Showing posts with label Adriatic Sea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Adriatic Sea. Show all posts

Sunday, July 24, 2011

After the Rain


Yesterday it rained and rained all day. It was actually a nice chance to cool down. 
A break from days on end of suffocating heat and blazing sun.


In the late afternoon the sun suddenly came out.


The perfect time to go for a swim in the sea. 
At sunset, after a rainy day . . .  you are guaranteed to have the beach all to yourself.


A moment for true connoisseurs.


And connoisseurs in training . . .


Thursday, July 21, 2011

Men at Play, 2

Day Two of my husband and younger son's road trip started bright and early, after a violently windy night during which they didn't get much sleep for fear that the tent was going to blow away - with them in it!

Is it safe to come out now?
But things started looking a lot brighter after their morning consitutional . . . and a big cappucino and cream-filled cornetto at the bar. Italian campgrounds are fully equipped set-ups with coffee bars, mini-markets, deluxe (ha!) exercise centers like the one below, restaurants, you name it.

One, two, one, two . . .

On to the serious business of the day . . . beach time! 
Getting up early has its benefits, you get the whole beach to yourself.

These stones are mine, all mine!
This beach is called Baia delle Zagare, or Orange Blossom Bay. What looks like sand is actually millions of small, smooth pebbles that lie from the sea's crystal clear waters all the way up to the sheer white cliffs that border the beach.


This paradise is located at Vignanotica, on the Gargano peninsula.


G. spent all his time face down in the water, snorkling around for hours on end. He tells me he was looking at the pebbles, but when I asked him if he saw any fish he replied indifferently, "oh yeah, there were tons of fish." Fish - how dull. Rocks - thrilling! I've obviously got my priorities all wrong . . .


All in all, two idyllic days that won't soon be forgotten.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Men at Play

My husband and younger son just got back from a two-day father and son adventure. They took off yesterday morning on the motorcycle for a trip to the Gargano peninsula - the spur on the heel of the Italian boot.

Ready to roll!
First stop was in the small town of Zaponeta for "the best focaccia in the world," according to G.

Yum!
Then a detour to the waterpark . . . G forgot his bathing suit at home. Good thing they're both guys and somebody brought an extra suit!


A stopover at Caseificio dei Pini, where they make mozzarella from buffalo milk, is an absolute must.

A man and his motorcycle
 Then finally, arrival at destination and a well-deserved dip in the sea.


See you back here tomorrow for photos of the gorgeous beach scenery and the rather less than gorgeous campsite.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Beach Banquet


Sunday in the summertime means meeting up with friends at the local beach club for a day of sun, sea . . . and food. Well, this is Italy, right? Food is always at the center of any gathering, get used to it!


This particular group of friends has a weekly tradition of enjoying raw mussels accompanied by a few bottles of prosecco. In the photo above you can see the guys opening the mussels, while the women stand by ready to dive in, squeeze on a few drops of fresh lemon juice and devour.


That's just the appetizer, however. The real meal is yet to come. Everyone brings something they have cooked  at home to share and you had better be quick if you see something you like, it won't last long!


Unfortunately for gluten and lactose intolerant me, I have to pass on most of these yummy delights. I did enjoy some delicious baked onions and some truly divine grilled eggplant. Mouthwatering!


And, of course, there was the prosecco!

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Lunch at the Beach

What says summer better than a long day at the beach? My kids love it when our usual mornings at the beach extend through and beyond lunchtime.


Even better if Papà and your best friend are there.


Nothing fancy, just a bit of focaccia.


Some salami, tomatoes from the backyard garden.


Some cozze (raw mussels) on ice with lemon.


Good food, good company.


Life's simple pleasures...

Monday, July 26, 2010

A Windy Sunday on the Adriatic Sea

Sunday is the big beach day around here. For many families it's the one day they can spend all together, so they organise a picnic lunch and go for the whole day.

But a very windy day at the seaside is not always as relaxing as you would like. We were all dressed but still undecided whether we should go or not...
A key consideration for me is my hair. Nothing gets me more nervous than my hair whipping about and sticking in my eyes every 30 seconds.
So up it goes, rolled into what they call a "banana" style and held tight with a butterfly hair clip.
Look at those waves. This is very unusual for the Adriatic, there is usually no wave action, just a vast expanse of blue-green water. So unusual that I wasn't the only one taking pictures...
Do you wear jewelry when you go to the beach?
No?
You must not be from my corner of Italy!
All the women here do!
This "Maestrale" wind is a strong wind that blows in from the North-West.
It made it chilly in the shade, but hot in the sun. It's always hot in the sun here in the summer! Some people are hot, others feel cold.
Did you notice the little blue glass pieces these men are using to keep their cards from blowing away?

My beach Crocs. I have a shoe fetish, be patient with me...

No comment.

"When I grow up I'm gonna be a lifeguard!"


Friday, July 9, 2010

Octopus' Garden

Years ago if you had told me that I would be cooking and eating octopus, I'm sure I would have laughed in your face. Ha! Who me? I have always been a squeamish eater. Not limited in my choices (ok, as a child I was limited, I have to admit it), but not particularly adventurous either. I like fish and even shellfish, but I draw the line at mollusks and things that are still alive. Trust me, I have lived in both Japan and Italy where people eat things that are still alive...

Octopus is something that I imagined I wouldn't like, but instead I have discovered is quite delish. And living here on the Adriatic coast means access to freshly caught octopus all summer long.

Imagine a relaxing day at the beach. You've got your suntan lotion, your magazines to read while kicking back on your beach chair, your goggles for taking a swim when it gets too hot...what more do you need? Well, if you are a normal, red-blooded man from our town, you also need an old wire hanger and a bit of raw meat. To catch octopus with, of course!

This video shows step one of the octopus tenderizing process. It is not recommended viewing for the tender-hearted animal rights crowd, but it is what you have to do to render the octopus edible. If you prefer a version without live action, take a look at this series of photos on my other blog Molfetta Daily Photo entitled The Death of an Octopus or Lunch is Served.




After the poor creature has been beaten to death and had its head turned inside out (ugh again!), it looks more or less like this fellow in the photo below:

At this point, many locals start cutting off bits (or even chewing them off directly) and eating.

Personally, I prefer my octopus cooked. A nice recipe is Octopus Salad. Just boil the octopus in a small quantity of water for about 20 minutes. You don't need much water because, as a local saying in dialect goes, "u pulp s cosc ind all'accq so stess" or "the octupus cooks in its own water."

Once it's cooked, just chop the whole thing up into bite-sized pieces and mix with olive oil and chopped parsley...and buon appetito!

I used celery because I was out of parsley on the day I took this photo. There was also not much salad left by the time I took the photo...it's a popular dish at my house.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

USA Out of the Running...

The US team is out of the World Cup, too... Gloom and despair has descended upon my household like the sound of 10,000 vuvuzelas petering out in a sad and lonely whimper.

Now who are we supposed to root for?

I'm leaning toward either Mexico or Japan, because I have lived and worked in both of those nations, so there are emotional and historical links. Danny is undecided, but leaning toward Japan. More on the logic of "support the underdog" than anything else.

In the meantime, what's a boy to do but go to the beach, contemplate the horizon and the big questions in life (Justice! Injustice!) and lean on his old man for a little support...