Sunday at FRIULI:
Part 3
a post from the heart

"Welcome, O life!
I go to encounter for the millionth time
the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul
the uncreated conscience of my race."
----James Joyce (Irish Novelist, 1882-1941)

Continued from previous post...


Note: if you are a pesto lover, please skip this section.

In my attempt to entice my friends in accepting and appreciating the glory of 'the' pasta experience of Friuli, Gela, who also have the same idea in mind, and I ordered two PESTO servings.

Excited and hungry i played with toothpicks and drank a little Iced tea. The iced tea experience isn't that much great. I know that the trattoria (small Italian restaurant) is cutting some expenses so they served, as what I've theorized, a 3-in-1 Nestea Iced tea. It's as cheap as that, but i don't care if they served me powdered juice for like 60 pesos. That is not the most important thing here.

So the pesto arrived. I expected that the two, RJ and Keith, would be unsatisfied with the look of the pesto.
Keith, eating the toasted bun. Not so interested in pasta.

I still defended this pasta dish.

I do remember eating pesto for the first time. I always wanted to achieve something different. Remember my post on my nostalgic memories, i made mention there that i had dinner with my friends in Friuli when i was just first year college or seventeen year old.

it was also my first time to go there. We ordered four servings of Pasta and four servings of Pizza and some juice to go with everything. Pesto was served the fourth next to Carbonarra. By just simply looking at it, one could tell that green is not a good color for food. This psychological reaction is a noble trait for human beings. Most of us tolerate the red to yellow part of the visible spectrum as delicious food. The green to violet part would represent sweets like candies and bubblegum; vegetables and fruits.

The tolerance to green pasta is low and disengaging. Once a person sees a green pasta would judge instantly that it also tastes bad and vegetable like. However, during that first encounter with the Pesto, i was not disgusted but astonished by that a pasta can also come in green color. It was a new experience, an adventure, a new beginning. This fancy words may be too much with my pasta experience. But it was true, i thought of pesto that way. I usually like diversions from conventions.

Too bad, I got negative feed backs from my friends:

RJ: "Pasta should not be colored green."
Keith: "Honestly! I didn't enjoy it."

it is sad that most of us would always fall for the conventional look of food. but then, what could people like me do if such conventions have a much stronger sense to the audience's eye?

Ciao! God bless!