Today I’ve got the 4th of July on my mind. Traffic was all tied up around the US Residence yesterday for the official reception, one of the few yearly really major whole area gridlocks that doesn’t make me turn ballistic even though it takes over an hour to just drive through the bottleneck at the end of a hard day’s work. Though I’m neither technically (citizenship-wise) American nor am I in the States, like every year I want to celebrate. Just because the USA is there, and with all its contradictions and ills, you still have the most and ever inspiring Declaration of Independence to move you ahead if you so desire. However vilified in numerous countries and social or political quarters, the USA is still the country most people would choose to live in if they could. That’s meant to be a solid worldwide hard statistical fact.
I’m one of them, I would have liked to stay on in NYC too, but life happens and I guess as one of my friends said, I wouldn’t have turned out to be me if I hadn’t gone nomadic and added all those other countries and stories. So all’s well.
Every year though, I read about hot-dog barbecues and picnics in city parks, which you can’t do here – rules and regulations, permits and fines and whatnot. And then you’re meant to have stupendous fireworks, which I’ve always had a passion for – I have my list of favorite ones I might share one day. Anyway, what we have in common is that I believe it’s also sweltering your way these days. We’re in tropical hot and humid mode in Rome now, and weatherperson is warning us to stay indoors till it finishes peaking on Sunday.
But I just have to try to find decent hotdogs somewhere in this town. People think only sophisticated cuisine can be talked about in terms of Chef’s stars, but I beg to differ: it’s often the very simple foods – the ones where prime ingredients count ’cause you can’t fancy-sauce camouflage them – that are really bland far from their original roots. As I said, outdoor park barbecues are a no-no, so lacking a garden, the microwave might have to do. Horrors. But I’ll compensate European style, and we’ll toast all you nice co-bloggers across the Big Pond, and specially … my followers! wow, I am so surprised and honored a number of you even exist ! – with a sweaty ice-cold glass of bubbly Prosecco wine and wish you all a very very Happy 4th of July !
Pictures: USA fireworks: www.all-specs.com
No barbecue: mine