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Hello God!

Thank You for my cone of stracciatella I am licking now! As for me and it has deep roots from my childhood true Spring begins from a cone of ice-cream without a threat of laryngitis.

Vanilla ice cream with small, delicious shreds of dark chocolate – mmmm, it is mouthwatering. With this epitome of perfect taste I am happy to invite you in Bergamo, Northern Italy, where the door to the single place where you can try original taste of Stracciatella Gelato opens!

Stracciatella

Gelato is the Italian word for ice cream, derived from the Latin word “gelātus” (meaning frozen). What differentiates gelato from ice cream is its dense, yet super creamy texture. This is mainly the result of two things: gelato is churned so that very little air is incorporated, so it’s less fluffy than ice cream; two, gelato at the gelaterias is stored at a higher temperature than most ice cream, so even though its dense it doesn’t freeze solid – like many ice creams left too long in the freezer.

La Marianna

The story of Stracciatella Gelato begins here on Largo Colle aperto 2/4, Bergamo, in cafe “La Marianna”. Please, come in and seat at the table you like.

“La Marianna” is a strong family-run business, and in Italy it means that father has unlimited power to involve his children to help than to live by the business. Enrico Panattoni, the youngest son, was responsible for stirring eggs in the soup-like dish called “Stracciatella”. “Stracciare” means “to shred” or “to tear up” in Italian and, indeed, that is how the soup looks after stirring some beaten eggs with some cheese in a good chicken broth.

Gelateria

The soup was the main dish in the menu of “La Marianna” in 60’s. The cafe was mecca for “Stracciatella” soup. But Enrico Panattoni was sad – every customer wanted to eat only the soup.

“It seems I have to stir eggs for the end of my life” he thinks even not asking a new client what he or she would like to order. Enrico was sure all clients want to eat this damn soup!

Ice Cream House

It happened in April in 1961. A girl had changed everything! This girl in a silk vanilla color blouse and dark chocolate-brown skirt in soft cream suede ballerina shoes opened “La Marianna”s door and Miracle had smiled to Enrico! He floated in her eyes and he knew she would not order the soup. She would order something different. “I would like, mmm, I want, I will, ge-la-to. Yeas, I would like a cone of gelato” the girl made her choice.

“Tuk, tuk, tuk – I hear every beat of my heart” Enrico happily noticed. “My dream, my old dream is on the way to its realization. Today I am going to present my creation. This girl will try my Stracciatella Gelato!”

Spring Cream

After various and repeated experiments in tight secret from father, Enrico Panattoni created a particular gelato. His method of “drizzling in” melted chocolate creates the characteristic shreds – when melted chocolate hits the cold vanilla ice cream base it immediately hardens and breaks into small, brittle shreds – which are dispersed throughout the ice cream during the churning. The melted chocolate just remember the egg congeals into the boiling broth of the soup “Stracciatella”.

“You have to give a name to this delight and then … why not call it as one of the most popular dish of the restaurant “La Marianna”, “Stracciatella”?” happy Enrico had just prepared the cone of his creation to the girl.

Happy Cream

The girl was beautiful. April tender breeze was playing in her hairs and her lips had touched the cone of gelato – Enrico’s creation! Do you know what happened with the girl and Enrico? For romantic Italian boy the lips which tried his creation at the first time became the single lips he kissed every day in their happy marriage.

Enrico Panattoni held tightly the original recipe, which is still a family secret – no patent, no copyright, people arrive to “La Marianna” to try “Vera Stracciatella”!

Stracciatella Gelato prepared according to the original recipe here. That Stracciatella which is still produced with vertical machines (the famous Carpigiani L40 with tinned copper bell and wet brine) with simple ingredients such as fresh milk, egg yolks, sugar, cream, gelatin and alginate sodium as a stabilizer. Chocolate coverage today is the Lindt dark chocolate with 58% cocoa.

I strongly recommend to buy a cone of Stracciatella Gelato in the nearest gelateria. You will understand what I am telling here about. Thank You for your pleasure!

Happy gelato weekend!

Hello God!

Thank You for the 1st day of April. I invite you to celebrate today in charming French custom concerning this holiday.

AprilFish

The story goes that in 1564, King Charles IX of France passed the Edict of Roussillon, decreeing that henceforth the year would begin on January 1, instead of April 1. But some people failed to hear about the change and continued to celebrate the New Year on April 1. Therefore, people played pranks on them, making them April fools.

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In France the fish is the primary symbol of April Fool’s Day. The association with fish is a bit enigmatic, but likely has its origin in the plentitude of young and easy-to-capture fish found in their rivers in April.

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During that time, the 1st of April coincided with the end of Lent when the Church forbade Christians to eat meat. Fish was tolerated and was often used in the offering of gifts for the New Year.

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Ha, ha, ha “April Fish!” I have tagged a paper fish on your back and we are happily laughing with French children and adults who are tricking each other in the same way.

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Undrinkable juice I have prepared by adding gelatine,

I caramelised an onions instead of an apples,

I added green colour in the pack of milk,

Today is April Fish Day! Let’s celebrate!

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You know to see happy laughing eyes of my family and friends is the greatest happiness I can imagine and wish for myself and for you!

I invite you to share our today’s laughing by watching The Cat Concerto. Jerry is the Master of a pranks!

Happy April Fish/Fool’s Day!

Hello God!

Thank You for this possibility to play the Game. We live in the digital world and the Game called Life runs by numbers and codes. The wi-fi sport in my apartment are spreading the waves of Internet and the avatar of Glorialana is online. We are all online and we are all in the Game. Numbers are the filed of our game and every thought, emotion, even every blink of eyes have the code, unique and specific code.

Last week was tough. The crash of Germanwings plane in the French Alps with 150 people on board was activated by the code of the number of the flight  – 4U9525. This code is about the conscious or unconscious will to kill. The plane’s co-pilot, Andreas Lubitz, was the matrix of the concentrated pure code 4U9525.

And we are all responsible for building this matrix.

Almost Time

Activating of the code starts from the very beginning. Pregnancy is often portrayed as a time of great joy, but that’s not the reality for all women. At least one in ten pregnant women suffers from bouts of depression.

“Should I keep a baby if he does not love and support me? Am I good enough for a baby? I afraid what my parents say!” – billion of negative voices of pregnant women together with their doubtful partners make the code to circulate. The program of the will to kill 4U9525 is loading. We are building the matrix …

Addy

Let’s go farther. Parent is keeping hand of his child in one hand and a bottle of vodka in another. He is drunk, he is alcoholic. Do you ever feel ashamed, embarrassed or confused about your parent’s drinking? Could you remember what the main emotion you felt is? I remember – hate.

Child’s heart does not know any compromises. His hate is the most powerful trigger of the code of the will to kill 4U9525.

Butterfly Effect

“Hurry on!!! How long am I going to wait for you! You are as ugly as tortilla I want to kick by my foot!!!” screaming mother pushes her little son when he has stopped to feel a butterfly’s wings on his cheek. Instead he feels a tears on his cheek, he is an ugly tortilla, mother said.

“Mother is always right – I do not deserve her love, I am bad”, hopeless and helpless were born in a child’s brain. The code of the will to kill 4U9525 is activated.

Smiles

Every thought has the price. Every voice has the code.

We are responsible for building the matrix of the will to kill – 4U9525. Andreas Lubitz is our own creation and reflection. Sorry, but we have to face it and to understand that we are powerful to build a different matrixes with the codes of love, appreciation, tenderness, understanding whatever we choose.

Light as Air

We live in the Game where numbers are the field of everything. Please remember about the code 4U9525. 150 lives are the price of our memory.

Just breath and count 1-2-3 when some negative thought or emotion penetrates in your brain, and create a code of love! Together we shall build a matrixes you see here on the pictures by Sienna Morris drawing in numberism technique. We live by numbers and codes and draw with its our beautiful works of art in our Game called Life.

Thank You for your beautiful smiling eyes, we have just created a new code of joy.

Hello God!

Thank You for Hope about different world. We know nothing about this world but it exists – we hope. Terry Pratchett went to unknown Universe just a couple hours ago. He died “with his cat sleeping on his bed, surrounded by his family” – I am reading in TheGuardian with a deep sadness in my heart.

Why we are sad if we know and have hope about existence of the Universe of Somewhere?

Terry

I have stumbled upon on the fascinating divine synchronisation when I thought about Terry and his influence on my life I have found these paintings by Victor Nizovtsev.

Here I recognise Terry and the Universe of Somewhere he is in now.

Dream in Somewhere

I have heard of a place called Somewhere

But did not knew where it can be…

Divine white Swan delivered you in perfect time,

No doubts. You know it now.

Moon

The Moon had lived in your old portmanteau

Before you were delivered here.

You change the Sky with your stairway.

The Moon happily sparkles in Somewhere.

Sweet Cupcakes

Sweet cupcakes dusted with sugar of your dreams

Are shining in every reading eyes,

Our fantasy world you realised and for you

Somewhere is not a Surprise!

Stars in here

Harvest of Stars you joyfully collect

In a bag as big as your heart

With angelic help, you remember,

You always wrote about Somewhere.

Sweet onion

We are crying, of course, on the Earth,

We are chopping onion here.

Your books stay with us and we are happy –

We know something about Somewhere!

 

Good Bye, Terry Pratchett! Have a happy and adventurous trip in the Universe of Somewhere!

Hello God!

Thank You for Spring. “The World is very old; but every Spring it grows young again…” We are all young and lucky to live and feel the Joy of Spring!

Let’s celebrate the season of new hope and of new beginning! I have chosen some dresses by the House of Dior, of course, because who has doubts in that Dior created Woman? We are going to whirl in a waltz by brilliant Johann Strauss in a beautiful dresses. And a happy Voice of Spring is really sweet and promising!

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The lark rises into the blue,
the mellow wind mildly blowing;
his lovely mild breath revives
and kisses the field, the meadow.

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Spring in all its splendour rises,
ah, all hardship is over,
sorrow becomes milder,
good expectations,
the belief in happiness returns;
sunshine, you warm us,
ah, all is laughing, oh,oh awakes!

May

A fountain of songs is rising,
who has been silent for too long;
from the brush sounds clear and light
the sweet voice again!

Green Silk Dress
Ah, gently the nightingale lets
stream the first notes,
so as not to disturb the queen;
hush, all you other singers!

Dior Cocktail

More powerful soon chimes her sweet voice.
Oh, soon, oh, oh soon!
Ah……..

Spring Waltz is in air, dance it with me and enjoy the beating of our heart! I love your eyes with sparkling blue and green vibrations synchronised with the rhythm of the music. We are whirling in waltz…

Thank You for dance and inspiration and have a happy Spring!

Hello God!

Thank You for miraculous metamorphosis we are in every moment of our being. Today we have a wonderful possibility to observe a fascinating transformation of my friend Lilith Snail. Vivid pictures by Josees Cofet  animate my story.

The old botanical book

Lilith Snail is an intellectual woman. She is well educated. Two University diplomas and Doctor’s Degree in Biology prove that she is typically bluestocking. She spends her life in a libraries and laboratories. At this very moment she is writing an article about pollination for a serious scientific conference. Big intellectual boss is waiting for her thesis.

I tell you his secret – he likes Lilith but he thinks she is so far from any “likes” and “loves”. He frightens. And he is her boss. Big intellectual boss can not afford banal romance with Doctor in (what the horror!) a working place.

Pollination

She writes: “Pollination is the process by which pollen is transferred from the anther (male part) to the stigma (female part) of the plant, thereby enabling fertilization and reproduction. This takes place in the angiosperms, the flower bearing plants…” And tears are rolling down on her notebook. What does scientific society know about pollination? What does He know about the subject?

Love

“The Kiss is the Big Bang! We are all here because of the kiss” she is writing in the article. Her heart are ready to jump out from her chest but she wants, she desires Him to know about her feelings. “Oh, I am real bluestocking, I have completely forgot about Valentine’s Day! It is tomorrow! My article is Valentine’s card to him” she is in agitation. “It is diplomatic and intellectual way to open my heart. And it is absolutely safe, in every case I can say innocently “it is just a joke”. Thank you, Saint Valentinius, for this opportunity!” she is falling asleep in a happy dreams about their happy love.

Metamorphosis of a snail

Lilith is in bloom now. Their love story will begin tomorrow. Fascinating metamorphosis of Dr. Snail has happened.

You know I am going to send my Valentine’s card to my love. I do hope you are writing a poem on a heart-shaped card now. Saint Valentine promises the Metamorphosis to all of us.

By the the way, metamorphosis, in biology, striking change of form or structure in an individual after hatching or birth. We were born, we were born because of the Kiss! Do you remember?

Happy Valentine’s Day!

 

Hello God!

Thank You for Carmen. By Your Great Inspiration Prosper Merimee had created Carmen on the paper and Georges Biset had inhaled the Soul to her! What’s the brilliance of melody, harmony, atmosphere and orchestration! Carmen is a rare rose, she breathes with every drops of the rain of Love, true Love she exists because of.

Carmen lives in Seville. And you know the International Flamenco Fashion Show has opened there. You are lucky if you are in Seville until 8 February – you can see this fantastic show.

La Habanera is for today!

Models present creations from Vicky Martin Berrocal during the International Flamenco Fashion Show in Seville

When will I love you?
My Lord, I don’t know,
Maybe never, maybe tomorrow.
But not today, that’s for sure.

Siviglia, le sfilate dell'International Flamenco Fashion Show

Love is a rebellious bird
That none can tame,
And it is well in vain that one calls it
If it suits him to refuse
Nothing to be done, threat or prayer.
The one talks well, the other is silent;
And it’s the other that I prefer
He says nothing but he pleases me.

Siviglia, le sfilate dell'International Flamenco Fashion Show

Love! Love! Love! Love!

Love is a gypsy’s child,
It has never, never known the law;
If you do not love me, I love you;
If I love you, take guard yourself!

Passion

The bird you hoped to catch
Beat its wings and flew away …
Love is far, you can wait for it
You no longer await it, there it is.

All around you, swift, swift,
It comes, goes, then it returns …
You think to hold it fast, it flees you
You think to flee it, it holds you.

Siviglia, le sfilate dell'International Flamenco Fashion Show

Love! Love! Love! Love!

Love is a gypsy’s child,
It has never, ever, known a law;
Love me not, then I love you;
If I love you, you’d best beware!

Thank you for sharing with me my fascination of Carmen. I love your smile – I am here to see and feel a sparkles in your eyes. Today the sparkles are from Spain!

 

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