As usual, and as promised, here is the post on our walks in the weekend! Now becoming a tradition:) the fact is that I and Moreno are not animals from the city: both prefer the quieter areas, and be surrounded by nature, rather than from the streets of asphalt traffic. And what better place to enjoy nature in its beauty that the mountain? 
In this period, then all the colors are warmer, as I mentioned in previous posts, and the mountain, with its orange and yellow and red, is gorgeous. Well ... not yet all of these colors to color the sunset, as you can see, but is beginning and it is already so beautiful, with some hot spot here and there to soften the hardness of the evergreen pine. 
weekend of walks, then Saturday morning it was the turn of Tarvisio, that Moreno offered a good hunting ground for fungi (and you can see in these pictures). I unfortunately I could not take him away for a bit 'of work I had to play (fix notes, studying, writing, rearranging my room, after five days of up and down in Udine became unbearable), but I could fully enjoy the fruits of morning because the afternoon we made a quick and delicious mushroom pie:) if one day, maybe, Moreno deigned pinning doses, we will post the recipe. For now I'll describe it and you'll enjoy it only in your mind: Imagine four layers (or were five?) Of pie dough alternating with white sauce, still warm from the pan, and just made a nice sprinkling of nutmeg, and sauce that we have mixed mushrooms, previously sautéed in a pan with the spices appropriate. I assure you, a delight! So much so that both feel the smell coming from the oven, you feel like coming to devour instantly, even if it was not yet time for dinner! 
Sunday however, after lunch, I made together with my mother (I felt like homemade ravioli, but my mom is too listless to them ^ ^ so that I made and she prepared the second), tasted with the whole whole family, including Moreno, he and I went to Mount Calvary, already mentioned above, to stock up on chestnuts. These fruits are typical of autumn, like a lot to both be boiled, roasted so we did not miss the opportunity to farcene a good meal! We took a fair bit ', about a pound a head at a glance, and we had to shoot a bit' to find the right place, a paradise of chestnuts, "where every time you giravi, I saw others on the ground ready to be harvested.
I must confess that I, before meeting Moreno, I do not like chestnuts. Probably because they make my roast over a wood stove at the end were stringy and dry and had not earned my goodwill. In most chestnuts have always meant only one thing for me to stay with his family gathered around the fire and ribolla to discard these delicacies, and during my turbulent teenage years, finished in time to meet my love, this was by avoid at all costs. Of course now it is not:) but I still believe that the chestnuts Moreno are the best. 
Of course we had to dry out all that much of God, then there are in the basement just waiting to be eaten. What can I say? We can not wait! A hug for you, Mo &
Jul
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