The Pastas of Piemonte: Fantastico (fuel) for the rigors of hiking

I am Italian. I eat pasta and drink wine. Allora, I’ll never be a size 0 but it’s a small price to pay for such a joyous life.


There are over 600 artful shapes of pasta. Spaghetti, vermicelli, rotini, fusili, tortellini, linguini, fettuccine, penne, and capellini are common on every American menu and store shelf.



But I’m in Piemonte and in love with the local pasta. In this region, tajarin (tie-yah-REEN) reigns as the most popular pasta ever. It’s a thin, bright-yellow pasta topped with an earthy porcini mushroom sauce.

The allure of this pasta made with forty eggs is undeniable.

And, yes, emotion is unquestionably a part of my enchantment.  As it is with anyone who has a pulse.


World Pasta Day is the brainchild of the World Pasta Congress. Experts from all over the world come together to discuss the glories of the noodle.

I’m celebrating this momentous occasion with a day and night (ok, let’s be honest here, days and nights) of carbohydrate overload.  Should you wonder, naps are mandatory.


There is no doubt that it takes a village to feed me.  These warm and wonderful Italians are supportive folks.


Mi amici, waste no time. Gather the villagers. Make plans.

Tomorrow is World Pasta Day!

How will you celebrate?

Toni 10/24/16


Lignum Draco, a street photographer in Australia  offers this week’s challenge: Share a photo that features H2O, the element of water.

A few years ago I visited Trapani. I still dream about the caldo freddo.



The velvety dark-chocolate topping slowly melts through layers of sweet cream to the coffee and hazelnut gelato underneath. At the bottom of all this, in the underbelly of the bowl, is rum-soaked cake. The generous-sized dish is topped with chopped hazelnuts. And it’s available day and night.

But Trapani is not just about the caldo freddo.  It’s about l’acqua.  The Tyrrhenian Sea spills around the rugged coastline of Sicily’s western edge, deep blue-green and as pristine as the South Pacific.




Nature is the art of God. – Dante Alighieri

Toni 10/9/16



Henry Miller called Greece a joy too deep almost to be remembered.

Ah, the lure of the Aegean.

on the edge of the Aegean


We live at the edge of the miraculous.

Toni 9/10/16