Pasta with vermicelli noodles (semiya)
Most weekdays see me getting up really early at the crack of dawn to savor the fresh air, and the peace that comes with solitude. I have to admit, though, that I have never yet managed to get up earlier than my Neighbors. One would imagine, that if one got up a quarter of an hour before sunrise, one would be entitled to get up to the sounds of birdsong, but no, I seem to live in a street of impossibly early risers. I generally get up to the sounds of dishes being washed and of yards being swept all around me. Yet, I like to get up at this early hour and having gone through my ablutions and my prayers, (just saying that links my soul somehow to all the men and women of all the ages past who did that very same thing,) sit down with a nice cup of tea by myself before the rest of the household wakes up, and I have to get into the daily grind. Weekends, however bring out all the latent spirit of 'la dolce vita' in me. I get up far after the sun has gotten tired of