Simon the Adventurer


Pizza or Diamonds?
March 25, 2011, 8:21 pm
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Decadent and fancy pants it makes anyone feel like a duke or duchesses of exotic locations.   Welcome to the Principessa!  Cooked to perfection in a brick oven, a gentle dusting of herby olive oil on the crust creates a fine start to a culinary delight.  The second layer is a lovely crumbled goat cheese, I hear the treatment of these goats rivals that of the Kobe beef of Japan, daily massages, music, and they don’t even have to be killed, just milked with satin gloves.  The third story of this magnanimous munchie, with a distinct flavor of hope and dreams, is a generous garden of arugula,   Freshness is the key here making a beautiful ground floor to an already cheesy basement.
This pizza could stand on its own in this fashion but will not be out done!  Never cast pearls before swine, cast pizza under swine.  Bacon? A commoners morsel!  Speak to me of Prosciutto, in the finest of Italian traditions this flavor brings about a deep strength of salted and dried meat.  Usually aged from 9 months to 2 years, after a 2 month sea salt rub this flavor might make Gandhi want to break a fast and eat a pig, it’s that good.
I could stop there but the crown jewel has yet to be dashed across the facet of edible perfection.  It’s enough to make Julia Child, blush, rest her soul.  I speak of White Truffle Oil people, the actual Alba madonna smells of feet but what better way of seeking them out then the humble pig and then making that pig into Prosciutto for my pizza.  Tuber magnatum truffles sold for between US$1,000 and $2,200 per pound last year.  Oh food of the heavens!  Often times enjoyed with a rich porter to match, it makes the palate spasm with delight.

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Bumming and Booming
March 7, 2011, 7:54 am
Filed under: Photography, Places, skiing, Uncategorized | Tags: , , , , , , ,

It seems as though there are times in which we run headfirst into our own mortality.  Repetition in exciting and fun, but potentially dangerous, activities is asking for trouble.  It’s only a matter of time, no matter how careful, we will trip up, it’s human nature, we expect the same result (definition of insanity) a “grandly fantastic day” every time, and the unthinkable happens and we/I end up with a bum leg.  I haven’t skied but once in the past week, I broke my streak at 110 days.  After having moved so very fast down hill I have come to a stand still, moments seem like time is in slow motion.  The usual cooking of breakfast is slowed to a  crawl, the pop and hiss of my eggs appears to be grossly elongated because there is no rush to get me to the gondola line, totally bummed.

But Boom! there are a great many things that need to be done.  Finished my taxes, Boom!  Reorganized my website, Boom! (3waves.smugmug.com check out Steamboat under Landscapes)  I have showered regularly, Boom! (seriously there is a direct negative ratio of ski:shower days)  I’m about to finish reading a book, Boom!  What to do with all the time?  Pretty big fan of making other peoples days it doesn’t take much, Give wine to my coworkers, Boom!

Soon I will heal and be back on the snow, I will cherish the day, Boom!