Another American Adventure: hotel a la cioffoletti

Saturday, February 18, 2012

hotel a la cioffoletti

Just as Aunt Louise and Gracie left, I had just enough time to change the sheets and wash the towels before Eric and Dawn and Fran arrived. They brought with them a couple of beautiful bunches of chard that they had picked up at a Farmer's Market ...

I just love these!
I took them over to the Carousel and we all took a ride and then had dinner to the live music that they have on Friday night.

Fran found a great purse!

I continued with Aunt Louise's prescription for bacon and eggs for breakfast ...

Then Fran's friend, Joya, came up from Lake Worth and we had a lunch of Eggplant Parmesan and the cooked chard, and talked all afternoon!

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"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.