Wedding humor for the bride-to-be. Coming across nuptial sheet signs are a guaranteed laugh as they poke fun at either the bride, groom, or both. Italy can’t be the only country that does this but I have yet to see it done elsewhere. Viva gli sposi!
Well someone had a lightbulb moment this year. Chestnuts for sale, a half mile up the road. All we need now are fresh eggs, cheese, porcini and I be a happy camper. Buon weekend!
“There was a guy roasting chestnuts on the street corner, and the smell wafted over, hinting at the coming Winter, but in a good way, in the way that makes you think about Christmas and snow days and fires crackling away in fireplaces.”
― Sarah Dunn, Secrets to Happiness
Imagine having to write THAT on the address line every time you had to fill out a form. The MotH says that he has always known the expression of casa del diavolo as a location way out in the boonies, but being way the hell out there or not, it still begs the question: how did this small town end up with such a godforsaken name? We chatted with a woman behind the counter at Bar Devil (I’m not kidding) and she offered a few explanations, one of them being that in the past there existed a house of ill repute where losers and lowlifes hung out. Maybe for this is where we get the idiom the devil makes work for idle hands.
We’re not big on celebrating Halloween but if the pumpkin price is right, there’ll always be a Jack-o’-lantern and the Dynamic Duo get costumes. This year I went frugal and repurposed pizza boxes from last week’s dinner. Not surprisingly, they didn’t mind too much that what got stuck onto their heads smelled like prosciutto and mozzarella.