In which the authoress slinks guiltily back to her blog

Ciao, people! I'm alive!

Just barely. No, I kid. I've just been a bit busy. First I was sick for about two weeks, and that was annoying, particularly because the slave driver people at work made me teach even the psycho three year olds (see previous entry on the topic of psycho three year olds) even on the day when I could barely stand up. I resent that, Slave Driver People at Work. Just so you know.

Then I went to Rome for Easter and that was delightful. Much like at carnevale in Venice, there was un sacco di gente (and I just really like that expression). Rome is beautiful and I will perhaps write about that another day.

For now I have to go to work (bah) and before that I think I will eat some lunch. Probably I will stick some cheese on some pane integrale and call it a day. The cheese is part of my new educate-self-about-food campaign, which came about because I don't know anything about food, so I pretty much only ever eat cheese at other people's houses, because that way they have already selected it. And if they happen to mention what kind it is, then I can buy it later, too.

This is a somewhat inefficient method, though, so I decided to try something else. My new strategy is this: walk up to the cheese section in Standa or Esselunga or wherever, select a piece of cheese at random, and hope for the best. So far I have tried Pecorino Romano (actually, someone had already told me that was good), Pecorino Toscano (actually, I meant to buy more of the first, but I wasn't paying attention... but it it was good anyway), and today's selection is Casera Valtellina (DOP... which at least makes me feel all officious about buying it). I shall google it in a moment and let you know how it all works out later.

Hm... I think my throat feels a bit sore. How can this be? Clearly my immune system of steel is a thing of the past. I *knew* I should have just run in the opposite direction when all the materna kids mobbed me yesterday going "tata d'inglese, un bacino! un bacino!" But... I mean... hugs from four-year-olds... how can you resist?