Southern Italy, weddings, chinotto...
This past weekend, immediately upon arriving back from the States, I went to a wedding south of Bari. Bari is in the heel of the boot, and according to my other half (who lived in Egypt for a number of years), is exactly like Africa except with churches instead of mosques. The architecture was definitely different, and the style of driving from Rome on southward was distinctly more hairraising than in the north (which is saying a lot, since I find Italian driving rather hairraising on the best of occasions).
The wedding was lovely - tasteful, with good food, a nice atmosphere, and everything a good wedding should have.
The highlight of the trip, however, must have been the new Fanta flavors I discovered in a gas station and had to try. The first, blood orange, was quite delightful. The second, chinotto was quite the opposite.
Chinotto, it turns out, is a popular Italian soft drink, made from some citrus fruit that is highly bitter and comprises the bitter ingredient of Campari. Now I like Campari just fine, but this is terrible. The Fanta tasted remarkably like a fizzy, non-alcoholic version of Hungarian Unicum. For those of you unfortunate enough to have tasted Hungary's most disgusting export, you can imagine what this was like. For those who haven't, imagine fizzy, non-alcoholic cough syrup.
So that's the news on my front. I'm disgustingly happy. Life is good. And I'm getting into full swing on my research for my various papers.
The wedding was lovely - tasteful, with good food, a nice atmosphere, and everything a good wedding should have.
The highlight of the trip, however, must have been the new Fanta flavors I discovered in a gas station and had to try. The first, blood orange, was quite delightful. The second, chinotto was quite the opposite.
Chinotto, it turns out, is a popular Italian soft drink, made from some citrus fruit that is highly bitter and comprises the bitter ingredient of Campari. Now I like Campari just fine, but this is terrible. The Fanta tasted remarkably like a fizzy, non-alcoholic version of Hungarian Unicum. For those of you unfortunate enough to have tasted Hungary's most disgusting export, you can imagine what this was like. For those who haven't, imagine fizzy, non-alcoholic cough syrup.
So that's the news on my front. I'm disgustingly happy. Life is good. And I'm getting into full swing on my research for my various papers.
posted by Nixie at 3:10 PM
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