This post might not be about what you think !
It’s actually about pigeage
No, this is not some sick fraternity game played out
by hubristic American male students
Actually, it’s about the absence of pigeage
You see, the G-man has pitched up in Tuscany to learn
more about one of life’s great pleasures
No, not that !
He figured he drank enough of the stuff, it was time to
find out more about it
True, his hopes of seeing exotic Italian women trampling
the juice out of the grapes was slim from the get go
Can you imagine Sophia Loren or Monica Bellucci holding
up their skirts while their feet get funky with the ‘uva’
Well one can but dream
Reality would more likely have been Lucille Ball ! ! !
Remember the 1956 episode of ‘I Love Lucy’ in which
she gets in an enormous vat of grapes ? ? ?
Me neither ! ! !
But you can youtube it under ‘Lucy’s Italian Movie’
It is truly funny
Anyway, no Lucy, no Sophia and no Monica
Just an evil-looking machine called a pigatrice that does
the work of three hundred Italian babes in about three seconds
This arm-mangling contraption must have featured in some
of the Mafia’s more extreme moments of persuasion
So all his romantic notions of plucking the juicy berries from
the vine under the Tuscan sun and waving a magic wand
over them to miraculously turn them into the sweet nectar
…..ARE DEAD !
This was hard, dirty, backbreaking work
The G-ster slept for twelve hours last night
TWELVE ! ! ! ! !
And this was without the benefit of copious amounts of
alcohol and a marathon session of ‘etc etc etc’ ! ! ! ! !
Just simply bolloxed
Back to the love aspect of this post…..
Dinner was a veal steak cooked in the raked out embers
of a real Tuscan fire…..
The meat was momentarily wafted over the embers and
delivered rare to the G-man’s plate !
This was then washed down by a 1996 Taurasi and a 2002
Morellino dI Scansano
I’m in HEAVEN…..
…..or PARADISO as they prefer to call it round here !
I’m definitely in LOVE