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Saturday, October 17, 2009 - THE DICTIONARY OF HONEY NOMAD @ CIVITAVECCHIA

Who's the Beekeeper? And why, sometimes, you can define Nomad? Do you know which is the foraging? And there is never floated the idea that there is a branch of study called melissopalynological?

How to taste, honey? And that has to do Zorro?

Answers to these and other questions can them next Saturday, October 17, 2009, when 18.00 at the Panama Café (New Middle Way, within the service area Erg, Civitavecchia) will be held - as part of the review enogastroletteraria "Food & Book " - the presentation of DICTIONARY OF HONEY NOMADS (Publisher Corraini) in the presence of one of the authors and Maître à penser mielificazione of Italian, Andrea Paternoster .

Following the conversation, which oscillate between anecdotes, technical advice and suggestions of poetic taste and literary connected with the world enclosed in a A (p) and Z, you will practical application tell-9 9-tasting types of honey THUN and sipping a craft brewer of Erika THE BALADIN , accompanied by some finger food the Panama Café .

For Slow Food members the entry cost is 15 €.

For non-members-at least not-yet-, 20 €.

RESERVATION REQUIRED NO LATER THAN WEDNESDAY ' October 14.

How to book:

- call or send an SMS to 3339271610 (FABRIZIO)

- DIAL 0766 503 012 (PANAMA CAFE ')

- SENDING AN EMAIL TO slowfoodcivitavecchia@yahoo.it

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impossible to

Schools of thought, unquestionably, are two.
Some claim that blogging is a serious thing . Open a blog et'impegni to update it. Foodblog and there is a cure that t'avventi on freshly prepared food, if you have not first photographed.
does not hold up during a trip that does not grasp the nuances of food-addicted.

And then some say that blogging is a hobby , and then a post you do only when you really want, and sometimes if you have the desire mica, there -op, no post.
Adopting the philosophy of the first line with the mood of the second it's not easy.

When, for late summer but before it was found in August we had to decide the fate of the studio, me and Clare, had we made a solemn promise.
In September, when maybe (but maybe not) the work would be lowered a bit 'at the Panama Café , she would come back to post some recipe.

In September, when maybe (but also maybe not), White Nights and literary presentations Prospektiva had remained behind and drafts of the novel - which should come out, even out in December and will be titled Katacrash - I had delivered, I'd be back to paint some suggestion brassigastronomica.

What then in some cases maybe not wins.

And then, between the organization hiphoppici-et-Panamanian tour happenings and disquisitori and words already paid or payable in that everything is so damn Gnu , time is not material mica.
And even if there were, do not you make a detour to Buonconvento? You will not grant them Sabina in two days? Do not you go to the movies? Did not you read a book?

Therefore, in our beloved alcove we're always very, very little, very little.
And what's more, there is a seditious tendency to irregularity in the air.
So the studio - although not close, mind you - will be a tantinello less frequent.
not only because of the impossibility of .

You always give it your doorphone.
Maybe some little surprise among his spare time, you can find as well.
Cheers.

[There is no photos on this page is not of that watchful eye - and with a particular obsession for detail - by Maximiliano Chimuris . For a broader overview of some Panamanian hiphoppiche et delicatessen you go without any hesitation here ; gl'exploit for the night owls here your hand, here. Clearly, not refrain affacebookkati].

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of the progress, the return, and living in delay

What then sometimes it happens, it happens every time and it is wonderfully disturbing, on leave the house without giving four turns to latch on to say "Ten minutes and I'm back, and instead maybe you will pull back from the back, two minutes and be out of there, sings like Jovanotti, and escape.
to run back home to throw two things in a suitcase, you do, then we start? , and some who escaped. Three-day-three to Senigallia, tried everything that you have not tried to repeat and even cert'esperienze that are manna for the synapses and the taste buds. Maybe back then, and throw an eye to the studio and say sure that all outstanding leave it, with those fluxes and those tomatoes baked eggplant, away, run away, saying nothing , and I promise to excuse yourself, starting with you itself. But does this caldo, il mare è così invitante, ed il lavoro così asfissiante e copioso, che allora in quei ritagli di tempo di smanettare su blogspot ti va mica, e vai a tuffarti. Oppure t'incastri su un traghetto, li vogliamo passare un paio di giorni in Sardegna , e certo che li vogliamo passare.
Che poi, certe volte, ti senti in colpa, ed allora pensi che sarebbe forse il caso di…, dovremmo certamente. .., ma il cervello macina quei pensieri che sei in traghetto, e poi nuovamente sulla terraferma ci sono le parole dei libri che t’ingabbiano, le foto che ti risucchiano, il semplice passeggiare sui chicchi d’anguria che son meravigliose occupazioni e ci pensi mica, a scrivere something on the blog. You think. But
take pictures, and still photos, sample and write down, raise it notes and try to remember, with mood of those who think that play will be just as exciting to dig into memory to find that flavor, that nuanza, that reflection, that glitter that existed when you were there , and it will be nice to tell you about because it is not imperative dellì'immediatezza deflowered.
So we spent a whole in August to collect fragments heal in a patchwork of September, with the understanding that, from here onwards, we will live in delay, staggered a month. While the grape and the fig tree will begin to hang cercheremo di ricordarci della salsedine che t’incrosta i capelli da Battino a Porto Pozzo, e poi ancora birre stappate e sorseggiate, con calma, senza l’obbligo morale di scapicollarsi a spiattellarle, tutte, d’amblé, le emozioni.
Che poi, certe volte, è figo vivere in delay.

Si rispolverino le stanze del Monolocale, mesdames et messieurs .
E perdonateci il citofono scolorito. Nel frattempo, noialtri s’era a far di queste colazioni…