Rochetti

I am so full of delicious bolognese sauce right now it is almost painful but I swear Julian is a god in the kitchen.

Today was another day well spent in the Mag. (my hives are getting much better (and by better I mean going away!))

Again we started off with some delightful dry brushing of yesterday's finds, then I went to finish finding the spools (called Rochetti) for Jason. most of them were relatively easy to find, but some were in the wrong box and there are 3 which are nowhere to be found.

We switched up tasks partway through the day and I helped move boxes again. many of which had grown a nice layer of black mold in addition to the 40 years of dust and grime. I tried to rub off the black residue from my skin but it only came off when I washed with soap in the evening.

Patricia joined me after lunch to try and find the elusive rochetti and dug through the boxes another 3 times each, then we double checked to make sure they weren't in the museum. but no luck.

I organized them all quite nicely but I suppose Jason will have to find the others his self.

After finishing work in the mag. I stayed again to look at some artifacts and tony was there to lend insight into the paper as well as the site as a whole. quite helpful.

Then the 20 minute walk down to the house in all the humidity. powering along to Ratatat makes it so much better though.

By the time I arrived it was almost time to go to Tony's lecture. He gave us a sort of background of Etruscan culture through burial sites (most etruscan sites are grave sites) it was very interesting. I hope as the weeks progress more discussion will be provoked.

Then it was time to help with supper. We juiced lemons, cut bread, sliced zucchini grated cheese, made salad and dressing and waited expectantly for Julian to bring the bolognese (we'd been hearing rumors of it's deliciousness stewing for 2 days)

and like I said - heavenly.

not only that, he and Owen (his boyfriend who is visiting (who also happens to be a pastry chef!) baked loaves of fresh focaccia bread with rosemary.

I am in love with these men.

After eating more than was good for me (my mouth said YES my stomach, no.) Patricia convinced me gelato was a good idea.

It doesn't take much arm twisting

so off to the Commie bar we went. We walked through the staring silent old men as always and bought our treats in broken Italian (I'm quickly learning how to order gelato at least!)

half coconut half hazlenut. yum.

Then to my room to do some homework, which is still in progress...

I should get back to that

Ciao!