I’m actually on a Western Maryland Scenic Railroad trip with my Mom and sisters today, so I won’t be checking in until this evening, if we have Internet. The last time we went on a train trip, we were in the mountains with no Internet connection. So, we’ll see. We will be home tomorrow afternoon.
In the meantime, I hope you all talk about what you’re reading, and I hope the weather is unimpressive this week.
I actually have several books I want to read right now, but I’ve read the first chapter in Stanley Tucci’s new book, so I’ll mention that. It’s perfect timing for What I Ate In One Year because it starts out with a month in Italy when he was filming “The Conclave”, the current movie. I like Tucci, and I really like food, so this will be fun.
Food has always been an integral part of Stanley Tucci’s life: from stracciatella soup served in the shadow of the Pantheon, to marinara sauce cooked between scene rehearsals and costume fittings, to home-made pizza eaten with his children before bedtime. Now, in What I Ate in One Year Tucci records twelve months of eating—in restaurants, kitchens, film sets, press junkets, at home and abroad, with friends, with family, with strangers, and occasionally just by himself. Ranging from the mouth-wateringly memorable to the comfortingly domestic and to the infuriatingly inedible, the meals memorialised in this diary are a prism for him to reflect on the ways his life, and his family, are constantly evolving. Through food he marks—and mourns—the passing of time, the loss of loved ones, and steels himself for what is to come.
What about you? What are you reading this week? I’ll try to catch up on Friday evening! In the meantime, talk amongst yourselves, please.
I have not read much this week as yet more medical appointments. Cardiologist tomorrow, with another test, so sleeping is not going to happen much tonight.
In good news, I submitted my second short story this month. Don’t have much hope of getting in at either place, but at least I took my shot.
Still working on reading the Sex and Violins anthology.
And, in weather, it is too damn hot. Low 90s is nonsense.
In sports, the Dallas Cowboys stink because the owner and GM, Jerry Jones, is a moron.
In traffic, the roads are a mess because of construction and fools that can’t figure out how to drive.