I think you mean "Moka" pot - usually made by Bialetti, Alessi and even Bodum. They are usually aluminium but can also be stainless steel - unless of course, you meant the "Mukka" - the one that mixes the milk together with the coffee?
Now, now Neil, you must not thank me - you could be excommunicated as one of my "followers" if you're not careful. Did I ever tell you the story about the one legged chicken called Gallina?
Now there's an Italian word that brings back a fun memory for me! Many, many moons ago, one of my Italian cousins came to visit here in the UK (also at a time when my Italian was even more limited than it is now) and so, on mammas instruction and hoping to entertain her one afternoon, my friends and I took her to the local Fairground. With much hand signals, sign language and a fair few misunderstandings, my cousin eventually decided she wanted to ride on the Waltzers... She gingerly climbed into one of the Waltzer cars, pulled the safety bar down and waited for the ride to start. The ride gathered pace and as the car began to spin faster and faster, her face turned pale, then green and she started screaming at the top of her lungs "Basta! Basta!" The fairground attendant thought she was saying "Faster! Faster!" - so he obliged.
"I think that at this stage you do not need moderation or censorship. You need to be exorcised or excommunicated. For this reason, I am stopping all communication with you. You can say whatever you want, I will not respond. I further believe that you have been exposed and you have shown what you are capable of doing. I rest my case." You have no case to rest - it's a figment of your imagination. You have no power here, not even self appointed, but for you, who claims to have great faith and be religious, to say anyone should be exorcised or excommunicated clearly displays a seriously warped and very shallow mindset. By all means stop communication with me, I had no wish to communicate on this level with you anyway and nothing would please me more than to have a person with such twisted and blinkered tunnel vision stay as quiet and as far away as possible. What was it that Sancho called you? He was obviously right.
Gala, they say a camel does not see its own hump so lets just leave it there and you can make of that what you will. La Dolcevita, you have been a member here longer than I have, so does that means I am a more "relatively new member " than you? Whether or not I have the wealth of experience/knowledge re Italy that you seek I can only hope! May I suggest that should you require help on any topic that you post about it? If I can help you, I certainly will - assuming of course, that my reply is deemed acceptable by the newly self appointed thought police and top poster. I look forward to your questions.
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The beans Sant'Eustachio use can sometimes be too bitter.
I think you mean "Moka" pot - usually made by Bialetti, Alessi and even Bodum. They are usually aluminium but can also be stainless steel - unless of course, you meant the "Mukka" - the one that mixes the milk together with the coffee?
I think the "Napoletana" is about the most useful (and most used) piece I have. Flip may appreciate that it's also called the 'nfradito'.
Now, now Neil, you must not thank me - you could be excommunicated as one of my "followers" if you're not careful.
Did I ever tell you the story about the one legged chicken called Gallina?
I didn't know BS would even have a recipe - the things you learn here.
Not as funny as "chèvres débiles".
Now there's an Italian word that brings back a fun memory for me! Many, many moons ago, one of my Italian cousins came to visit here in the UK (also at a time when my Italian was even more limited than it is now) and so, on mammas instruction and hoping to entertain her one afternoon, my friends and I took her to the local Fairground. With much hand signals, sign language and a fair few misunderstandings, my cousin eventually decided she wanted to ride on the Waltzers... She gingerly climbed into one of the Waltzer cars, pulled the safety bar down and waited for the ride to start. The ride gathered pace and as the car began to spin faster and faster, her face turned pale, then green and she started screaming at the top of her lungs "Basta! Basta!" The fairground attendant thought she was saying "Faster! Faster!" - so he obliged.
"I think that at this stage you do not need moderation or censorship. You need to be exorcised or excommunicated. For this reason, I am stopping all communication with you. You can say whatever you want, I will not respond. I further believe that you have been exposed and you have shown what you are capable of doing. I rest my case." You have no case to rest - it's a figment of your imagination. You have no power here, not even self appointed, but for you, who claims to have great faith and be religious, to say anyone should be exorcised or excommunicated clearly displays a seriously warped and very shallow mindset. By all means stop communication with me, I had no wish to communicate on this level with you anyway and nothing would please me more than to have a person with such twisted and blinkered tunnel vision stay as quiet and as far away as possible. What was it that Sancho called you? He was obviously right.
Why did Mark Read have a button?
Gala, they say a camel does not see its own hump so lets just leave it there and you can make of that what you will. La Dolcevita, you have been a member here longer than I have, so does that means I am a more "relatively new member " than you?
Whether or not I have the wealth of experience/knowledge re Italy that you seek I can only hope! May I suggest that should you require help on any topic that you post about it? If I can help you, I certainly will - assuming of course, that my reply is deemed acceptable by the newly self appointed thought police and top poster. I look forward to your questions.