No, not eaten. Made!
I can tell you that it is delicious. Today I was buying walnuts and Amish butter and fresh eggs to make biscotti.
On Tuesday they make ravioli. Mushroom, Imported cheese, artichoke, and many other varieties
Here is Carol in the Groceria Italiana (established 1958) in Bloomfield neighborhood of Pittsburgh.
She is of Irish German descent but is married to an Italian, she told me. Very hospitable and didn’t mind my questions at all.
There is a lovely photograph of Gloria who has passed but who made fresh pasta for years and years using these same machines.
One machine is 27 years old.
Thanks for letting me photograph the process with my iPhone. I will return with my good camera one of these days.
Another machine rolling the dough into strips.
Preparing the strips for the machine.
Here the pasta strips are being cut.
Carol can make 80 pounds of fresh linguine in a day!
The saws are waiting in the jewelry room- the cameras in the photography classroom. I photographed the box of cameras after Miss E the student teacher lined them up so nicely. They looked so
Another Spring Break post-
Mary and I drove from Durand, Illinois (our mother’s hometown and the town where our parents were married in 1939)
We browsed in Main Street Antiques Mall and Mary bought a couple of handkerchiefs. There were two vintage jukeboxes playing records as we enjoyed looking at all the vintage items.
We had these exact bookends in the house when I was growing up. I think they are at Mark and Erika’s house now
Had just been in San Antonio for a wedding a couple of weeks ago.
Truman was president when I was born!
Then we went into the library.
What a beautiful library! The Talcott Free Library is celebrating 125 years this year.
Inside the library-
A close up of one of the ships in a glass case at the library.
Bring a puzzle, take a puzzle. A jigsaw puzzle library.
Wedding Cake Ice Cream was the recommended flavor at the Dairyhäus, according to a guidebook Mary had read in NYC.
The Dairyhäus was located right next to the library and opened at 3 PM.
I sampled several flavors but decided on the Peter Rabbit which was a carrot cake flavor. Mary had the Toffee Fudge. Ice Cream season had just started. One employee who has worked NINE seasons at the Dairyhäus created the counted cross stitch Care Bears sampler.
Owner Brent Murray shows off an ice cream cake his wife had just put together in the back. Brent really enjoys his work! He said mother had purchased the ice cream store in 1994 and he has been there ever since. He’s enthusiastic about his product and with good reason.
Wanted my student teacher to be reassured that her recommendation was mailed in by the deadline!
View from the Art Show. Murray Avenue.
After we picked Mary up at the train we ate Saigon Soup at Tram’s in Bloomfield
Maura’s old shoe. When I moved it the grass was a lighter green.
Submarine sandwiches are called lots of things – depending on where you live.
A grinder, a hoagie, a sub, a hero, a blimpie- to name a few.
Last Sunday afternoon, I filled up the tank in Clintonville, Ohio before heading to Pittsburgh and saw this sign.
A new name or a typo? Well,no typewriter was involved but a misspelling? or intentional naming of a new type of sandwich.
Shot from inside the car through the windshield. With the iPhone.
My DIL said, why didn’t you go in and ask them. Never occurred to me.
You head to the garage and see your car another shade, coated with road salt, winter splash and grime. Crystals and slosh.
There was salt shortage this year so the secondary roads didn’t always get treated. You’d never know there was a shortage to look at the car.
You try to not rub up against it. On a dry, warm day you make your way to the gas station car wash.
While you’re sitting in the driver’s seat, you watch the car wash water stream, soap, bubble, spray.
You see drops, drips, rivulets, sheets of water in patterns across the windshield.
Capture it with your phone.
You head to the grocery store.
When you come out you can’t find your car because the color of paint is showing again, without the salty haze. Unrecognizable. Clean.
Pittsburgh has some steep streets. I plan to find them and photograph them when winter’s gone.
A friend posted an info-graphic Steepest Streets in America. The top ten. Two are in Pittsburgh.
Dornbush Street and Canton Avenue.
This street headed up to Brownsville Road is a steep one. It is also a one way so I didn’t drive up it.
On the way to school the other morning…
The sidewalk turns into stairs and has a railing the whole way up. It isn’t on the info graphic but you know I’m on a mission to find the two steepest Pittsburgh streets listed and photograph them for the blog.
In the early ’90s we used to drive down a street in Mt. Washington that looked like you were driving off the end of the world. Three kids strapped in seat belts in back. We’d go around again, they’d lose their stomachs and we’d pretend we were on a roller coaster.
The list of the top five steepest streets in Pittsburgh -and one is in the Carrick neighborhood where I was driving.
Excerpt from Frontiernet.net below-
- Canton Avenue is a 37% grade, and is in the Beechview neighborhood. It is the steepest street in Pittsburgh.
- Dornbush Street is a 32% grade, and is in the East Hills neighborhood.
- Boustead Street is a 29% grade, and is in the Beechview neighborhood.
- East Woodford Avenue is a 27% grade, and is in the Carrick neighborhood.
- Rialto Street is a 25% grade, and is in the Troy Hills neighborhood.
I went and looked up the info about Steve McQueen driving in Bullitt and what street that was in San Francisco.
Taylor Street is not in the top ten but here is an interesting post about the making of that famous driving scene.
Although the sun was shining, the thermometer dipped enough to cause schools to be closed today. In fact, they were calling it Arctic Blast. We weren’t in as bad shape as Atlanta, though. What a mess.
A friend picked me up, drove me down the hill to Park Bruges Café where I ordered the Lemon Cheesecake for dessert, serious comfort food. We used to work together but don’t see each other often so it was fun catching up. You can see how the sunlight streamed into the window where we sat.
Forty years ago my sister gave me a set of Farberware Pans. They have seen a LOT of use.
Mary’s coming to visit for the weekend and I was trying to get the dark burned- on grease off the bottom of the pan. I only noticed it as it hung on the rack, thinking about how she keeps her Revere Pans’ copper so shiny as it hangs over her stove in NYC. I solved the problem of not being able to get it all off. Tried some internet remedy with vinegar but it didn’t quite work so this is what I did so the bottom didn’t show. What I should post is a photograph of the bottom so you could be horrified but the idea is to camouflage the undesirable pan bottom.
It was quite dramatic.
iPhone captures today.