For all of you in the US, I wish a wonderful Thanksgiving Day!
We are far away, but grateful for the chance to spend the day with someone very special
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If you find yourself in New York City, I highly recommend a visit to Mario Batali & Bastianich’s Eataly. I heard about the place even before its grand opening in 2010, but confess I was completely mistaken about it. I thought it was a regular trattoria with the celebrity chef behind it. Nope. It is not. If you’ve been to Paris, think about La Grande Epicerie de Paris, and you’ll be on the right track to grasp what Eataly is all about. In fact, its original location in Turin is simply THE largest Italian market in the world. Mind blowing array of all things food and drink related, from charcuterie to fresh truffles, from wonderful patisseries to freshly made panini and mouth-watering steak sandwiches. That’s what we had for our lunch, by the way, their signature steak sandwich. Nothing could be simpler: thinly sliced rib-eye steak, piled on a sourdough bread drizzled with a touch of a bright green olive oil. The meat was perfectly seasoned, I could taste oregano in the background. Superb. I share a few photos of the place, always crowded and with a very upbeat atmosphere.
First, how about these beautiful full wheels of Parmigiano?
If Parmigiano is not your thing, what’s wrong with you? Ok, fine, taste is a personal thing. You can choose one of these other cheeses (just a small sampling of what the store has to offer)
At this time of the year, Panettone is a must. They had countless brands, from the very traditional with dried fruits and Fiori di Sicilia, to creative departures, like chocolate….

If being around all the food makes you hungry, do not worry. Plenty to choose from…

Top left, their panini station, where you can choose from a big selection of flavors. Top right, espresso to get you pumped up to cruise the huge place. Bottom left, the fantastic steak sandwich stand, where you can have it plain and simple or splurge on their version with truffle butter. Sausage sandwiches are also available there. Bottom right: a spot to savor all things truffle. You read me correctly. In case you are not sure they have the real thing, this is standing nearby.
You can buy amazing seafood… a big selection of oysters is available too.
Impressive offering of charcuterie (again, this is just one small sampling)…

Chocolates, so many flavors I got a bit light-headed, and patisseries… I honestly had to drag myself away….

They also sell wine and other alcoholic beverages, spices, coffee, tea, honey, breads, cookbooks, kitchen stuff, and when we were about to leave I spotted on a corner – get ready for it – a Nutella crepe station. Having just savored a very satisfying steak sandwich, I could not bring myself to order one. In retrospect, it could have been my lunch. Well, we might have to plan another trip to New York City to cross that off my list.
If you find yourself in the Big Apple, make sure to visit Eataly, truly an amazing place!
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This is a post I will write without going back to edit a single word or typo. Bear with me
My Dad had a huge influence on me. He’s been gone for a long, long, time. More than a decade.
If I had one hour with him, just one more hour. This is what I would ask him.
Dad, how did you get into playinhg chess? Who taught you the game? WHy did you start playing and how did you get so good at it?
Dad, can you tell me one thing about you.. one thing you would like to have changed? ONe flaw you regret having? One handicap you wish you had a better grip on?
Dad, I don’t think you had any idea of the impact you had on my life, or how much you influenced me, every single day. If I had one more hour with you, I would tell you. I cannot say I think about you every hour of my life, but that’s because when I think of you it hurts a little. But I think about you a lot. And I miss you . MOre than words can say.
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SE EU TIVESSE UMA HORA
Meu pai teve uma influencia fantástica na minha vida. Ele se foi ha’ muito, muito tempo. Mais de uma década.
Se eu tivesse apenas uma hora a mais com ele, eu perguntaria – Papai, como e’ que voce começou a jogar xadrez? Quem te ensinou a jogar? Por que voce começou a jogar e como se tornou tão bom no jogo?
Me conte uma coisa sobre você. Uma coisa que gostaria de ter mudado. Um defeito, talvez. Algo na sua personalidade que gostaria que tivesse sido diferente, que gostaria de ter de alguma forma modificado.
Eu não sei se você fazia idéia do quanto me influenciou em cada passo da minha vida, a cada dia. Se eu tivesse uma horinha a mais com você, te diria. Eu não posso dizer que penso em você a cada hora da minha vida, porque pensar em você traz um pouco de dor, uma saudade dolorida. Mas o pensamento existe, e’ constante e sinto uma falta que palavras não conseguem definir.
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