RDP Monday: Sophisticated

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One of my rare sophisticated moments – we were a few days in Marakesh, Morocco, a company holiday from my husband’s workplace. The photo was taken in a bedouin tent where we had a meal and I was dressed for the occasion. I do not think I ever forgot those days in Morocco. It was certainly something completely different.

And here I am again with another sophistiated lady digging in with some Maroccan food, naturally by hand, which was not so sphiscated. I remember when evening where we in a Moroccan night club and Mr. Swiss was invited to play drums with the musicians.

RDP Monday: Sophiscated

RDP Sunday: Age

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My English grandfather: note the tie and suit. We were on a visit to my uncle and his family and in the english style you wore your Sunday best. Grandad lived to be 89 years old which was a wonder I suppose. He was a carpenter by trade, most of his work being in restaurants. We had a wonderful collection of beer mugs that he gathered at various workplaces. He was a direct descendent from his Huguenot mother who I discovered passed away at the grand age of 99 at the beginning of the 20th centuary.

I never knew my grandmother, his wife, she passed away just after I was born and so grandad lived in our house and mum would look after him with her sistrer that lived in the same street. He liked his cigarettes, and always rolled his own. I remember week-ends when he would be in our living room in the evening, to watch the television. It was only a small room, and the television picture was soon shrouded in smoke.

At Christmas he would be at the family celebration at my aunts place. He would have his chair in the corner and now and again all the uncles would gather together to help him on the way to the toilet.

I never really had thoughts about getting old until Mr. Swiss moved to his golden oldie home. I then realised what age actually was. He is amongst people also in the older age groups. It happens to us all, and I miss a few familiar faces in his home since he has been there for the past 4 years.

RDP Sunday: Age

FOWC with Fandango: Stick

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MS slowly creeps up on you. At the beginning a stick was my help for support, although at that time, the walker with its wheels was not so much seen. Today pratically everyone that has walking difficuulties has a walker, the stick has become a thing of the past. However, I still have mine. I decided when a stick, then something completely different. Most people chose the normal dark colours but I decided if so, then already (German “wenn schone, dann schon”). I still have my stick attached to my electric whellchair, although I do not use the chair so much.

FOWC with Fandango: Stick

RDP Saturday: Tomatoes

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They tend to come in all shapes and sizes today, according what you pay for them. This one is a special tomato, not the normal garden tomato that you generally buy. They also cost double so much for the kilo price, meaning only about 2-3 tomatoes to the kilo when they are so big.

Where would Italy be without its tomatoes? Food would be boring without that red tinge to everything.

Although generally the tomatoes for an Italian sauce come from a tin, the so-called popmodoro. I remember when my mum discovered the Italian tomatoes in the tin. Our fate was then sealed and we did not see a fresh tomato again. When tomatoes were called for, they came out of the tin as a plain vegetable. Mum never knew that tinned tomatoes were basically for the sauce. I think she even thought that spaghetti grew on trees.

Today I even make my own tomato soup, although I remove the skins before cooking the soup. A tomato salad is also quite enjoyable,

but then I like to add Mozarella cheese and basil leaves for the distinct Italian flavour. Otherwise we can always buy our tomatoes fresh at the local market.

RDP Saturday: Tomatoes