Everyone in the world besides you is currently trying to walk down one side alley in downtown Turin. Tonight is "White Nights," also known as "Olympics Nights," also known as "Shove the Person In Front of You as Hard as You Can Nights." Moving through downtown Turin right now is the equivalent of trying to jam your way into a red line train at Farragut North at about 5 p.m. on a weekday, over the distance of 30 or so blocks, while pressed against people dressed a lot more nicely than you are, plus some Americans.
The festivities are scheduled to last from 5 p.m. until 5 a.m. There's an 80 percent chance no members of Team Formaggio will go to sleep tonight.
If you're just trying to win a half-broken pin, scroll to the bottom of this entry.
Great comment from a reader on blood sausage:
Now I've eaten lots of strange things and will try anything once, but blood sausage just disgusts me. I was in Spain, college semester abroad, living with a family. I gained 15 pounds because I loved the food there and ate everything they gave me. Well, they served me blood sausage and I had never seen it before. When I cut into it, it looked like blood clots oozed out onto my plate, but it was kind of dark in the room so I looked around for some kind of clue as to what it was. They were happily eating away, it was a great treat for them, so I tasted it. It tasted like bloody dirt, and I must have had a confused look on my face because they just said to me, "Sangre."
A quick run to the cuarto del bano followed. I tried it again in Ireland a couple years ago, still tasted like bloody dirt. I'm getting nauseated just writing about it.
Yes, I have tried blood sausage - many years ago when there was still an East and West Germany. My future spouse and I accidentally bit into some of these environmental disasters at a Christmas market in then-East Berlin and promptly spat them into a nearby trashcan. The East Germans looked at us, wasteful Capitalists that we were, with contempt for rejecting such a wonderful delicacy. The memory of that blood sausage still lives with us, though we got married anyways.
And thanks for the link to the ketchup-flavored Salty Snack site here.
Office boss Jill explains the glut of Groggys Wacko's, or possibly Wacko's Groggys, in our office space:
A large bag of Wacko's chips are filled with individual bags; included is a free mobile (cell) holder. it's a plastic blow up - looks like a floating short lawn chair and I'm collecting them.
Unbelievably shocking upset in Pinerolo today, with Joel mit der mullet und cowboy hat und upturned collar und other nicknames knocking off gold medal favorites Canada,7-6. Italy now tied for fourth in the round robin stage. We're about one day away from putting a legitimate story on Hipster Joel and the Italians in the actual newspaper. They weren't even supposed to win once, and now they have four wins plus a Chaminade-like triumph over the Canucks? Are you kidding me, eh?
Daniele from the Help Desk just stopped by to assure me that she was bringing me a present of cheese tomorrow.
The diner inside the curling venue is handing out laminated cards featuring different Italian specialties, including many cheeses, including one of Steven Jenkins's recommendations, Saras Del Fen, wrapped in hay. Yes, "the curling venue," is what I said. It is the third fiendishly dramatic link between curling and cheese and this blog:
1) Saras del fen laminated cheese card at curling venue.
2) Mainland Cheese ad campaign featuring New Zealand curlers.
3) Swedish women's curling team starring in a heavy metal video, which is called "the cheesiest video in heavy metal history."
Yesterday's pin was claimed by reader Brian. Today I'm offering what we think is the official pin of the Greek team, bearing the official rings, although the clasp on the back doesn't quite fit right. Still, it's a nice one, maybe the nicest yet. E-mail me here with super hottie Chad "Have 10 million of My Babies" Hedrick's finish in today's 1,000-meter speedskating event. Put "Hedrick" in the subject line.
By Dan Steinberg |
February 18, 2006; 12:56 PM ET
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