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Today we looked at the latest batch of emailed photographs of flats we might end up inhabiting in less than a month.

Based upon the pictures, we aren’t holding our breath for a bedroom sunset view like the one we’re losing. But other gains should outweigh this loss. I am going to miss Adam’s plea, though: Papa, pick me up and show me EET-UH-LEE. Doubt we’ll be able to make out Romania, Turkey, Greece, Serbia, or the FYROM from our window.

Today was my last day at the place I have known (if not always accurately) as ‘work’ for the last six and a half years.

Strategic wine reserves have been topped up to a moderately safe level.

This is one of our favorite places in Slovenia.

See also: Slovenia doesn’t suck
Enormous and slow-loading version of this photograph in which all the church spires can be meticulously counted

Or, Flickr has subsumed this blog.

‘Bastardized’ because of the capers and prosciutto — also, the mozzarella is alternated with Prataiola Mignon, which is thoroughly non-canonical for this salad. We’re finally getting into that sweet spot of the tomato season — the Caprese is all about the quality of the tomato. This of course is prior to adding the required olive oil, and crushed pepper is omitted on the off-chance that Adam, to whom all pepper is anathema, might have some. It’s also highly likely that we’ll further our campaign of bastardization by drizzling on a little of that Giuseppe Giusti balsamic vinegar, which is as black and thick as overused motor oil. And, if you can you believe it, well out of scale in cost per liter.

Tomato-related:
Paean to the BLT
Gazpacho weather
Tweety dabs some on

Post-egg-coloring I decanted the dye into some empty Campari Soda bottles and played around with off-camera flash. (The basic starting point for the lighting scheme came from Strobist).

If it’s not the dye but all those eggs that you’re looking to re-purpose, I’ve got a suggestion for that in the comments thread of the previous post.

Adam’s aigs

Adam was amazed, entranced, and confounded by the concept of coloring eggs, though not opposed. “I am going to colol those eggs, yes, YES! But what are dey FOR, papa?” he wanted to know. “What are dey FOR?”

[Egg salad.]