#porchetta time

[yourangle-yuordevil]

Keeping it slow, but you know how it is with Aziraphale... once he gets a taste he wants it all ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[queen-mabs-revenge]

i just really miss sagre ):

[spade-riddles]

Submission: Kinda "talking shop"

About her current recording contract … do we know how many albums she is currently signed up for at universal? With the current topic of five stages of grief making the rounds and her albums since lover being linked with these five stages, I noticed: She is right now at the very moment she was in when things went sour with Big Machine, no?

Her fifth album since signing with universal is TTPD. I’m counting 1 lover, 2 folklore, 3 evermore, 4 midnights, 5 TTPD. The re-recordings are probably handled separately?

Back to it: She is about to release 1989, one more album on the contract with Big Machine after that and they start talking about re-sign up. Porchetta at the same time goes around and offers Big Machine up for sale with Taylor’s masters being the prize… Taylor wants a way to buy her masters … we kinda know what happened … Taylor knows she will leave and she goes on to make Reputation. (Adding here the messy fact that the news about the sale of Big Machine goes public the day we thought she would kinda come out in a rainbow dress at pride parade. That detail feels super bad in a way I can’t put into words.)

Right now, not counting the re-recordings, Taylor is on Album No. 5. If she has a six album record deal … that’s where she is right now, I think …

What irritated me when it came out, but has me thinking now … Scooby and that spotify deal with that shady Lucien guy, the boss from universal.

I just googled and Scooby and Lucien had business before but still, I think we all felt an intense ick when the news and the photo came out, right?

So yesterday I just realised, that Taylor is potentially at the re-signing point again? Possibly?

What do we actually know about her contract with universal? How many more? How many albums in total?

I thought, maybe a wild thought … she would try to go truly independent? She has the money for it … and she already created Taylor Swift Records I believe … and she openly suggested she thought about selling tickets for her concerts herself …

So … was that shady when the ten year (!!!) deal with lucien and scooby came out at this point in time?

Oh! What exactly are those “possibilities” about featuring a promotion on spotify for new album releases??? (Now for the next ten years apparently?)

Does Taylor use that? Whatever that is?

What she did do (and cause quite a bit of chaos with) is create those “five stages of grief” playlists on APPLE not spotify. That is interesting?

Or am I way off with this?

[foodmyheart]

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[spiderparentsfam]

I’m not going to finish the next chapter of Emergency Girlfriend Program (non powers, fake dating Miguel/Peter/MJ story) this weekend like i was hoping to so here’s a sneak peek of some Miguel and Gabi grocery shopping.

Excerpt sneak peek:

Saturday morning Miguel went to the grocery store with Gabi.

Gabi hummed as she sat atop of her father’s shoulders, looking at the grocery list as Miguel pushed the cart one handed, his other hand circled around one of her legs to keep her balanced. She paused in her humming.

“Papá, pasta.”

He kept pushing the cart, lost in thought. Gabi giggled and called out to him again. This was hardly the first time her father had been distracted while shopping but it had been a while since it was that bad. She lightly tapped the side of his face. He paused and looked up at her.

“Hm?”

“You passed the pasta papá.”

He let out a soft breath as he quickly backtracked. “Sorry conejita. ¿Cuál quieres?” He automatically grabbed some fideo as she looked. “Bow ties? Shells?”

“Dinosaur!”

She wiggled in excitement. He looked where she was pointing and looked at the box of dinosaur shaped pasta. He slipped his glasses on from his front shirt pocket to read the suggested recipe on the back.

“You like this suggestion?”

He held it up for her review. “Mm, I’d add fancy bacon to it.”

He softly chuckled. Porchetta was her new thing. Of the food shows, the dessert shows were still her favorites but she’d started becoming curious in his cooking shows now that her bedtime was pushed just a little bit later for her to watch them with him.

“Remind me to get more when we’re in the meat section so you can cook it con tú tío tonight.”

“You’re going out?”

“Si, mija.” He dropped the box into the cart. “I need to prepare for tomorrow.”

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Here’s the story link if you wanted to check out what’s posted so far (ao3)!

[fazcinatingblog]

It's weird to think it's almost been a year since I met @jlawbenn (not including that time after a Trent helped destroy Essendon) it was an Easter Thursday and we were at fazzy's pub in Johnston Street and some idiot thought it was a good idea to go home after work then go to the pub and ended up getting to the game during the second quarter and the tables were full so Mark let us sit at his table but then that was the Irish table and

And we met fazzy

And we met Asian tram boyfriend after the game who was begging us to go out partying with him and kept saying it was too early to go home (it was like 10pm, he was so dumb and had Charlotte concept of time) anyway we've never seen that guy since or the Irish or

And since then, we've gone from annoying Irish people to annoying people at almost every Fasolo pizza, Sydney, Brisbane, Collingwood games, Collingwood game with g flip, Carlton games, Taylor concerts, Paul concert, Robbie concert, La Porchetta, ikon Park, a Collingwood game where a Trent was playing, a Collingwood vs pesto final, Taylor movie in Nick miller's Rd, Barbie movie in Glenn Maxwell Huntly road, numerous Macca's, several KFC's and

[kristannafever]

She Ain't Gotta Do Much - 8

Kristanna Modern AU Rated: M WC: 2886

Chapter Index

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The rest of the week went just as smoothly as Kristoff had hoped.  Not only that, Tony wanted a week to prep for closure, and then he and Sven were going to get to work on the renovation.  Apparently, there was indeed a new deli going in a block over, and Tony didn’t want to waste much more time bringing his place up to date.

By quitting time on Thursday, Kristoff and Sven had meandered around finishing the install of all the doors and helping staff by moving heavy furniture here and there.  Everyone only had the best things to say about the two of them.

Both of them beamed all afternoon.

Anna joined them for a celebratory beer after work which turned into celebratory shots, which turned into Anna catching a cab home at midnight – she did have to work the next day after all – and Kristoff and Sven having a very inebriated and deep conversation about how they both felt they’d found the women they wanted to spend the rest of their lives with. 

Apparently, Sven was just as smitten as Kristoff was, and it was refreshing to him to hear his friend talk about a woman in a future sense.  Perhaps it was the same for Sven when he talked about Anna.

They both agreed that the direction of their love lives, and the direction of their business, were looking better that they ever had.  Sharing a cab back to Kristoff’s because it was closer, Sven admitted the truly dark fears he’d had before they landed Anna’s job, and how relieved he was that things were turning around.  Both men got emotional to the point where they looked out their respective windows and blinked back tears that formed in their eyes.

Back at Kristoff’s, they each had a night cap neither of them needed, and Sven collapsed on the couch face first.  Kristoff threw a blanket over his friend then stripped to his boxers and crawled into his own bed.  His only thoughts were of Anna, and how he could not wait until he saw what she had in mind for his spa day on Saturday. 

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He arrived at noon, as Anna had requested.  He buzzed her apartment, and to his surprise, she said she’d be right down.  He stood there on the sidewalk in the fall sunshine, waiting to see what was going to happen.

She appeared out of the building doors in a Led Zeppelin t-shirt and jeans, and he loved it when she wore stuff like that.  Then she pulled him into a deep kiss and he forgot time and space until she pulled her lips away from his. 

“Can you throw your bag in your truck for a minute?  I just had an idea before we start your spa day.”  She said the last two words with a raised eyebrow and devilish look.

He was helpless to comply.

They walked north, chatting about how their Friday’s had been.   Kristoff’s had been fine.  He’d woken early, despite the hangover, and worked on the other quotes in his room until he heard Sven stir.  They’d taken themselves out for a greasy breakfast, and caught a cab back to the Pub to grab their vehicles.   Sven announced as he was about to get into his car that he didn’t want to see or hear from Kristoff until their work meeting on Monday morning, which Kristoff was more than happy to oblige.  

Anna told him she was hungover as well, but since it was the office placement day, she was able to spend the majority of if setting up her brand-new space.  Which hungover or not, she took great delight in. 

Five minutes later they were at an intersection with a strip mall.  Anna mentioned that she had planned for them to take a walk in the evening, but since there was rain in the forecast, she changed her plans for them to go have a nice lunch at the new Italian market that had gone in a month prior. 

They ended up splitting a caprese salad and a porchetta sandwich on Italian ciabatta.   Afterward they each had a Cannoli, and Kristoff had never had one that had tasted so fresh.  Apparently, it was made with mascarpone and not ricotta.  The entire meal was actually quite light, considering.

Afterward they walked back to Anna’s and Kristoff retrieved his bag from his truck, his body tingling again with the thoughts of what was to come.  Once inside her place, he noticed that the sky was indeed starting to darken to the west.

The next thing on his spa day apparently, was an actual spa thing.  Anna wanted to give him a facial.  She said she’d taken a few courses in various things here and there in the year before she committed to college, and she had every intention of doing it to him.

He relented, with mild chagrin.  He really didn’t want one, but he was not going to hurt Anna’s feelings.

Then five minutes into it, he nearly fell asleep.  She had started with a warm washcloth, gently cleaning then exfoliating his skin with something that smelled kind of nice.  It was wonderful.  He hadn’t realized how much stress he’d been carrying until all of the sudden she was massaging it out of him.  Then she put some moisturizer on her hands and worked it into his skin and he’d never felt more relaxed to have someone touching him like that. 

He was sitting with is head laying on the back of the couch, Anna standing over him from behind for lack of an actual masseuse table to do it on, and he hadn’t even realized she’d stopped until her lips met his.

Upside down.  Like that stupid spider-man movie.

And fuck if it didn’t feel as good as they made it seem in the films. 

That was the end of his facial. 

As much as he wanted that kissing to continue, Anna changed direction by turning off all the lights in the living room off except a floor lamp in the corner that offered soft, dim lighting, bringing him a nice cold bottle of beer, and turning on the TV to the one show he’d mentioned in passing on their first date that he’d wanted to catch up on sometime.   She snuggled into him with a glass of wine and they watched in perfect and comfortable silence as the sky grew darker outside.

After the first episode, Anna refreshed their drinks and brought in some popcorn and snacks.  It had started to rain, making the ambiance even more cozy than it already was.  Kristoff was enjoying the hell out of himself, and yet in the back of his mind, he could only think about kissing her again and not stopping. 

At the end of the second episode, Anna asked him how he was liking the show and he told her that he was very much enjoying it, and yet something about her demeanor suggested she was just as distracted by their proximity as he was.

He knew this was not what she had planned, but his lips went to hers anyways, and the kisses became a frenzied passionate need for each other in the blink of an eye.  She tasted like Twizzlers and white wine and he could not get enough of her.  Every fibre of his being was crying out with euphoria as they made their way to her bedroom, stumbling and kissing and undressing each other the entire way.

By the time they reached her bed, they were both in their underwear and physically unable of pulling apart.  They remained kissing passionately until Anna whimpered in the back of her throat and Kristoff stopped only long enough to lay her on the bed, crawl over her, and kiss her again.

It took some more time before they were both naked under the sheets, their mouths almost constantly pressed together through the entire endeavor.  Then the passion really started, when Kristoff moved his caress to her thighs while he kissed her, working inward until he could touch her the way he’d imagined since he’d met her. 

She gasped as his fingers worked.  He listened to her wordless cues and knew exactly what she wanted.  The way her body writhed under him made him harder than he thought possible.  And then she pulled in a shocked breath and came undone in his arms, gripping him to her as though her life depended on it. 

By then his mind was wild with desire, and he asked gruffly where she wanted him.  Understanding, Anna forced him onto his back, straddled him, and kissed him again.  After that his thoughts went blank except for the deep intensity he felt for her.  The attraction.  The devotion.  The love.

All the time he’d imagined them coming together didn’t include this level of pleasure he was feeling.  When Anna seemed to be on the cusp a short time later, Kristoff knew he was almost spent too, intending to join her.  And as they both climaxed, the room went bright with light and thunder cracked a split second later, killing the power and leaving them in complete darkness while they rode out their gratification together. 

*****

Anna woke from their nap first, the feeling of absolute contentment washing over her all over again to find herself snuggled against Kristoff’s side.  They’d laid in bed in the dark, listening to the storm move off before they both fell asleep, and neither of them had moved an inch.

Her mind whirled lazily with happy thoughts.  Anna caressed her hand gently against his bare chest, needing to simply touch him but not wanting to wake him.  He remained breathing deeply as Anna enjoying this moment to herself.

She had no idea what time it was.  The power was still off and her phone was somewhere in the living room.  Not that she cared.  So, okay, her rest and relaxation day for Kristoff hadn’t quite gone as she’d planned, but one could hardly argue about having mind-blowing sex instead.   And although she didn’t know the time, she knew by the light behind the dark curtains that there was certainly enough left in the day to find themselves joined together again.

Kristoff stirred a few moments later and let out a deeply satisfied exhale when he woke and found Anna snuggled against him.  He moved his head to the side and pressed a kiss onto her forehead.

“Well, so far, this has been the best spa day of my life,” he said slowly.

Anna chuckled.  “Yeah, things kind of got off the rails there.”

“Hmmm.  So what was the plan anyway?”

“Well, I wanted to the facial first.  I knew you’d be apprehensive, but it wasn’t like a full facial where I start digging out your blackheads or anything.”

“Gross.  Thanks for not doing that.”

Anna laughed.  “You don’t have many.  I probably have more.  But anyway, I wanted to massage your face because I remembered that it activated your sympathetic nerve system which relieves anxiety and stress.”

“It certainly felt relaxing.  I could have fallen asleep if you didn’t kiss me.”

Anna smiled in the dark.  “I couldn’t help myself.”

“I’m glad.”

“After we watched the show, I was going to order whatever food you wanted, then after dinner I was going to give you a full body massage which was supposed to lead where we already went, so I guess things are just a bit out of order.”

“Ah, order is overrated.”

“It certainly is.” 

“Then what?”

“Well, there’s a hockey game on tonight, so I thought we could watch that here, or if you were up for it, we could walk down the block and catch it in the Pub.”  Anna shrugged against him.  “I had kind of just planned for you to be as relaxed and comfortable as possible.”

“I am very much that.”

“Good.”

Kristoff was silent a moment before he spoke.  “You know, you don’t have to pamper me.  I would be just as relaxed and comfortable whatever you wanted to do.  You just… you don’t have to do much.  At all.  I’m just in.  You know?”

Anna grinned to herself.  What the hell had she ever done to deserve this man?  “I feel the same when I’m with you, Kristoff.  And I look forward to when we do the date thing you’d planned for today.”

“It’s probably better we postponed it anyway, with the rain and all,” he said, slipping out from her grasp and sitting up.  “It was an outside activity.”

“Ooh.  You going to give me a hint?”  Anna sat up as well.

He laughed.  “Nope.”

Kristoff stood and Anna could just barely make out his naked form as he moved through the room.   He found his shirt discarded by the door and slipped it over his head. 

“Any idea where my pants ended up?” he asked. 

“Um, the hallway, I think.”

Kristoff opened the partially closed bedroom door and left the room.  “Oh yeah, here’s my underwear too,” he called from the hall.

Anna chuckled and started to find her own clothing.  It was brighter in the hall with the dim light coming in from the kitchen windows, and she dressed quickly to find Kristoff dressed and standing in her living room, staring out the sliding glass windows to her little balcony.

“Looks like it’s pretty socked in,” he commented.  “What do you want to do?”

Anna walked over to him and spied her phone on the end table.  She tapped the screen and was a little surprised it was already just about seven.  The hockey game was set to start at eight.  And since they still didn’t have any power, she had a suggestion.

“How about we walk to the Pub anyway.  Maybe they have power on that block, then we can eat there and catch the game.”

Kristoff turned towards her and pulled her into an embrace.  “Sounds amazing,” he said, and leaned over to kiss her. 

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Their team was winning by three goals when neither of them seemed to be able to ignore what was building up between them again.  They paid their tab hastily and started to walk back to Anna’s.  The sky opened up again about half way there.

Apparently, they forgot all about the umbrella they’d walked to the Pub with.

As soon as the door was shut behind them, Anna plunged her hands into his damp hair, pulling his lips tighter against hers.  Her need for him was immense. 

They undressed each other in a mindless fervor when some sense came into Anna’s head that they were naked, going at it in full view from her living room window.  She mentioned something between his kisses and then all of the sudden she was airborne in his arms as he carried her quickly down the hall and threw her on the bed.  He stood there looking at her for a moment with adoration, then he was on her an instant later, and Anna eagerly awaited what was to come.

“You do have tattoos,” he muttered as he kissed down her neck.

“Huh?” she asked, not understanding why he’d said that.

He pulled his head up and stared at her a second.  “What did I say?”

“You stated… that I had tattoos.”

He smirked.  “Well, you do.”

“You didn’t see them the first time?”

He chuckled low.  “No, actually, I missed them.  Too distracted by other things.”

“So, it was something you were wondering?”

He grinned.  “That, and other things.”

“What kind of other things?”

He hummed as he started kissing her shoulder.  “If you had any piercings.”

“You must have at least noticed that I don’t.  Except my ears.”

He laughed and spoke against her shoulder.  “That I did notice.”

“What else?”

“How many freckles were on your body.”  He shifted and kissed his way down between, then onto her breasts.

“Quite a few,” she sighed, as he took his time.

“I know,” he mumbled.  “I intend to kiss them all.”

Jesus Christ the things this man could do to her.  “I wondered things about you too.” 

“Such as?” he asked, taking a break to look up at her.

“Well, pretty similar things.  I didn’t really wonder about any piercings per se.  You don’t seem like the type.”

“Yeah, I’m definitely not.”  He kissed her body again.

“I was a little surprised you don’t have any tattoos.”

His head came up.  “Not yet.”

“You’re not opposed to them?”

He shook his head.  “Not at all.  Just haven’t found anything I felt warranted inking on my skin.”  His head went down to kiss her and he brought it back up quickly and smiled.  “Yet.” 

Anna hummed happily and curled her fingers up into his hair as he resumed kissing past her belly button towards the part of her that was throbbing. “I did picture you naked about a hundred times as well,” she admitted. 

“I hope I didn’t disappoint,” me muttered against the skin right above her aching desire. 

“Oh definitely not!  I was quite delighted actually, and… sat… satis…. Oh God.”

He put his mouth exactly where she wanted it and words left her mind as her body lit up with pleasure.

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[ooihcnoiwlerh]

Okay, so I wait tables and bartend for a living, and worked New Year’s Eve dinner for the second year at my first real non-corporate, independent neighborhood restaurant and bar.  The holiday season both last year and this year had shitshow experiences with things that we couldn’t control.  Last year, in mid-December, our coffee machine/hot water dispenser broke, meaning we couldn’t make our own coffee or iced tea and whenever people ordered hot tea, which was often, especially for hot toddies, whoever was bartending would have to heat up the water on a Bunsen burner.

This year, I come in at three.  It’s not too bad, except I don’t really know what the game plan is, when we switch to dinner.  We have a lot of covers considering that we’re, again, a pretty small restaurant and can only accommodate so many people at once.  We also have at most four servers on at a time and only one bartender to both take care of the bar guests and do service bartending, and at most one host.  So we have some disgruntled guests angry that we can’t accommodate them as much, especially given that for dinner we have a prix-fixe menu and can make exceptions only for a couple of dishes and for kid’s menu items.  The amount of covers increase to sixty-five as more people start panicking and making last-minute plans, and we start chanting “Four more!  Four more!  Four more!” and then a party of seven makes a reservation over the phone and we have to start playing Tetris with the three restaurant sections.  We correctly assume that the patio won’t be as popular.  I take the front section of the front room, fully prepared to be the closing server.  I will be.

The energy feels almost uncomfortable.  People are seething that we have too many reservations to have walk-ins, bar gets crowded, but it feels more uncomfortable than hectic.  But then it happens.  The shitshow.

Our water line breaks, which completely floods the bar with three inches of water, and floods the front room.  Our host has to abandon post to help clean it up, and the water keeps coming so I take over hosting duties in addition to looking after my section.  Our bar manager is MOD tonight, and he has a high threshold for bullshit but is the most stressed I’ve ever seen him.  He bought a nice new pair of shoes that are now ruined.  Our bartender nearly gets hurt a couple of times.  We have an on-call repairman named Bruce who comes in and stops the water, but clearly something’s wrong with how much water is on the floor.  I’m still waiting on and seating people, who are noticing the issue.  Our bar manager’s girlfriend and her family are one of my tables, and they’re thankfully pretty unfazed/sympathetic.  

My neighbors across the street come in and they probably notice how tense I am and that something’s wrong, and I admit that “there has been a minor technical issue” and I end up waiting on them.  By this point, no more water is seeping in and our host and repair guy, not to mention our bar manager, have helped soak up a fair amount of the flooding.  Our bartender, of course, has been a bit busy making a shit ton of drinks both for the bar and a fully packed restaurant.

It’s a nightmare but we get through it, because in the service industry the only way out of it is through it.  I can kind of see the humor in how we ended the year doing our best managing a crisis.  It’s a little cathartic, honestly.  We’re closed tomorrow and Monday, and on Monday I’m turning thirty, so this is not only our last shift of the year but my last shift there in my twenties.  My co-workers who are in their thirties assure me that things get better in your thirties, and I hope so.  Twenty-nine sucked.  I got a few creative things done but I also know eight people who died this year.  Our kitchen make us a nice family meal out of the extra items on our prix-fixe menu that included prime rib, porchetta, mashed potatoes, stewed cannellini beans, rapini, brussels sprouts, mushrooms, and au jus and we all, back and front of house, toast to a difficult shift we managed to get through and to a new year.  I’ve never had porchetta or prime rib before this, and both are great--I’ve worked at a lot of restaurants where the food is either overrated or just kind of mediocre, but where I work takes pride in their food and as shitty as the evening has been, it’s been a good bonding experience.  As we clean up and close down we all have prosecco and/or tequila and/or Jameson and talk for a bit before we lock up and head home, feeling palpable relief that we were able to get through the night and feeling tougher for it.

[jolliestlolli]

Jolly's Monday Blog Update - Dec 19th 2022

Elf on the Shelf scares the shit out of me.

There's probably a hundred other better opening lines I could have thought of for this blog update but that's the one I decided was the best. I'm well aware I missed both blog updates last week, and I'm not gonna even try to spin a good excuse for that. It just is what it is.

Writing wise, I started writing a new short story, and then I got cold feet and decided to return to a project I actually started last year with the intention of trying to finish it before Christmas. Here's an excerpt:

He had to admit, Teruteru’s passion about food was as clear as day, and that was admirable enough on its own even if it didn’t quite make up for the chef’s… other quirks.

Teruteru held the zucchini and cradled it to his face like it was a precious creature, stroking its outer rind. “The best part about this particular store is the price you get for such beautiful, long, juicy–”

Ryoma could practically feel his eyes going cross and his brain briefly numbing for the few seconds it took Teruteru to say whatever gross innuendo that the person currently recounting this story to you does not even want to recite.

In that time, his eyes drifted away from the chef and around at some of the other shoppers in the store. Out of all the people currently around them, the ones that stood out the most were two young women standing not very far away from them. The both of them clearly not Japanese, judging from their clothes they were likely American tourists and not quite used to the culture shock, because when Ryoma first saw them out of the corner of his eye, he realized one of the girls was already staring directly at him.

Enjoyed that? Good, because I have no idea if I'll actually be able to upload this before Christmas lmao. I'm really excited to finish this story because it'll be the first time I reveal some certain details of Ryoma's backstory that I've been thinking carefully about over the last several months. I just hope you all find it acceptable.

Speaking of Christmas, I'm going to be attempting to cook my first ever Beef Wellington soon. Jason Farmer's video about cooking a Wellington using Walmart ingredients really inspired me and I'm feeling confident I can do it with minimal help. A couple years back I made a Christmas Porchetta so I guess I just like to make a tradition out of cooking complicated AF dishes for the holidays. Cause what else says "Christmas" like working your ass off to try to appease a bunch of ungrateful sour pricks that have as much Christmas spirit as Ebenezer Scrooge passing a kidney stone.

Woo, got a little salty there (Not as salty as the Christmas Porchetta I made). What do I wanna talk about now? Hmm

Well one minor thing I wanna mention is that I became mutuals with @graincracket today which I'm really happy about! I don't have nearly enough Ryoma simps to chat with so it's always a good day when I get to become friends with one.

Ghhh... Now I feel like sorta going off on a whole tangent about the Christmas season, but if I'm gonna do that it's not gonna be a today thing. Maybe not even a next week thing. So instead, because I'm really high now as I finish writing this, I'm going to leave you with a sudden revelation that came to me that I must share:

There is no visible difference between using normal quotation marks and using double apostrophes. You cannot tell the difference between '' and ", you fucking look me in the eye and tell me there's a difference. I rest my case.

[dufrau]

Dustin 🧢, Carol & Tommy 🍻, Karen 💋

Ahh thank you!

Dustin 🧢: If you were a piece of media, what iconic trope(s) would you be? Im very slackerish. Maybe I would be the high school boyfriend who works somewhere cozy in the christmas romcom when the big city lady comes back to her hometown and remembers how much she likes banging in pickup trucks.

Carol & Tommy 🍻: What’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever been peer-pressured into doing? Im not super peer pressure-able. All of the stupidest things I have done have been entirely by choice. But once in college a bunch of us were drinking and wrestling by the charles river and my friend kept asking us to put a cigarette out on his arm "to remember this night!" and eventually i just did it just to move the conversation along.

Karen 💋: What’s something you’ve always wanted to do, but have never had the chance? This one is really hard? I basically do what i want all the time? I guess I would really like to go have one of those mega expensive like 20 course omakase sushi dinners at some point. Also I want to make a porchetta out of a whole pork belly and I will do that eventually but i've just never seen one at the grocery store so i'll probably have to special order it and im bad at things that require planning.

[jaydeemedia]

[ad_1] Italy is the stuff of oversized travel legends: gladiator battles in Roman arenas, gondolas gliding along Venetian canals, and communities frozen in time by fierce volcanoes. Yet, the nation’s true magic is often found in one of Italy’s small towns rather than the cohort of star-studded cities. Deciding which of Italy’s most beautiful towns to visit is as challenging as choosing a gelato flavour. From hilltop townlets framed by saw-toothed peaks to pretty coastal settlements necklaced by a shimmering Adriatic shoreline, the options are delicious from top to toe. Whether you’re seeking silence among the vines of a hinterland hideaway or prefer to indulge in Italy’s best local experiences, these are some of my favourite small Italian towns to visit. Unlike other articles that might spotlight lesser-known (and certainly beautiful) cities, such as Matera and Mantua, my twenty picks are true Italian towns without a single city in sight. Taormina, SicilyNemi, LazioComacchio, Emilia Romagna Desenzano del Garda, LombardyBorgo Valsugana, TrentinoSorrento, CampaniaLocorotondo, PugliaArpino, LazioCefalù, SicilyMaratea, BasilicataBellagio, LombardyAlberobello, PugliaMonterosso al Mare, Cinque Terre, LiguriaLipari, SicilyCastelmezzano, BasilicataBrisighella, Emilia RomagnaPolignano a Mare, PugliaPriverno, LazioOrvieto, UmbriaSan Gimignano, Tuscany Taormina, Sicily On Sicily’s seductive east coast, the beautiful hilltop town of Taormina observes the Ionian Sea from high above. The Greeks sure picked a cinematic spot to set up camp some 2000 years ago – something the Romans clearly agreed on when they upgraded the impressive open-air theatre. You don’t even need a script to make these terraced seats the best in the house; the dazzling comma-shaped bay backed by foreboding Mount Etna is the daily performance. Yet Taormina is as much about modern luxury as historic architectural feats, and if you’re seeking a slice of Sicilian indulgence, you’re in the right place. This is, after all, the main filming location of The White Lotus. Home to some of the most indulgent five star resorts in Italy, a treat-yourself hilltop retreat is Taormina’s grand finale. Better still, settle yourself at the base of the pretty town, and you’ll have the Bay of Taormina on your doorstep. Waking up at the Mazzarò Sea Palace and effortlessly stepping onto Sicily’s swarthy sands is a top-notch ticket, one that makes the uphill schlep to the town itself worthwhile. Read more:Reasons to visit Sicily Start in the small town of Nemi before descending to the crater lake Nemi, Lazio Castel Gandolfo is one of Italy’s most famous towns to visit on a day trip from Rome. Thousands have flocked through the imposing doors of the Pope’s palace since he gave up his summer residence for tourists. Venture just a little further, and the idyllic small town of Nemi has much the same charm but with far fewer crowds. A splendid shaded trail under chestnut trees links the pretty pair. Once in Nemi, you’ll be greeted by a cute, compact and pedestrianised core. Narrow streets link pastel-hued homes, far-reaching viewpoints, and cafes selling the town’s signature dish, porchetta (pork) sandwiches. Like Castel Gandolfo, which crowns Lake Albano, a volcanic crater, Nemi is also perched above a dazzling body of water. Not just a serene spot for kayaking alongside ducks, some of Nemi’s best attractions are found bankside: The Temple of Diana, a significant pilgrimage site since the 6th century BC, and the Roman Ship Museum of Nemi. The latter houses the artefacts and recreations of ancient Roman wooden ships, which amazingly survived for centuries at the bottom of the lake, only for a fire to destroy the museum in the 1940s. If you’re looking to tack on some small Italian towns to your Rome visit, Nemi and Castel Gandolfo are the perfect pair. Sunset in Comacchio, enjoying aperitivo on a floating restaurant Comacchio, Emilia Romagna

Wedged between the flamingo-frequented wetlands of the Po Delta and the beaches of the Emilia Romagna Riviera, the former fishing village of Comacchio is Venice in miniature. A handful of canals wend through this small Italian town, flanked by laid-back boat bars and typical restaurants serving all kinds of seafood – Comacchio’s speciality being river eels. So beloved, these slimy local delicacies have their own festival. Beyond the highlights, including an excellent museum that holds the buried treasure of a long-lost ship, the Po Delta provides even more tranquil retreats. Hire some bikes, or hop on a boat tour to explore the wetlands. Stilted fishing cabins, fronted by traditional nets, and thousands of pink flamingos await in the estuary of Italy’s longest river. Read more:Visiting Comacchio and the Po Delta Desenzano del Garda is a beautiful small town on Lake Garda Desenzano del Garda, Lombardy Lombardy’s handful of lakes are some of Italy’s finest glories. Fringed by pretty Italian towns and frequented by millions of tourists, they can also be as overwhelming as they are astonishing. On Lake Garda, the lake-moated castle of Sirmione, giving access to the peninsula town beyond, is one of the busiest spots. For a slightly more serene base, settle your sights on Desenzano del Garda instead. The location is perfect for exploring some of Lombardy’s best spots. Sirimione is reachable by a quick ferry ride, the pebble beaches of Manerba are a hiking trail away, and the unsung wine region of Laguna is ideal for tastings in family-run estates.  Desenzano del Garda itself is as picturesque as small Italian lake towns come. Lapped by Garda’s waters, the diminutive harbour is flanked by colourful Venetian-style architecture, well-heeled trattorie dishing-up Lombardian recipes, such as fragrant risottos, under shaded porticos, and all the gelaterias you could wish for on a lakeside stroll. Borgo Valsugana is a tranquil town in northern Italy Borgo Valsugana, Trentino Officially one of the most beautiful towns in Italy, as certified by the I Borghi più Belli d’Italia association, Borgo Valsugana is tucked away in Italy’s north. Located in Trentino, the Dolomites looming beyond, the Sugana Valley’s namesake town is a well-preserved example of mountain life. Sliced by the Brenta River, Roman roots are still visible in Sant’Orsola Church, although it’s mainly medieval layers, such as the 13th-century Castel Telvana you’ll see today. Stay in a renovated small palazzo or a welcoming agriturismo, most likely serving its own bottled wines, and appreciate the slower pace of life. Borgo Valsugana is also an excellent base for outdoor adventures. Mountain hikes are abundant, including more unique trails through Arte Sella, an outdoor sculpture gallery. But it’s Valsugana’s pair of pristine lakes that steal the show. Levico, a tranquil, jade-tinted pool, is perfect for SUP outings followed by a thermal spa visit, while larger Lake Caldonazzo is best for fast-paced watersports. You can even get a ski lesson from a world champion here. Read more:Why you’ll love the lakes of Valsugana Valsugana’s lakes are mountain-backed water sports heaven Sorrento, Campania The Amalfi Coast, just south of the Bay of Naples, has long been the jewel in Italy’s tourism crown. Dramatic cliff-hugging villages, scented groves of canary-yellow lemons, and pebbly beaches lapped by hushed waters have seen pretty Positano painted on millions of postcards. The gateway to it all is one of Italy’s most beautiful towns, Sorrento. And while tourism has well and truly taken over the whole of the Sorrentine Peninsula, you’ll find a slightly more lived-in experience in Sorrento than the resort villages around the corner. Long before we all flocked here for Limoncello, the Greeks and then the Romans were equally taken with the peninsula as a trading port. Nowadays, it’s an excellent base for village-hopping the Amalfi Coast or sailing across to the Isle of Capri.

Still, vestiges of the past dot the town, such as the 15th-century Sedil Dominova and the Baroque Cathedral. Sure, Sorrento is missing a proper beach, but take a pew in the Villa Comunale gardens for seascape panoramas, and you’ll soon forgive this small town for its lack of sand. Come in summer, when the seasonal music festival is in full swing, and Sorrento will be soundtracked by classical concerts – timeless and blissful. An al fresco restaurant in the whitewashed streets of Locorotondo, Puglia Locorotondo, Puglia In Puglia, the heel of southern Italy’s “boot”, idyllic coastal towns reign supreme. Take a detour from the shimmering shoreline, though, and you’ll find a trove of tranquil, whitewashed towns cradled by vineyards, olive groves, and fertile farmlands. Locorotondo, named for its circular shape, is arguably one of Puglia’s prettiest. Curved, cobblestoned streets weave through whitewashed homes, terracotta flower pots and trailing bougainvillaea adding pops of the Mediterranean palate. Settle into one of the narrow, alfresco restaurants and chow down on local specialities, such as burrata cheese, bursting with creaminess, or ear-shape orecchiette pasta, and you’ll be living out all your Italian small-town fantasies. Read more:One week Puglia itinerary Arpino is one of the prettiest small towns near Rome Arpino, Lazio With Rome commanding all the attention, the rest of the Lazio region rarely gets a look in. Big mistake. Lazio’s five provinces boast some of Italy’s best small town boltholes, and Arpino is one of the best places to visit near Rome. Stretching across sloping hills in a cross-like shape, the town is as inspiring as the surrounding lush landscape of the Frosinone Valley. And inspired it has. This is the birthplace of the Roman scholar, philosopher and statesman Cicero and the Pantheon’s architect Marco Agrippa. Best of all? Here, you’ll essentially experience two small Italian towns for the price of one. High above, the L’Acropoli di Civitavecchia is more like an adjacent village. Hemmed by mortar-free polygonal defensive walls, Civitavecchia has been inhabited since the Volscian days (around 1000 BC). Down below, the more “modern” town reveals its eras in stone walls, stacked higher and higher during the pre-Roman, Roman and medieval periods. Come in August, and you’ll be able to see the town alive for the Gonfalone of Arpino. Watching the runners balancing a terracotta amphora on their heads is just one of the unique experiences at this folklore festival. Cefalu is one of Italy’s most cinematic towns Cefalù, Sicily Sicily has no shortage of spectacular small towns, but coastal Cefalù is the crème de la crème. Founded by the Greeks some 2300 years ago, Cefalù really blossomed during the Middle Ages. Most notable is the town’s Norman architecture, which has earned World Heritage Status. Cefalù’s Cathedral, a medieval masterpiece featuring first-class Byzantine mosaics, is the star-studded centrepiece. Like a medieval movie set, Cefalù has starred in numerous films, and you’ll feel like a silver-screen star whether you’re strolling the storied streets or ambling along the arc of butterscotch sands. Not only is Cefalù one of the prettiest coastal towns in Italy, but it’s also a godsend for gastronomy. Sicilian food is some of the country’s most flavoursome, taking inspiration from all of the invaders, inhabitants and seafarers who have been and gone. Combine this with the bounty of fresh fish that arrives in Cefalù daily, plus some spectacular sea view restaurants, and you’ve got one of Italy’s best degustations. Christ the Redeemer high above the small Italian town of Maratea Maratea, Basilicata Basilicata is one of Italy’s most overlooked regions. Other than Matera, an almost unbelievable city sculpted into a rocky valley, it rarely features on must-visit lists. It’s criminal but also a blessing – you’re much more likely to be holidaying with locals here.

Maratea is one of those small Italian towns you come to when you want to escape it all. Think of a less glam, much more laid-back Amalfi Coast, and you’ve got the gist. There are a few attractions to tour, such as the towering Christ the Redeemer statue staring out to the Tyrrhenian Sea and the 9th-century Basilica of Saint Blaise, but Maratea’s main charm is the laid-back coastline. While the coastal roads don’t quite compete with the Amalfi Coast’s scenery, they certainly hold their own. Take a road trip between beaches, leafy cliffs, and overlooked coves and caves accessible only by boat. By night, retreat back into the harbour for the freshest of fish. The very hands that caught it are likely drinking at the bar. Read more:Italy off the beaten path The Salita Serbelloni in Bellagio, Lombardy Bellagio, Lombardy Lake Como oozes with glamour. For years, this has been a retreat for the rich and famous. George Clooney and Brad Pitt are just two of the celebrities with villas on the edge of this handsome lake, flecked with pastel-hued villages and backed by lush, low-slung mountains. At the tip of the lake’s two lower “legs”, Bellagio has long been considered the jewel in Como’s crown. Over more than a millennium, the town was sold between various private owners, keeping it both elusive and indulgent. Everything seems to take place in a lavish villa here: Villa Carlotta is a museum, Villa del Balbianello is open for unforgettable tours, and with a bit of an investment, a Villa can also be your home for the night. Gently sloping up from the water, the core of Bellagio is a colourful medley of staircases and narrow streets. Salita Serbelloni, the town’s most photographed stairs, captures all of Bellagio’s magic. From the top, vistas of pale yellow houses, tumbling wines, cerulean waters and soaring hills beyond are enthralling. Being one of the most beautiful towns in Italy, it’s also one of the busiest. If you’re seeking a rural retreat on the water’s edge, away from the crowds, string spots like Nesso or Varenna together into a lakeside Lombardy itinerary instead. Still, with the pretty set of gardens on Bellagio’s edge, such as Giardini di Melzi, you’ll find some serene pockets on the peninsula. The typical Trulli houses of Alberobello Alberobello, Puglia In Italy’s sun-kissed southern Puglia region, the fertile Valle d’Itria is dotted with olive groves and typical trulli houses. These stone-built, circular buildings topped with conical roofs feature on every Puglia postcard, and in the small old town of Alberobello, you’ll find their greatest concentration. Here, you can sleep in a trullo, see how they would have been as typical homes in museum-style trulli such as Trullo Sovrano and Rione Aia Piccola, or enjoy a dinner under one of the conical roofs in Ristorante Trullo D’Oro. If you’d like to spot a trullo “in the wild” rather than on these sometimes day-tripper-crowded streets, hop on a bicycle and head into the valley. Along these trails, you’ll see traditional trulli with exposed brickwork and no whitewashed facade intertwined with olive groves and citrus trees. Read more:Things to do in Puglia Monterosso al Mare is the largest of Cinque Terre’s Five Lands Monterosso al Mare, Cinque Terre, Liguria Along the North Ligurian Coast, also known as the Italian Riviera, the five villages of Cinque Terre have long enchanted travellers. Linked by slow trundling trains and epic trails overlooking tumbling vineyards and the Mediterranean beyond, it’s a timeless setting of settlements at the base of steep verdant slopes. While all of the five lands (the direct translation of Cinque Terre) are technically fishing villages, tourism has seriously reshaped the narrative here. Especially in Monterosso al Mare, the westernmost of the handful, which feels like a small town these days rather than a tucked-away village. Is it the prettiest of the five? Not really. But Monterosso al Mare does stand out for its sweep of sand, something lacking in the other four.

Thankfully, the town’s medieval character still shines, and the cluster of narrow streets, historic buildings and the Aurora Tower, which juts into the ocean while doubling as a marker for where the old and new parts of town meet, make it as old-world as the rest. For me, the best time to visit Cinque Terre is in the low season, when you’re much more likely to experience silence by night rather than a sea of selfie sticks. And off-season is when Monterosso shines, as the bars and restaurants in some of the smaller villages shutter in winter. Lipari is one of the main towns on the Aoelian Islands Lipari, Sicily The Aeolian Islands, a set of seven serene – if you ignore the bubbling volcanic activity of Stromboli – isles off Sicily’s northeast coast, host some of the more offbeat towns in Italy. San Pietro on Panarea and Vulcano Port, with its sulphur stink, are two of my favourite small towns on this archipelago. But it’s the town of Lipari, on the islands of the same name, that earns my recommendation. Amongst the narrow streets of the historical centre, you’ll find Mediterranean living at its best. The freshest of seafood (try local stuffed octopus with a glass of the island-produced Malvasia) spills across the al fresco tables of laid-back osterias. Luminous bougainvillaea falls down the fronts of whitewashed buildings. And the town’s history unfurls in the Greek and Roman exhibits of the Museo Archeologico. Once you’ve clambered up the steep cobblestone streets, you’ll reach the Castle of Lipari. These Spanish-built medieval fortress walls, perched atop a volcanic rock, afford some of the best views in town. Inside, you’ll find more historic discoveries, ceramics, and the Church of Santa Caterina. If you want Sicily in miniature, you’ll find it here. Read more:Best islands to visit  Castelmezzano, one of Italy’s most beautiful small mountain towns Castelmezzano, Basilicata One of the most beautiful towns in Italy, Castelmezzano is that dreamy mountain getaway. Perched against the backdrop of the Dolomiti Lucane, a set of saw-toothed peaks that dominate the landscape, the cluster of ochre roofs, bathed in orange street lights at night, are truly cinematic. This is a town to come to for mountain hikes and a countryside retreat. Stay a few nights in this 10th-century settlement, and you’ll soon discover all the secrets of Castelmezzano’s side streets. Castelmezzano isn’t the only small Italian town shrouded by these mountains, though. Here, you get two for the price of one. Pietrapertosa, the “twin” across the way, is linked by the Angel’s Flight, a zipline that will whisk you through the air to the second of the peak-snuggled towns. Once you’ve had your fill of rural Italian living, continue to Basilicata’s most beguiling city, Matera, a magical land of caves, ancient underground living, and streets that tell the stories of poverty, disease and now, restoration. The landscapes around the medieval town of Brisighella Brisighella, Emilia Romagna In Emilia Romagna, best known for the foodie cities of Bologna, Parma and Modena, you’ll find Brisighella, one of the prettiest small towns in Italy. I could wax lyrically about this place for days. Arriving here felt like stepping into an Italian movie set – castles stand above vineyards, a clocktower surveys the lush valley, and terracotta-roofed homes exist in a trance-like state. Set around three hills, each crowned with a landmark – a clocktower, a castle and a church – there are plenty of easy trails which will take you to the main sights. Vestiges of Brisighella’s medieval past are very much evident, especially in the Via degli Asini, a half-timbered, stone-floored passageway. And as with much of Emilia Romagna, local flavours are in abundance, with small-batch wines and excellent, if unsung, olive oils of particular note. Once you’ve bathed in Brisighella’s glory, head into the mountains of Parco Carnè or the nearby old quarry caves, where live music performances are held underground in summer.

Read more:Things to do in beautiful Brisighella Polignano a Mare is a beach town in Puglia Polignano a Mare, Puglia Puglia is regarded as one of Europe’s best beach destinations and has pretty seaside Italian towns aplenty. Even if some shorelines are pebbly rather than sandy, this does little to put off troves of Northern Italians flocking to the south every year – and Polignano a Mare is a popular choice. Chances are, you’ve seen this striking whitewashed village, which crowns cyan waters atop near-vertical limestone cliffs, on Instagram. It’s Puglia’s poster child. The little main beach looks even better from a viewpoint above, although it can get crowded in summer. Still, with an abundance of beaches on the peripherals, you don’t have to travel far for a more private spot of sand. Better still, hop on a boat tour and explore the caves to see some of Puglia’s best features. Inside Polignano a Mare’s maze of streets, you’ll find everything that makes Puglia so delectable. Narrow lanes, flanked by whitewashed and sandstone buildings, weave past little boutiques selling locally crafted ceramics. Window-style restaurants prepare stuffed Puccia Salentina sandwiches. Alfresco restaurants serve plump red prawns and cuttlefish. And gelato parlours adorned with ceramic flower pots dish out jade-hued pistachio scoops. There isn’t a long list of attractions to tick off – but perhaps that’s what makes this Italian town the perfect seaside holiday. Piazza Giovanni XXIII in the beautiful town of Priverno Priverno, Lazio Travel around an hour south of Rome and leave the crowds in your wake as you head deeper into Lazio. Priverno is one of Italy’s lesser-visited small towns, but it won’t disappoint those seeking archaeological finds. The mammoth discovery of the Roman city of Privernum, where archaeological digs continue, is nearby. In Priveno’s city museum, you’ll find these incredible mosaics, statues, artefacts and other discoveries, all curated and catalogued by humble Paula (say hey from me!). Across the plaza from the museum, a grand staircase leads into the Cathedral, where St. Thomas’s skull has put Priverno on the pilgrimage map. Around the town, medieval architecture unfurls at every corner, making the lack of international tourists all the more surprising. Come for the annual medieval festival, and you’ll see reenactments of how life once was. Just up the road is one of Italy’s smallest villages, centred around the Gothic, 12th-century Abbey of Fossanova, where St. Thomas spent his final days. This is Italy’s oldest Cistercian monastery, and it remained closed to the public, other than pilgrims, for centuries. Nowadays, you can enter the imposing, if simply decorated, Abbey before seeing more archaeological discoveries in the neighbouring museum. The provincial table doesn’t disappoint either, with buffalo produce, such as mozzarella and meats, treasured Orsini Olive Oil, and Chiacchietegli di Priverno (Priverno’s violet broccoli) padding the menu. Read more:These are Europe’s best hidden gems Fossanova Abbey is easily combined with Priverno Orvieto, Umbria Perched atop a volcanic plateau, Orvieto is one of Umbria’s most beautiful medieval towns. In this part of Italy, Etruscan history is writ large, making Orvieto much older than its Middle Ages architecture conveys. Yet it’s a different story when you head underground. Take a tour of the caves, tunnels and other subsurface wonders, and you’ll start to get an idea of how advanced the Etruscan civilization was nearly 3000 years ago. Back above, the hulking and highly detailed Duomo di Orvieto is the star. Honestly, it should be famous the world over for its magnificent frescoes and detailed facade. But all across the storied streets, you’ll find vestiges of the past, which particularly pop during Oriveto’s numerous cultural events. If you’re seeking a Tuscan-style retreat but want fewer crowds, Umbria is much more than a consolation prize.

Pin it! Top: Orvieto / Bottom: San Gimignano San Gimignano, Tuscany Speaking of Tuscany, I can’t write a list of the most beautiful small towns in Italy and forget the forever charming settlements that dot the region’s beloved rolling hills. Picking just one is mission impossible, but the UNESCO-listed Historic Centre of San Gimignano is famed for good reason. Long a pilgrimage stop on the Via Francigena – a centuries-old, multi-day, cross-country trail that traverses many of the above-mentioned towns – San Gimignano has been welcoming hoards long before it rose to tourism fame. Nowadays, it’s the well-preserved medieval architecture, especially the heaven-reaching towers that dot the town, and the unimaginable interior paintings of the Collegiate Church of San Gimignano, that pull in the crowds. Settle into Tuscan life at an out-of-town countryside stay, enjoy mornings strolling through the town’s time capsule before the day-trippers arrive, and spend your long lunches sipping the local, crisp Vernaccia wine – is there really any better way to appreciate Italy’s beautiful small towns? Read more:Underrated European cities to visit [ad_2] Source link

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Plot twist: Nobody had a single regret to be honest 🤔❤

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Porchetta (frozen from Waverly Market, market instructions)

Dry skin out overnight

Cut hatch marks into skin

Cooking instructions

Place roast (skin side up) in pan with approximately 1/2 inch water

Bake covered @ 350 degrees for

2 hours = 2-4 lb roast

3 hours = 4-6 lb roast

4 hours = 6-8 lb roast

5 hours = 9+ lb roast

If roast is frozen, add 1 hour to cooking time

To brown roast, uncover and bake @ 475 degrees, basting until golden brown.

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Make a turkey porchetta or roast a duck instead

idk how to do that w/ a turkey and looks like time to learn, duck seems like a copout but all else fails i guess 🤣 i just dont wanna fail

thank you for giving suggestions tho appreciate you❤️

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How to Host a Raclette Party

The holidays are just around the corner, and we are so excited. We typically spend Thanksgiving and Christmas with family but love to host at least one or two get togethers with our friends. Most of the time we try to make something other than traditional Thanksgiving/Holiday food, since people are going to be eating that at other events. We did a fabulous porchetta one year, which was great, but…

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THE LAST DAY! Kind of a weird mood you know!!! I’m like so fucking tired and kinda sad but also lowkey bored of not having anything familiar and being kinda confused all the time.

We snoozed and headed to market nice and early to beat the rain. Our precious butcher still doesn’t have porchetta but we at least got to see him. We shopped at our favorite veggie stall and got lotsa pasta.

We ofc stopped for cappuccinos at Cafe Terzi.

A simple lunch of eggs n bread.

Big nap time and “packing” time.

Now macchiatos and a gelato for Claire at the cafe downstairs. Headed to start dinner prep in ten.