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Pasta all Norma | A Couple Cooks

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#food #italian #pasta #pasta all norma #dinner #lunch #recipe #savory #recipes #pastas #main dish #main dishes

[sacrilegiousoul]

Tag 5 of your favorite blogs/mutuals and pass it on

Top 5 movies: Where The Wild Things Are, Ponyo, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Twilight, the Witch

Top 5 albums: Sempiternal by Bring Me The Horizon, All Hail by Norma Jean, Lungs by Florence + The Machine, Redeemer by Norma Jean, and Preachers Daughter by Ethel Cain

Top 5 songs: Darkness Within by Machine Head, Hospital For Souls by BMTH, Careen by Norma Jean, Silhouettes by Of Monsters and Men, Go With The Flow by Queens of the Stone Age

Top 5 foods: fries, chicken and dumplings, slim jims, lima beans, and pasta

Top 5 favorite things: my girlfriend, my dog, my Polaroid camera, the notebook my girlfriend got me on our first meet, anything made by my grandma

I’m tagging @hospitalwaste @awf00l @lesbianhysteria @lesbianjudasiscariot @lethaurgy @zombipuke @furrowfilthe and tagged by @folklown <3

#I’m always afraid to interact lmao blegh! #but please let’s get to know each other #I’m an actual 0 irl friend haver LMAO #I should start trying to Put myself Out there I guess #here I am!! 21 and gay!!! seeking friends :)

[sciatu]

MILAZZO - BAIA DEL TONO

Partendo da Milazzo in autobus, si raggiunge facilmente il lato che guarda verso Palermo di quella lunga striscia di terra protesa verso nord che è Capo Milazzo. Su questo lato, da cui è possibile vedere le Eolie e l’Etna, vi è una lunga spiaggia amata dal sole che prosegue dritta e chiara fino a finire in un golfo formato dal piegarsi verso ovest dell’alta collina che costituisce il Capo. Dopo quella curva, la scogliera prosegue alta e scoscesa, formando qua e là insenature e spiaggette fino ad arrivare alla punta estrema del capo per poi piegarsi verso sud a formare l’altro lato del lungo promontorio. Su questo lato, ricco di uliveti e lunghi filari di uva da cui nasce il Mamertino, solo poche case, immerse in grandi giardini circondati da bouganville rosse o arancione e palme dall’esili forme. La lunga spiaggia sul lato ovest è quindi l’unica parte dove è possibile fare quell’oziosa attività che consiste nel prendere il sole e nuotare nelle acque calde e trasparenti del mare. Dove la lunga spiaggia finisce c’è la baia del Tono o, come è chiamata in siciliano “a N’ Gonia”, parola derivata dal greco che vuol dire semplicemente “l’angolo”. La baia del Tono era la parte terminale della più grande tonnara del lato nord della Sicilia, attività cruenta dove centinaia di tonni venivano uccisi per garantire la sopravvivenza della popolazione costiera. Di tutto quel dolore e sangue che si perdeva nelle acque marine non è rimasto nulla. Pigramente ci si lascia bruciare dal sole attendendo l’ora di pranzo per mangiare a prezzi modici nei vari stabilimenti balneari un delizioso piatto di paste con le sarde o alla norma. Verso sera il cielo si accende in tramonti che tolgono il fiato e stupiscono per l’assoluta bellezza.

Leaving from Milazzo by bus, you can easily reach the side facing Palermo of that long strip of land extending northwards which is Capo Milazzo. On this side, from which it is possible to see the Aeolian Islands and Etna, there is a long beach loved by the sun which continues straight and clear until it ends in a gulf formed by the high hill that forms the Cape bending towards the west. After that curve, the cliff continues high and steep, forming here and there inlets and small beaches until it reaches the extreme point of the cape and then bends towards the south to form the other side of the long promontory. On this side, full of olive groves and long rows of grapes from which the Mamertino wine is born, only a few houses, immersed in large gardens surrounded by red or orange bougainvillea and palm trees with slender shapes. The long beach on the west side is therefore the only part where it is possible to do that idle activity which consists of sunbathing and swimming in the warm and transparent waters of the sea. Where the long beach ends is the Tono bay or, as it is called in Sicilian "a N' Gonia", a word derived from the Greek which simply means "the corner". The Tono bay was the terminal part of the largest tuna fishery on the north side of Sicily, a bloody activity where hundreds of tuna were killed to ensure the survival of the coastal population. Of all that pain and blood that was lost in the marine waters there is nothing left. You let yourself be burned by the sun while waiting for lunchtime to eat a delicious plate of pasta with sardines or alla norma at reasonable prices in the various bathing establishments. Towards evening the sky lights up in sunsets that take your breath away and amaze you with their absolute beauty.

#sciatu #sicilia #sicily #seaside #spiagge #il viaggio

[theseshipsshallsail]

Summary:

Today had been exhausting. To put it mildly. A thick layer of snow enveloped the Upper East Side when Oliver left for work; extending his regular ten minute commute to a miserable, half-hour schlep. His office radiator was on the fritz - everyone and everything demanded his undivided attention - and to make matters worse, he’d skipped lunch entirely due to an irate phone call from his parents.

HEAD ABOVE WATER (IN THE EYE OF THE STORM)

There’s a wash-thin t-shirt from his pre-grad days draped over the dresser mirror: one of several incorporated into Elio’s casual wardrobe since his much-anticipated move to the States. A Yawn is the Body’s Silent Scream it declares in faded, vinyl lettering, yet when Oliver’s jaw cracks twice in as many minutes the bone-deep contentment that follows feels nothing short of euphoric as he smothers the sound in the petal-soft skin of his boyfriend’s freckled forearm. 

To his right, a constant drip-drip-drip emanates from the brownstone’s fire escape. An occasional heavy gust rattles the frosted panes. As with most evenings, next door’s television drones low and muffled beyond the party wall, but their bedroom itself remains a bastion of calm: silent, by and large, save for the unbroken susurrus of their steady inhalations. 

The ubiquitous creak of worn-out box springs. 

The lub-dub ballad of the adagio heartbeat cushioning his cheek, soothing him into a trance-like inertia.

Elio doesn’t mind, however. Not if his indulgent chuckle is any indication. Just carries on humming his latest composition whilst weaving those clever fingers through Oliver’s sweat-damp hair: holding him like he’s the most precious thing in the world.

“Close your eyes, amore mio,” he whispers at length; each caress an unspoken reassurance in the marginal space between them. “You’ve earned it, no?”

“I shouldn’t…” Oliver mutters, receiving a stubble-rough kiss to his muzzy forehead. “Those Ontology papers -”

“Aren’t due back ‘til Monday,” Elio reminds him: headstrong as always. “And you’ll have all weekend to grade them, regardless.” 

An admirable proposal: though easier said than done with such welcome distractions.

Today had been exhausting. To put it mildly. A thick layer of snow enveloped the Upper East Side when Oliver left for work; extending his regular ten minute commute to a miserable, half-hour schlep. His office radiator was on the fritz - everyone and everything demanded his undivided attention - and to make matters worse, he’d skipped lunch entirely due to an irate phone call from his parents. 

They still haven't forgiven him for cancelling his engagement. For refusing to be railroaded into the status quo. He’d honestly thought himself immune to their bigoted condemnation, but listening to his father rant about selfish perversions soon rendered his appetite nonexistent, and by the time he’d limped back to their Morningside apartment - feet throbbing, migraine building, throat scraped raw by the frigid, December air - Oliver would be the first to admit he was circling the proverbial drain.  

In any event, the rich aroma of basil and marinara greeted him like a warm hug when he locked the front door behind him; Mafalda having gifted them a folder of handwritten recipes to combat the mostruosità ingrassante of American cuisine. Elio - wearing the blue-and-white sweater Oliver’d purchased in Sicily - was curled up on the couch with a German copy of Don Quixote, yet shimmying free of his blanket burrito the shameless clothes thief marked his place in the dog-eared pages, returned the novel to their brimming bookcase, then pointed imperiously at the kitchen table.

“Siediti,” he’d commanded, ushering him into the nearest chair. 

“Eat,” he’d implored, plating up some Pasta alla Norma before pouring a glass of wine. 

Straightaway, Oliver’s stomach growled like one of Pavlov’s dogs, and grabbing his fork he’d speared a chunk of roasted eggplant - groaning in undisguised relief when Elio set about removing his water-logged shoes and socks as he offloaded his petty grievances between absent-minded bites. 

He has a vague recollection of downing the leftover pinot in a single swallow. 

Of an unwavering grip urging him to stand: guiding his leaden limbs towards the moonlit bedroom. 

His memories grow a little clearer after that, and Oliver smiles as he nuzzles the dusky peak of Elio’s nipple; breath escaping on a sigh when a calloused thumb skims the ridge of his gently rising rib cage. Smiles even wider at the blatant reminder of oil-slick palms bestowing a tender massage. The feathery brush of bee-stung lips mouthing southwards that preceded a truly exquisite orgasm.

He’d offered up a grumbling protest at Elio’s insistence he need not reciprocate - though Heaven knows he was far too drained to actually try - and snaking both arms around his partner’s slender waist he’d melted into a boneless embrace; arching like a satisfied tomcat as ghostly fingertips mapped the crest of his liquified spine.

“You’re out for the count,” Elio murmurs then, tracing the curve of his ticklish earlobe. The mottled birthmark adorning his shoulder. “So do as I say, d’accord? Rest. Récupérer. Let me take care of you for once…” 

Again, he means to argue. And very nearly does. But the Hispanic rhythms of their lively neighbourhood aren’t the only things dulled by the unseasonal blizzard, and as Oliver’s muted senses drag him further under, he finds himself immeasurably grateful for the man who’s no longer a dream.

No longer a memory.

His Elio. His malakh. The other half of his earthbound soul.

#cmbyn fanfic #call me by your name #elio x oliver #timothée chalamet #armie hammer

[stormyoceans]

Ok then top 5 pasta SAUCES!!

SFJKSHFKGSKDGSJ ALRIGHT!!!!!!!!!

1. carbonara. love and light to all but carbonara is made with only 5 essential ingredients: guanciale, pecorino, egg yolks, black pepper, and spaghetti. you take out or change any one of these, then it’s no longer carbonara. i have no doubt it tastes great anyway, it’s just not carbonara. and carbonara is SACRED.

2. pesto alla genovese. fresh pesto made with a mortar and pestle is quite possibly the closest thing to heaven i can imagine. it's absolutely perfect as a pasta sauce (you HAVE TO use trofie as a pasta shape), but my guilty pleasure is to simply eat it by itself on a bruschetta. it’s just THAT good.

3. sugo al pomodoro. tomato sauce may sounds too simple considering all the different kind of ingredients you can pair with pasta, but sometimes nothing is quite as good and comforting as simplicity. this one is also the most versatile sauce of all because it goes well with pretty much any pasta shape.

4. aglio, olio e peperoncino. even simpler than tomato sauce, you literally need only 3 simple ingredients to make this, as the name suggests: garlic, extra virgin olive oil, and red pepper. pair it up with spaghetti, pour yourself a glass of white wine to go along with it, and you basically have my go to comfort dinner.

5. pasta alla norma. possibly named after the title character of an opera by vincenzo bellini, this pasta pairs tomato sauce with fried eggplant and salted ricotta cheese for an explosion of flavours that could make everyone swoon, even people who usually don’t like eggplants. TRUST ME.

#this would probably anger so many italians since i left out ragú and amatriciana BUT I STAND WITH WHAT I SAID #thank you so much for asking this karen!!!!!!! #hope you're having a wonderful day!!!!!! 💜 #my top 5 #m: ask #cw food

[lorirwritesfanfic]

Comfortable

Book: The Royal Romance/Heir Pairing: Liam Rys x MC (Jade) Rating: G Word count: 1190 Reading time: ~5min Summary: During the royal couple's honeymoon, Liam receives a request from his wife that will give her a chance to see a bit more of the King's carefree side and a hidden skill. Based on the prompt: @kingliamappreciationweek day three: foodie/baklava

Author’s note:

Jade Bourbon is a creation of this author. The others characters are owned by Pixelberry Studios;

I've been dying to write Liam cooking since he told MC he can cook. And I know he said that while they were traveling to US and not during their honeymoon, but at this point, who cares about following canon anyway? 🤭

Thank you @lizzybeth1986 and @sazanes for hosting another King Liam Appreciation Week. I'll gladly take any opportunities to write Liam ❤

A salty breeze caressed Liam's face as he flipped the pages of Cordonia's most prestigious newspaper while waiting for his wife to join him. These first few days of honeymoon had been like a stepping into paradise. He couldn't deny it was partially because Jade asked him not to read or watch the news, or think too much about work. However, he wasn't sure if he knew how to disconnect from himself from royal duties for too long.

He scoffed and shook his head. Reading the news wasn't work. He simply wanted to know what was going on in the world, like any regular person would do. There was no harm in that.

"Thank you, Javier! Have a nice day!" Jade beamed as she hung up the phone and approached Liam, leaning over to kiss Liam's cheek.

The king put down the newspaper to study his wife's features for a moment. "You seem giddy."

"I am," Jade said as she sat on Liam's lap and encircled an arm around his neck. "Javier just left with his wife, but he confirmed the pantry and fridge are fully stocked again with everything we need."

"That's good news. I see you already have something in mind for our lunch."

She nodded with a grin.

"What's the menu, my love?"

"Do you remember when the chef made us pasta alla norma for dinner three days ago and you said you knew how to make a mean spaghetti alla carbonara?"

"I do."

"Do you also remember you said we'd have more time alone together without the entire royal staff breathing on our necks?"

"Hm… I see where this conversation is going…"

"Good. Because we are all alone now and the chef already left everything ready for you to prepare us pasta carbonra."

"Did he?" He arched an eyebrow.

"He insisted on staying to cook, of course. But I assured him His Royal Majesty is fully capable of making a mean carbonara," she said, toying with the collar of his shirt.

The king chuckled. "As usual, you make a very compelling speech, my queen."

"Thank you." Jade kissed the tip of his nose, stood up, then reached for Liam's hands. "Now will you leave that newspaper behind and march that beautiful hiney of yours to the kitchen to prepare lunch for us?"

"Now? But I haven't read the international news section yet."

The queen narrowed her eyes and snatched the newspaper from his hand. "You're not supposed to read anything involving news. How did you get ahold of this anyway?"

"I don't know…" He gave his shoulders, feigning innocence. "It was right here next to a glass of grape juice when I came out here."

"It was Bastien, wasn't it? Ugh…"

Liam stood up, hiding a smile as he kissed her temple. "Let's not think about this now… How about we go to the kitchen and gather everything for our lunch?"

"Fine… It's not like he's here so I can kick him in the shins…" Jade grumbled.

Chuckling, the king then guided his wife to the kitchen.

As soon as the couple walked in, Liam inspected the ingredients neatly arranged on the counter, got an apron and fished his cellphone out his pocket to search for the pasta carbonara recipe just in case he forgot anything.

"I guess the chef did leave everything ready…" Jade glanced at the grated parmesan cheese and pancetta already chopped.

"He did." Liam placed his phone on a holder and reached for the pepper mill to season the egg yolks.

"Aw…" The queen frowned slightly. "I was hoping to help."

"You can prepare us a salad," Liam said he mixed the eggs, parmesan and pepper with a fork.

"I can do that."

As the king placed the bowl with the eggs mixture aside to turn on the stove burner, the sound of his wife huffing in annoyance reached his ears. "Is something wrong?"

"The chef left us a Caesar salad and dessert."

"You could make us something to drink," he suggested. "It's unfair that even Bertrand had a chance to drink a cocktail you made."

"Is it?" She asked, kissing his cheek. "I'll prepare us as many cocktails you want, love. How about margaritas?"

"Excellent choice, my darling!" He answered as he inspected the consistency of the pasta.

As the king busied himself with flavouring the oil with garlic then stirring the pancetta, he sensed a pair of attentive brown eyes gazing at him. He had lost count of how many times his eyes followed her every move. Jade was a fascinating woman. How couldn't he? Yet, it didn't occured to him she would do the same.

"You know your way around the kitchen," she began.

"I do. I used to watch my mother cooking sometimes. She liked cooking. And she was really good at it."

"Oh?"

"She made all kinds of homemade food. Soup, pasta, pie, cake… Everything she cooked smelled so good. It was impossible to resist peeking," he mused while tossing the spaghetti into the pan for it to absorb the flavour of the pancetta before placing it aside again.

"I get the feeling," she mumbled as she gazed at him and idly rubbing a wedge of lime on the rim of a coupe glass.

"How are our margaritas going?"

The queen was suddenly pulled out of trance and turned her attention to the drink. After dipping the glass into a plate with salt, she added a few ice cubes to the cocktail shaker, closed it and began to shake it.

"Almost done!"

"I see." A smile played on his lips as he seasoned the cooking water with pepper then added the eggs mixture.

"Hey, I can multitask!" Jade protested.

Her eyes then followed Liam adding more cooking water and gently cooking the mixture until it looked glossy.

"I just never seen you do anything like this before…"

"Setting up a tent for you in the French Alps doesn't count?" He asked, glancing at his wife from the corner of his eye as he placed the spaghetti back into the frying pan to coat it with the mixture.

"This is different."

"How?"

"I don't know… You look so focused, but at the same time, relaxed."

His brows went up in response. Very few people knew he could prepare some dishes. It was odd, yet surprising, that in just a few minutes she already knew how comfortable he was whenever he cooked.

"I am relaxed now that it's finally ending and we didn't end up with scrambled eggs and pasta instead."

Giggling, Jade encircled her arms around him, resting her head on his back. "I still think you did amazing. The pasta already smells heavenly."

"Thank you, my love." He lifted one of her hands to his lips to kiss it. "I hope you like how it tastes. I haven't cooked for anyone in a long time."

"Really?"

"I think Leo still was the crown prince when I made us pain perdu after a Beaumont Bash to celebrate Maxwell's birthday."

"How did you even manage to follow a recipe after a Beaumont Bash?"

"One glass of water for every glass of any alcoholic beverage."

"Very wise of you."

"I have my moments."

The couple shared knowing look and laughed.

"Are our margaritas ready?"

"Just waiting for us to set up the table and dig in."

Once he finally added more cheese to the pasta, the royal couple set up the kitchen island for lunch, took their seats and clung their glasses of margarita before starting their meal.

#choices fanfic #the royal romance #the royal heir #liam rys #liam x mc #kingliamappreciationweek #lorirwritesfanfic #lorircreates

[whump-card]

I'm baaaaaaaaack!

Introducing: Sunless Lives Interludes!

Interludes are canonical but not-super-plot-relevant scenes. The number indicates where in the timeline they fall, or when they can safely be read without spoilers.

I am now taking prompts for these! I've never taken prompts before, I'm excited to know what people want expanded upon, or what character interactions you want to see. This one might be fluff, but they don't all have to be!

Without further preamble, here's Interlude 10.1: He Was a Joth.

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“I was thinking. I told you my life story. Now I want to hear yours.”

Simon smiled at Matthew brightly, unphased by his mention of that dark night when he had poured his trauma out for Matthew. They sat cross-legged together on Simon’s floor, leaning against the couch and eating pasta alla norma that Matthew had made.

“Like, how did you learn how to cook?” Simon continued, taking a bite.

“My mom,” Matthew said, somewhat hesitantly. Simon glanced at him, sensing he’d stumbled upon a sore spot, but Matthew shrugged.

“I always cooked with her when I was little. She’s Italian - like, actually Italian, and she moved back to Italy when my parents divorced when I was…” He squinted, dredging up the dates. “Eleven, I think? I didn’t see her for a while, which was hard, but once I was old enough to travel alone I started flying out to see her every other year. Still do. We’re okay I guess, not super close anymore.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s alright. But yeah, I learned a lot of cooking from her, and it’s remained an interest of mine. I took culinary classes as an elective in college.”

Simon lifted a pasta-laden fork.

“Did they also teach you exclusively Italian dishes?” he smirked.

“No!” Matthew said, humorously overdefensive, “I just like Italian cooking.”

Simon giggled, which made Matthew flush red.

“What were you like as a kid?” Simon asked next.

“As a little kid, boring,” said Matthew, “I liked cars and airplanes and pretending to be a VIU agent.”

“Cute.”

“Then I did get a little weird when I was a teenager.”

Simon’s eyes lit up.

“Weird how?”

“Well, I was sad about my mom leaving, and I was starting to have feelings about boys, so I got really moody, and… kinda emo. Kinda goth.” Matthew couldn’t help but smile.

Simon leaned forward with a delighted grin.

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m not! And the extra weird part was that I was this massive football player too, so I was living this double life where I would leave football practice to go headbang in some kid’s garage.”

“So you were a goth and a jock. A joth, if you will.” Simon cackled, “You know what, I see it, you still wear all black most of the time.”

“Oh my God,” Matthew groaned, “And there are these pictures of me with my goth friends where it’s a gaggle of twiggy little teens and then just me, looming like emo Hulk in the background.”

Simon nearly choked on his food.

“I need to see those pictures.”

“You will, you will!” Matthew promised, “When you meet my dad, he’ll show you albums full of embarrassing shit.”

Simon stilled.

“You want me to meet your dad?”

“Uh, yeah?” Matthew said, like it was obvious.

“We’ve only been dating for like, two weeks.” Simon smiled shyly.

“You don’t have to meet him if you don’t want to.”

“No, I want to, I just…” Simon wiggled his shoulders and grinned. “You like meee,” he gloated.

“Duh.” Matthew leaned forward and Simon eagerly met him with a quick kiss. They stayed there nose-to-nose for a moment, just smiling at each other, before Matthew sat back and asked:

“Tell me about your books.”

“My books?” Simon blinked.

Matthew nodded at Simon’s bookshelf.

“You have Lord of the Rings and stuff… Did you always read a lot?”

Simon looked away, but he smiled a little.

“My dad would read to me a lot when I was little, always fantasy. Kid-appropriate stuff, obviously, I branched out more when I moved here and could spend my own money.”

Matthew turned to run his eyes over the titles, and couldn’t help his curiosity.

“I haven’t read it, but I know Game of Thrones has a lot of, like… sexual violence. Does that bother you?”

Simon was surprisingly receptive to the question.

“Every once in a while, but not usually. It’s different when it’s fiction. It can be…” He paused, searching for the right word. “Cathartic.”

Matthew nodded.

“That’s good. I’m glad you have that.”

Simon ducked his head, smiling.

“Yeah, I don’t have a lot of other interests outside of work, just reading, and running, and... stuff.” He glanced at the TV console where his fashion magazines were stowed away in semi-secrecy.

“I could teach you to cook,” Matthew offered.

“Thanks, but… I don’t really like cooking. Sorry.” Simon’s brow furrowed.

“That’s okay,” Matthew said easily, “Do you… want to talk about it?”

Simon considered, but shook his head, sitting up straight with a smile.

“Nah. I don’t want to ruin the vibe.”

“Okay. Let me know if you ever do.” Matthew leaned forward for another kiss. This one lasted a little longer.

“You done eating?” Simon breathed.

“I could be.”

“My room?”

Matthew nodded.

“Oh yes.”

~~~

Masterlist

Taglist (let me know if you don't want to be on the taglist for these specifically!): @flowersarefreetherapy @pigeonwhumps @sunshiline-writes @seasaltandcopper

#whump #whump fic #whump writing #fluff #whump fluff #sunless lives #sunless lives interludes #Simon would read whump is what I'm saying #my writing

[glittertrail]

Blatant glitterask Sunday ripoff: What has been your best and worst dinner of the week?

bold of you to think I remember all the dinners I've had this week sfhfdhkk but after making the colossal effort to use my short term memory, I have to say the pasta alla norma from last thursday was the best

The worst was the girl dinner of monday which consisted of a handful of peanuts, a couple slices of cheese, grapes and a chocolate square bc I just didn't feel like having an actual meal

what were yours?

#replies #goldenliartrash

[marthanielsn]

hello besties i’m catching up w a few tag games sorry to bother u with a lengthy post (lie since it’s all under the cut) 🥰🥰🥰

thank you bb @ojacksonscohen for tagging me, here is a list of five songs that have been on repeat 🎶 (i’m nor gonna cheat and actually check on spotify 🤭)

don’t blame me (taylor swift)

dream girl evil (florence + the machine)

the alcott (the national ft. taylor swift)

under the radar (foals)

maroon (taylor swift)

nobody is surprised 👀

ALSO !!!! while i’m at it lemme post some other things i have been tagged on ages ago, as i am a master procrastinator 👼👼👼

@pristina-nomine tagged me to answer some qs and post nine of my favourite films. not gonna make this image heavy so you’ll get a cute little list!!

— get to know me 💋

favourite colour: blue!!!

song stuck in my head: at the moment it’s ethel cain’s crush, but just because i’ve been listening to it on repeat this afternoon

last song i listened to: as above 🤠

three favourite foods: look i am a basic italian i’m just gonna mention pizza, pasta alla norma, arancini 🤭

last thing(s) i googled: ahdkdjdkd “download instagram photos hq” I AM SO SORRY I AM A WEAK WOMAN I NEED MY BLORBO’S PHOTOS IN MY GALLERY

dream trip: oh i have many but at the moment i am obsessed with chicago/philly/san francisco

— nine favourite films (v glad it’s not just four tbh)

obviously TWILIGHT (2008) dir. catherine hardwicke. can never ever get enough of it oops

in the mood for love (2000) dir. wong kar-wai. absolute masterpiece the longing the suffering i feel understood

stoker!!!!!!!! the 2013 film!!!!!! directed by park chan-wook!!!!!!!! mia wasikowska my beloved!!!!!!

ok this is gonna be weird but. shirley (2020) dir. josephine decker; idk why, me and her… we vibin’ 😘

bright star (2009) dir. jane campion. no need to say anything else ehehehe

the death and life of john f. donovan (2018) dir. xavier dolan, cos u never forget ur first

MARIE ANTOINETTE (2006) DIRECTED BY MY MOTHER SOFIA COPPOLA NUMBER ONE PERIOD DRAMA MOST ME MOVIE TO EVER EXIST

jane eyre (2011) my beloved ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

um……………… shrek……….

@villetteulogy had tagged me 700 years ago (real) to post my lock screen, last song and current reads! i’m in a silly goofy mood so let’s gooooo 💘💘💘

#tagged

[theobaudelaire]

Theo had been injured when he was supposed to take Norma to the movies. He had the time to cancel and apologize to Thad who obviously thought that being alive was all that mattered at the moment, but it wasn’t so easy for a kid to process. He went to the store to try and find something that could buy Norma’s forgiveness. He knew it wasn’t always the right thing to do, but he was just her dad’s cool friend, he didn’t need to be thinking about teaching her important life lessons.

He picked a doll who had cool purple hair and who was wearing all black. He didn’t know if she would like it, but at least it wasn’t pink, that had been the only hint he got from Thad. He took the time to wrap it as if it was a birthday gift and then started cooking to be ready for his friend and daughter to visit him. He shouldn’t technically be doing so much efforts, but he was so bored lately and wanted to be useful.

He was finishing the sauce for the pasta when he heard a knock on the door, he screamed that it was a open and slowly made his way to them with his crutches. "Hello! Don’t attack me i’m already injured and I come in peace, look!" He said with a little laugh as he showed them the gift he had in his hands. As if Norma could actually be this pissed over a movie night. "What’s up Thad?" He smiled at him next, happy that they could still see each other even when he wasn’t working. He was glad to know that they weren’t just coworkers forced to spend time together.

@thad-spaulding

#tw broken bone

[fedtothenight]

i love you cannoli i love you iris i love you zeppole al miele i love you pasta al nero di seppia i love you pasta alla norma i love you caponata i love you cous cous alla trapanese i love you pistacchio di bronte i love you tavola calda i love you arancini i love you pane e panelle i love you sfinciuna i love you swordfish saltimbocca i love you falsomagro i love you parmigiana di melanzane i love you scacciata i love you raviola alla ricotta i love you panzerotto i love you pasta con le sarde i love you granita con brioche i love all of you fried sicilian food god fucking bless

[oswanily]

Hi!! Could you list 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥ please and thanks!!

Hi! I'll do this one for the one and only Wanda!

She used to be pretty jealous of Delfina for not being the matriarch. Funnily enough, Delfona was also jealous of her for being able to have kids (Delfina only had kids late in her adulthood).

Her favorite color is dark blue, of course, but next comes purple, and then dark green. She likes cold tones. She hates orange, though, and the bright yellow of her kids bedroom is one of the reasons she rarely goes there.

She loves pasta. All the pasta, in all its forms. Her kids are sick of eating pasta all the time.

Of all her children, Amaryllis, Avril and Norma are her favorites. She'd never admit it, though.

If she hadn't been the matriarch, she would have liked to be an explorer. The first mermaid to visit the Selvadoradan ruins maybe? She'd still have seduced all the men encountered on her travels, just for fun, of course.

#moonfromearth #ask #100BC

[elisacuorecucinaechiacchiere]

Pasta alla Norma!😋

La cucina siciliana è qualcosa di meraviglioso! gusto pieno, rotondo con ingredienti semplici che abbinati fanno impazzire le papille!!!🔝

🟢 𝚂𝙰𝙻𝚅𝙰

🎶 𝙲𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙰 &

🍳 𝙲𝚄𝙲𝙸𝙽𝙰!

#𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘦 (𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢 😍):

👇 𝕀ℕ𝔾ℝ𝔼𝔻𝕀𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕀 👇

☺︎ 500 g di penne;

☺︎ 300 g di passata di pomodoro doc;

☺︎ 1 spicchio di aglio;

☺︎ Basilico;

☺︎ 1 melanzana violetta o lunga;

☺︎ Ricotta salata;

☺︎ Olio evo;

☺︎ Sale;

☺︎ Una punta di zucchero;

☺︎ Olio di semi di arachidi;

👇 ℙℝ𝕆ℂ𝔼𝔻𝕀𝕄𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕆 👇

1. Tagliamo la pelle della melanzana nel senso della lunghezza a strisce, facciamo i cubetti, li saliamo e li teniamo per un'ora a scolare;

2. Facciamo soffriggere l’aglio in olio evo (mettiamolo perché il sugo è buono condito!);

3. Aggiungiamo salsa di pomodoro, zucchero, sale e lasciamo bollire fino a quando il pomodoro non è cotto;

4. Nel frattempo scaldiamo l’olio di semi, quando arriva a 175° immergiamo i nostri cubetti di melanzana e li friggiamo fino a farli diventare dorati;

5. Mettiamo a cuocere la pasta in abbondante acqua salata e la scoliamo 3/4 minuti prima del tempo di cottura scritto nella confezione;

6. Finiamo di cuocerla dentro al sugo aiutandoci con l’acqua di cottura per formare la cremina;

7. Una volta cotta, impiattiamo e sopra la pasta mettiamo i cubetti di melanzana fritti, una bella grattugiata di ricotta salata e basilico;

8. Giro di olio fresco;

𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢. 𝘋𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘢̀.

𝘌̀ 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘢, 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘢 🤗

Grazie di cuore alle mie maestre @antoforly @giusinaincucina @baiosonia @lucianalomonaco @francescalesto !🙏🥰

[sciatu]

TAORMINA - LA BAIA DELL'ISOLABELLA

Capisci che la spiaggia di Taormina è un posto per ricchi quando anche il parcheggiatore abusivo ti chiede un prezzo a due cifre degno del centro di Milano. Ti adatti a pagare visto che ti sei alzato molto presto al mattino pur di trovare posto nella piccola spiaggia che circonda l’Isolabella. L’isola ricorda con struggente memoria, Lady Florence Trevelyan dama di corte della regina Vittoria invitata a lasciare i palazzi imperiali inglesi per la sua relazione fuori del matrimonio con il figlio della regina e futuro re d’Inghilterra. Lady Florence trovò in Taormina una reggia una popolazione che la considerava una regina e, finalmente, l’amore. Alla sua morte i pastori del circondario accompagnarono il suo feretro suonando con le loro cornamuse siciliane, le ballate scozzesi, la sua musica preferita, mentre le ragazze, spargevano sul suo cammino petali di rose. Lady Florence, era una fervente naturista, amava gli animali ed aveva trasformato un insieme scomposto di piccoli apprezzamenti, in un bellissimo giardino, colmo di piante provenienti da tutto il mondo. Anche l’Isolabella nella baia di Taormina, fù da lei arricchita di piante ed alberi fino ad avere la conformazione attuale, un giardino rigoglioso nel mezzo del mare. L’isola, oasi naturale curato dal WWF, impersona la filosofia di vita di Lady Florence, e ne tramanda il fine ai distratti turisti sdraiati al sole o immersi nelle acque calde e cristalline della baia. Anche qui, per pranzo, pasta alla Norma e ai frutti di mare. Lady Florence, avrebbe apprezzato.

You understand that the beach of Taormina is a place for rich people when even the illegal parking attendant asks you for a double-digit price worthy of the center of Milan. You adapt to paying since you got up very early in the morning just to find a place on the small beach that surrounds Isolabella. The island remembers with poignant memory, Lady Florence Trevelyan, Queen Victoria's court lady invited to leave the English imperial palaces for her relationship outside of marriage with the queen's son and future king of England. Lady Florence found a palace in Taormina, a population that considered her a queen and, finally, love. Upon her death, the shepherds of the district accompanied her coffin playing Scottish ballads, her favorite music with their Sicilian bagpipes, while her girls scattered rose petals on her path. Lady Florence, was a fervent naturist, she loved animals and had transformed a decomposed set of small appreciations, into a beautiful garden, full of plants from all over the world. Even Isolabella in the bay of Taormina was enriched by her with plants and trees until it had its current shape, a luxuriant garden in the middle of the sea. The island, a natural oasis cared for by the WWF, embodies Lady Florence's philosophy of life, and hands her purpose down to distracted tourists lying in the sun or immersed in the warm, crystalline waters of the bay. Here too, for lunch, pasta alla Norma and seafood. Lady Florence, she would have appreciated.

#sciatu #taormina #sicilia #sicily #il viaggio #Spiagge

[twinsforfashion]

Parisian Spring

Ocho días en París dan para mucho, y aun que a lo que fui fue a trabajar, hacer una campaña de moda y estar con la cámara colgando todo el día tiene como resultado muchas muchas fotos parisinas: Edificios preciosos, flores, croissants, atardeceres, Biba, la mejor pasta a la Norma del planeta, la señorita Eiffel, montañas de basura con un toque chic, parques bonitos, días soleados, gabardinas maravillosas de Audrey Leighton Vintage y mucho mucho café… Como siempre os dejo en los destacados de Instagram mucho más.

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Eight days in Paris is a lot, and even though I went to work, doing a fashion campaign and being with the camera hanging all day results in many many many Parisian photos: Beautiful buildings, flowers, croissants, sunsets, Biba, the best pasta a la Norma on the planet, Miss Eiffel, mountains of garbage with a chic touch, beautiful parks, sunny days, wonderful Audrey Leighton Vintage trench coats and lots and lots of coffee... As always I leave you in Instagram’s highlights much more.

+ Shoot by Júlia.

#events #paris #france #fashion #style #street style #coffee #flowers #cafe #love #hair #make up #beauty #city #building #design #Architecture #europe #trip #spring #event

[travellingexcursion]

Discovering the Treasures of Sicily: A Journey through History, Culture, and Beauty

Nestled in the heart of the Mediterranean Sea, the island of Sicily beckons travelers with its rich history, vibrant culture, and breathtaking landscapes. From ancient ruins to picturesque coastal towns to mouthwatering cuisine, Sicily offers a treasure trove of experiences waiting to be discovered. Embarking on a Sicily Sicily Tour is not just a vacation—it's a journey through time, immersing oneself in the diverse tapestry of influences that have shaped this enchanting island.

Exploring Ancient Wonders: Sicily's history stretches back thousands of years, with a legacy that includes ancient Greek temples, Roman amphitheaters, and medieval castles. A Sicily tour offers the opportunity to explore these remarkable ruins firsthand, from the well-preserved Valley of the Temples in Agrigento to the majestic amphitheater of Taormina overlooking the Ionian Sea. Walking in the footsteps of ancient civilizations, travelers can marvel at the architectural feats of the past and gain a deeper appreciation for Sicily's rich cultural heritage.

Savoring Culinary Delights: Sicilian cuisine is a delicious fusion of flavors influenced by centuries of trade and conquest. A Sicily tour is a culinary adventure, where travelers can indulge in fresh seafood, savory street food, and sweet treats such as cannoli and granita. From traditional pasta dishes like pasta alla Norma to Sicily's famous street food staple, arancini, every bite tells a story of the island's diverse culinary heritage. With its fertile soil and Mediterranean climate, Sicily also boasts an abundance of fresh produce, olive oil, and wine, making it a paradise for food enthusiasts.Sicily Wine Tour

Immersing in Cultural Splendor: Sicily's cultural landscape is as diverse as its history, with influences ranging from Greek and Roman to Arab and Norman. A Sicily tour offers the chance to immerse oneself in this rich tapestry of cultures, from exploring the narrow streets of Palermo's historic old town to admiring the mosaics of the Villa Romana del Casale in Piazza Armerina. Travelers can also witness Sicily's vibrant folk traditions firsthand, from colorful festivals to traditional music and dance performances that celebrate the island's unique identity.Street Food Tour Palermo

Soaking in Natural Beauty: Beyond its cultural treasures, Sicily is blessed with breathtaking natural beauty, from rugged coastlines to verdant valleys to towering volcanoes. A Sicily tour offers the opportunity to explore some of the island's most iconic natural landmarks, including the majestic Mount Etna, Europe's highest and most active volcano. Travelers can also unwind on the pristine beaches of the Aeolian Islands, hike through the stunning landscapes of the Madonie and Nebrodi mountains, or wander through the lush vineyards and citrus groves of the countryside.Food And Wine Sicily

Conclusion: A Sicily tour is a journey of discovery, offering travelers a glimpse into the island's rich history, vibrant culture, and stunning natural beauty. From ancient ruins to mouthwatering cuisine to breathtaking landscapes, Sicily captivates the senses and leaves a lasting impression on all who visit. Whether exploring ancient temples, savoring local delicacies, or soaking in the Mediterranean sun, a trip to Sicily is an experience that promises adventure, enrichment, and unforgettable memories.