From the Correr Museum (and that brilliant sculptor, Canova), Icarus and Daedalus. We all know how that ended.
Also in the Correr.
“I can’t believe I’ve scored this boring job!”
As we waited beside the Grand Canal for the regata of la Befana, a gondola glided past. (I always think there should be an added conjugation of glide, and that is: glid. For example: He glid on the ice).
And, oh good grief, they’ve started already! For anyone who has trouble gaining weight, Venice has just the thing for you. And, they go by the name fritelle.
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So, if you can be in Venice during Fritelle season, try some of arlingword’s Fried Apple Pies. They sound good for those trying to gain weight, also!
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Perhaps that worried little cherub found out that someone ate his fritelle. I would look like that too if someone ate mine!
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Worried and grouchy! I helped an American family gain some weight this morning, they couldn’t decide what pastries to choose. I sidled up and whispered “Fritelle.” They obeyed.
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Spreading the word is very important.
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Well, I looked up the recipe in my Nutella cook book for the fritelle and we don’t need to worry about my trying to make them. I don’t cook anything that tells me to “friggetele in olio bollente.”
I’ll just have to wait till I’m in Venice at the right time of year.
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Great photos and I have never heard of fritelle but now am loving the look of it – how could that not be delicious (and no I don’t need to put on weight) ha ha.
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You’d love them. Today I had a different flavour, Venexiana. In my opinion not as good as zabaione.
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At the Italian feasts I’ve attended here in the US, they fill them with all kinds of things. I once had a fritella with an anchovy in the center….not my kettle of fish, to say the least….and I’m a believer that anything in batter, deep-fried, is delicious….
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Hmm, it might have been a disappointing surprise, biting into that, Cynthia.
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Wow sounds delicious.
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That last one looks delicious!
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Trust me, they’re decadent.
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Will you be doing a post on la Befana alla canale grande?
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Unfortunately, no, Francesca. My laptop is not responding today, and I don’t know if I’ll worry about repairs while I’m overseas. I don’t know if I’ll attempt posting with my phone.
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I’m glad to learn that a couple of your other subscribers share (or have shared) my affliction, that of the wasted spouse. I spend hours, every day, shopping and cooking but he remains skeletal. Perhaps I need to learn to fry fritters.
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It’s worth a try, Judy!
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Why is it that the smallest thing in your lovely post has the biggest picture?
I’m glad to hear they still celebrate La Befana!
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It tasted so darn good, Cynthia.
La Befana seems likely to continue to be celebrated for many generations in Italy.
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So – where’s my present?
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Didn’t the postman deliver them? Check his chin for sugar and the glisten of grease.
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Give me a fritelle anytime rather than an added conjugation.
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Good choice, Gerard.
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Isn’t it always disconcerting to see little chubby baby bodies with adult heads and faces? I could use a few fritters today, but may have to settle for a scotch.
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I could definitely frit a fritelle. Mmmmmmm! That tastes glid!
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Yay! Someone who understands.
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Fritelle are deliciously dangerous… any of them, all of them, each of them. But just so good.
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You’ve got that right, Mary.
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I just heard ski pass is ready for Ponte Calatrava. Watch you step!
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Yes, it’s really bad! If it hadn’t cost the city so much (and continues to do so for repairs and maintenance) it would all be a big laugh. It’s a shame.
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Have a couple frittele for me please!
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Any preference in the type? That could make all the difference.
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Since I’ve never been there in the correct season to have one I will leave the choice up to you my friend.
I do have a recipe in my Nutella cookbook (which I may have mentioned happens to be in Italian) and I may try to make a small batch. I’ll let you know if I do.
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Don’t do it …
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Big black and white photos of Canova works used to adorn my walls as a teenager. I love the bored putti – you have a great knack of spotting and sharing details that most of us would miss. Thanks. I agree about glid, after all we have slid.
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Any friend of Canova is a friend of mine, Hilary.
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Perfect captain for the fatties holding up their bulbous heads!!
Barbara scored 4 fritelli from Rizzardini’s…OMG fabulous, just what my gut needed! NOT!
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So, what flavour were they, and did you have to arm wrestle Barbara for your share? Tomorrow, Tonolo. Maybe con ricotta? Maybe not.
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Why not? Slide – slid, hide – hid, but ride – rode.
Does the child who has his hand on the vase last win the vase (or urn or chalice)?
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We’ll rewrite the book of rules of grammar!
The last one with his hand on the vase … drops it.
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glide – glooded. And what filling did your fritella have? Mine would be zabaione.
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Yes!!! It was zabaione. I waited until I got home to eat it, because I make one big mess with them and don’t want to miss one drop of that delicious, thinning filling.
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Do these people exist? The ones who have trouble gaining weight? Weirdos.
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I met one last week…it wasn’t a pleasant experience!!
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Yikes! Did you go home and eat for the both of you? I would have! 😉
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🙂
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Sadly I was married to one of those. It took me a while to realize I could not eat every time he did! I’m still trying to get those pounds off and he’s been gone (as in passed away) 25 years.
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We’ll sniff them out and force feed them fritelle, Sam.
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