on TV?

    Making telephone calls to his mother…beyond the grave?

    Enticing whales off the coast of Chile to beach themselves?

    I’d love to ask him, but I’m afraid. His house is surrounded by an iron security fence, wired with surveillance cameras and alarm systems, and guarded by very buff Rottweiller. Plus, he has a plaque bolted next to his mailbox that says, “The Godfather.” If you think I’m kidding, then buy a plane ticket and come see for yourself.

    In the meantime, I’ll just keep hoping that he’ll decide to move to Lichtenstein soon…and sell his house to a nice Amish family.

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  • BABEWATCH ITALIANA.


    Have you ever watched an Italian TV variety show? Having spent last week in Italy, I can assure you that I have. And boy, are they are kitschy!


    As if their Ed Sullivan-like format and abundance of B-list lounge crooners were not cheesy enough, they take every possible opportunity to jiggle a bikini-clad babe in front of the camera.

    Does the host need a microphone? A bikini-clad babe will bring it to him.

    Does special guest “Luigi and his dancing Pomeranians” need to be escorted on or off the stage? A bikini-clad babe will show them the way.

    And who do you think introduces the bikini-clad babe to the audience? You guessed it…another bikini-clad babe.

    I therefore should not have been surprised to stumble across this bar (pictured above) near the beach in Torre Canne (Bari). How do they entice passersby to come in for a beer and burger? With a bikini-clad babe. Made of plywood, no less!

    It just confirms that classic proverb from Dr. Seuss:

    From there to here

    From here to there

    Funny things are everywhere.

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  • MAMMA MIA! THAT’S A SPICY MEATBALL!



    For the future reference of any Italo-phile readers (and also to extract every last morsel of blog meat from my recent vacation), I list below the more memorable places where we ate during our week in Italy’s trulli region.

    La Taverna del Duca

    Address: Via Papatotero, 3 — Locorotondo

    Tel: 080/4313007

    Good Stuff: Antipasti too numerous to remember; pureed fava beans with chichory; orrechiette with tomato sauce; arrosto misto (assortment of sausage, beef brachiole, lamb and liver cooked in a wood burning oven). Our favorite place.

    Pizzeria L’Archetto

    Address: Via Cavour, 19 – Locorotondo

    Tel: 338-8-964-361

    Good Stuff: Long list of Naples-style pizza cooked in a wood burning oven; fan-friggin’-tastic antipasti!!!; and most importantly, donkey meat brachiole in tomato sauce. Yes, I said DONKEY meat. I ate it, and I must confess…it was a good piece of ass.

    Ristorante da Renzina

    Address: Piazza Roma, 6 – Fasano

    Tel: 080/4829075

    Good Stuff: Linguini con frutti di mare.

    Trullo del Conte

    Address: Via Cadore, 1 – Alberobello

    Tel: 080/4322124

    Good Stuff: Orrechiette with tomato sauce; damn…I can’t remember what else we ate, but everything was good.

    La Braceria

    Address: Via Cesare Battisti, 28 – Locorotondo

    Tel: 080/4317282

    Good Stuff: Various meats cooked in a wood burning oven. To the dismay of our two year old, they don’t serve pasta.

    Ristorante da Santudo

    Address: Via San Marco (approximately 3.5 kilometers from the Via Santa Elia intersection) – near Locorotondo.

    Tel: 080-438-3110

    Good Stuff: Another great place for antipasti.

    Happy Pizza Point

    Address: Piazza Navigatori, 4 – Cisterinino.

    Tel: 080/4449440

    Good Stuff: Yes, I realize that the name is – shall I say – not what you’d expect from Italy. But this place is owned by our cuddly friend Domenico (pictured above), and the pizzas are very good. Plus, Domenico makes a mean Negroni! What?! You’ve never tasted a Negroni?!!! You must try one…and soon! I include the recipe below.

    You might have noticed that the above list is rather heavy on the antipasti. There’s a good reason. Antipasti were the highlight of almost every meal we had.

    Antipasti in Italy – this part of Italy, at least – is not a bowl of salad intermingled with chunks of veggie/cheese/pork, as you might find in so-called “Italian” restaurants in the US. No sir, antipasti in Italy is a table-cluttering orgy of goodies. Think of it as an Italian version of tapas. An endless, relentless, gut-busting flow of tapas. Plate after plate after plate of them.

    For example, the antipasti at Pizzeria L’Archetto included plates of buffalo mozzarella, milky cheese curds, breaded mussels on the half shell, pureed mussels and garlic on the half shell, brachiole (beef, not donkey) in tomato sauce, zucchini, croquettes, slices of cured ham, and a couple other things that I can’t recall.

    And after the antipasti, you’re supposed to eat a pasta course and a meat/fish course. I beg your pardon?

    Anyway, enough about food. Let me tell you how to make a Negroni.

    Negroni

    ¾ ounce Campari

    ¾ ounce Sweet (red) Vermouth

    ¾ ounce Gin

    Slice of orange

    Pour Campari, vermouth and gin into an ice-filled Old Fashion glass. Stir and add orange slice. Have a damn good night!

    Ciao, amici.
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  • YOURS TRULLI…


    We’ve just returned – well rested and well fed – from a week’s vacation in Italy’s Trulli region.

    What’s a “trulli?”

    Well…if you want to know, then ask an Italian. A real Italian; not one of those crotch-scratching James Gandolfini-types that are found strutting about the US. Say the word “trulli” to a real Italian, and he will surely point his index fingers to the sky, touch the tips together so as to form an upside-down “V” and shout, “Ah! Alberobello!”

    Still perplexed? Then let me clarify.

    A trulli (or trullo, in its singular form) is a limestone dwelling constructed using an ancient building technique – still in use today – that was brought to Italy’s Puglia region by prehistoric tribes from the Middle East. The most prominent feature of a trullo is its cone-shaped roof. Trulli roofs are built by laying limestone blocks (found in abundance in this region) in concentric circles of diminishing diameters. The circles are stacked one on top of another until a vertical cone is formed. When the last circle of blocks has been laid, the aperture is plugged with a cylindrical stone that acts as a keystone by forcing downward pressure on the layers below and locking them into place. The cone is then “weather-proofed” by surrounding it with thin sheets of limestone stacked horizontally in fish scale fashion. Finally, the cone is capped with a pinnacle, looking very much like a huge, white chess pawn. In some cases, the owner will personalize his trullo by painting a whitewashed symbol, usually of Christian, pagan or zodiac significance, onto its side.

    The trulli region is roughly bounded by the Pugliese towns of Martina-Franca, Locorotondo, Cisternino, Castellana and Alberobello; located midway between the more well-known cities of Bari and Brindisi in Italy’s heel, and an olive’s throw from the Adriatic Sea. This region is a popular destination for Italians, Japanese and German tourists, but remains largely unvisited by Americans. There are countless trulli scattered throughout this region. But the holy grail for trulli-philes is the town of Alberobello.

    Alberobello is small town that is home to approximately 11,000 inhabitants and 1,400 trulli. It is also the town from which my great grandparents emigrated. Gazing upon Alberobello, with its dense and seemingly endless concentration of trulli, evokes images of a vast range of snow-capped mountain peaks. It is a bizarre and beautiful sight. The historical reasons why Alberobello sports such an amazing number and density of trulli are as surreal as its appearance.

    The origins of Alberobello date back to the 15th century, when it was under the feudal domination of the Acquaviva family. The most significant period in Alberobello’s history, however, occurred while under the control of Count Gian Girolamo II Acquaviva (affectionately known as “Il Guercio”, or “man with a squint”). Il Guercio oversaw the influx of a great number of settlers and farmers to Alberobello. To his dismay, however, a law called the “Prammatica de Baronibus” was in force throughout the land.

    This law required that a tax be paid to the royal court for each dwelling built in an urban area. Il Guercio, less than delighted with the prospect sharing his wealth with anyone (let alone the royal family), reacted by forbidding the use of mortar in the construction of homes and buildings in Alberobello. In the event of an impending royal inspection, he reasoned, all homes and buildings could be quickly disassembled so as to avoid imposition of the pesky tax.

    The people of Alberobello, therefore, logically and overwhelmingly chose the trulli as the preferred method for building dwellings cheaply, easily and in compliance with Il Guercio’s orders. Over time, however, the people of Alberobello became fed up with such a ridiculous way of living and reputedly sought an audience with King Ferdinando IV of Bourbons. The King was sympathetic to their pleas and, on May 27, 1797, decreed that the town of Alberobello be freed from the Acquaviva family’s control. From that point on, Alberobello was free to construct its trulli with mortar.

    Today, Alberobello sports two main trulli districts, both of which have been designated national monuments and UNESCO World Heritage sights. The larger district, named “Rione Monti,” is located on the southwest corner of town and has approximately 1,000 trulli. The smaller district, named “Rione Aia Piccola,” is located in the southeast corner of town and has approximately 400 trulli. Rione Aia Piccola is clearly the less touristy of the two districts, with most of its trulli still being used for residential purposes.

    Alberobello may be the star of the trulli region, but there are plenty of other nearby towns that are well-worth exploring. A cursory list includes the following:

    – Locorotondo: Located approximately five miles east of Alberobello, Locorotondo’s hilltop location offers a panoramic view of the Valle d’Itria. Historic sites within town include the Chiesa Madre (“Mother Church”) towering above Piazza Frá Rodio, and the Church of the Madonna della Greca, built in 1481 and located on Via Cavour. Locorotondo produces excellent white wines and hosts the Festival of the First Wine on the second Sunday of each November.

    – Castellana Grotte: Located approximately nine miles northwest of Alberobello, Castellana Grotte is home to some of the world’s most celebrated and beautiful underground caves. The “grotte di Castellana,” discovered in 1938, offers both a fifty minute tour and a two-hour tour. The latter includes the site’s most famous attraction, the “grotta bianca” (“white cave”). No matter which tour you choose, heed this warning: Bring a jacket! For more information, consult www.grottedicastellana.it.

    – Martina-Franca: Located approximately nine miles southeast of Alberobello, Martina-Franca is well-known for its baroque wrought iron balconies and elegant doorways. Stroll down Via Cavour, the main street of Martina-Franca’s old town, for a sampling. Visit the Basilica di San Martino (on Piazza Plebiscito), with its imposing carved façade and Palazzo Ducale (on Piazza Roma), a 17th century palace that now serves as the town hall. Martina-Franca hosts the Festival della Valle d’Itria at the end of each July.

    – Cisternino: Located approximately eleven miles east Alberobello, Cisternino may not have any famous attractions but is, quite simply, a pleasant and well-kept little Italian village. A nice place to observe a slice of small-town Italian life while reflecting with a smirk on the hordes of people standing in line under Rome’s blazing sun to enter the Coliseum.

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  • PANORAMIC VIEW OF ALBEROBELLO, ITALY.

    The trulli of Alberobello, in Italy’s Puglia region. For an in-depth analysis, see the above post. Posted by Hello

  • MILK DUD REVOLUTIONARY BRIGADE: IN LIVING COLOR.

    In my June 13, 2004 post, I wrote extensively about the Milk Dud Revolutionary Brigade. The MDRB is a flock of fluffy critters that, on a daily basis, turns the streets of Cabanillas del Campo into a giant chocolate chip cookie; albeit one that you wouldn’t want to eat.

    As I made my daily sojourn to Bar Alcázar this morning, the clanging of a cow bell caught my attention. Then I heard the tell-tale “baa baa baa.” The MDRB was passing on a parallel street…and THIS time, I had my digi camera in tow.

    I darted across a vacant lot, planted myself in the middle of the moving flock and – before the puzzled gaze of one of the shepherds – captured this photo. I then moved on to Bar Alcázar, where I had a café con leche and – you guessed it – a chocolate chip cookie.

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