We're on our way to Italy for a family reunion…. I've posted some old stories and new recipes to entertain you while we're off having fun.
Years ago, before we lived here, we were in London, window-shopping with another couple. The wife spotted a figurine she wanted to add to her collection. They discussed it a bit, as it was rather expensive, then decided to buy it.
She asked if the husband had a check.
He opened his wallet and pulled a single, unattached, folded, check out and handed it to her.
As an American who never left home without a full checkbook, and regularly had at least 50 to reconcile at the end of the month, I thought that was more than just a bit bizarre.
Then we moved to Ireland.
I soon learned that carrying around a single check was the norm, not the exception. Checks were only used when one didn't have time to get the cash to pay someone who didn't accept bank cards.
In other words: rarely.
We lived there a year and I think I used about 25 checks.
I've been writing a few more than usual since we've moved: to pay for the windows, the first electric bill, first phone bill (while setting up the auto-pay). Last week I wrote one to pay for the stairs we ordered. I noted that there were only 5 left in the checkbook…. And wondered if I needed to do something. I didn't get a chance.
Like magic, three days later a new checkbook arrived in the post.
I haven't carried a checkbook since we've lived on this side of the pond. I do carry a single check in my wallet. I've even used it on occasion.
It's a little thing, this difference in handling checks; but it represents something huge.
The first time I saw my friend pull out a single, folded check I remember thinking: What's with him? Doesn't he know he can carry the whole checkbook with him? Is he afraid he can't control his spending if he has more checks? How weird!
I hadn't traveled much at that point.
People who don't travel tend to see the world through their own, often narrow, field of vision.
They look at other cultures' actions and reactions as their own…. And don't understand when they are different.
I know many people who don't travel – and, yes, not traveling tends to be American rather than European.
The reasons are many and varied, but often come down to things like:
Why should I leave this country, I haven't seen everything here yet.
Why should I travel to 'X' country, they hate Americans.
Here's why you should:
If you traveled, you wouldn't be surprised when I said we didn't have a local cupcake shop.
If you traveled, you wouldn't be surprised to learn that you can't get lunch in a restaurant before 12:00 in France; or after 2:00. But, in Spain you can't get lunch before 2:00….
If you traveled you would learn that it's disrespectful to enter a church: with a baseball cap on, or in short shorts, or without your arms covered, or without your head covered, or without shoes, or with shoes or all of the above, or none of the above.
If you traveled you would learn that behavior that is acceptable in your country may not be acceptable elsewhere. (Be very, very careful with the 'okay' sign of a circle with thumb and index finger)
If you traveled you would learn that behavior that is unacceptable in your country may be acceptable elsewhere. (The person pointing out something to you with his middle finger is not being rude or offensive.)
If you traveled you would learn that people are different in different cultures. You may grasp the fact, intellectually, without ever leaving your hometown. But, without traveling, without meeting new people, seeing new places, experiencing new cultures, you won't understand it.
Without understanding it, we are doomed to thinking that our own culture is the best and we have a right and duty to help the rest of the world see the error of their ways. We know that, once enlightened to the superiority of our ways, these lesser cultures will be forever grateful.
Does anyone know how many different countries/cultures know that theirs is the best? And feel pity on anyone not blessed to be 'one of them'?
I can think of at least 6…..
Kind of scary isn't it?
One more thing – I often hear about 'being true to the red, white and blue' – in reference to the national flag.
Does anyone know how many countries can say that?
Twenty-eight different countries wave the 'red, white and blue.
On a lighter note…..
You all know about the famous or infamous 'rude' French waiters, right?
Did you all know that there is no French word for 'rude'?
Are you all still enjooying our other favorite spring vegetable?
A colorful Pasta Primavera – or spring pasta dish. Don't start the sauce until the pasta is cooking, it only takes 10 minutes and you don't want it over-cooked.
1 cup pasta, bite-size
5oz (150gr) mangetout, snow peas
3 green garlic substitute green onion
1/2 cup (3oz, 90gr) cherry tomatoes
2 tbs fresh parsley
2 tbs fresh chives
2 tsp olive oil
1/2 cup (4oz, 120gr) chicken stock
1/3 cup (1.5oz, 45gr) shredded cheese
Cook pasta according to package directions. Drain
Trim and slice green garlic. Trim and slice snow peas in thirds. Cut cherry tomatoes in half. Snip herbs.
After pasta has started cooking: Heat olive oil in a large skillet. Add green garlic and sauté 3 minutes, until starting to get tender. Add snow peas and sauté 2 minutes longer. Add stock, herbs and bring to a simmer. Add drained pasta and stir to combine. Add cherry tomatoes, stir, put into a large serving bowl. Sprinkle with cheese, serve.
I am so looking forward to indulging in lots and lots of pasta and risotto over the next two weeks. You may all be jealous!