Saint Day

Really, I will eventually stop repeating myself and my plans and tell something of what I'm doing. the cannoli, I rolled, cut, and fried myself silly, stuffing with sweetend ricotta today and they turned out good, for the feast. We went to ribera, checked out the street scene, a beautiful alter, a young girl dressed as mary carrying a baby a top a donkey in the middle of screeching car horns and flashing cameras. Since the day is supposed to feed the poor, we sampled some of the pasta cooking in giant pots in the street and doled out to all, though we had such a feast waiting at home we didn't eat much. At home, cousin Joe and wife Natalie, baby Maya came over and we ate pasta with sardines, and bacon wrapped onion/parley on the wood fire grill, and rabbit also done on the grill, as well as wild asparagus/artichoke frittata and roasted pumpkin. We finished off by walking down teh way to the sheep, which we were going to milk and make our own ricotta, but they were too skittish of our strange scents and faces so we left to let the shepherd finish his job in peace, now that he can no longer sell to individuals or take his animals on their walk down the beach. Then, our tea, cannoli's, sweet almond clumps and another classic pastry, and settling down in front of the fire. The sun came out today, it was luscious, simply divine.