Friday, October 28, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
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this is a video which me and bachi filmed on our way from telavi last weekend. i haven't even thought about posting it, but then i received 33a and niaz diasamidze's new album last night. it is called saperavi and has amazing melodies in it.
me and bachi were listening and discussing each song and came to a conclusion that songs by niaz are absolutely best soundtracks to the roadtrips. especially in georgia. we added one of his new songs to the video and that is how it began to look:
and speaking of niaz songs, i think that they are great even abroad, we have filmed many road views in france, where niaz's album in cd-changer was just perfect.
ps. my personal recommendation for all of you is to buy 33a's new album - saperavi - because i will never be able to tell you with words how great it is until you've listened to it yourself. and please please please DO buy it, don't just download it from internet.
by the way, this video is closed on youtube, i just opened it for my blog-readers. i think it will be right to wait for the official video of this song before posting the one i home-made myself.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
tatara churchkhela
tatara and churchkhela - two words all georgians know, second of which sounds especially frightening if you hear it for the first time. but once you taste it, the only word you can say is 'delicious'.
churchkhela is usually made in autumn, when the grape is gathered, from grape syrup and walnuts. the syrup is boiled on the fire (don't ask me the recipe, never tried to do it myself), then walnuts are threaded in one line and put into the syrup. churchkhelas are taken out immediately and hung on a stick in order for it to chill.
this is how this process looks in pictures from my visit to lopota lake, where we were allowed to make our own churchkhelas:
an alternative to churchkhela is tatara - without walnuts. i don't like any kind of nuts, so tatara is really my favourite. but though i have tasted all sorts of tatara, none of them will ever be close to tatara my grandmother used to make.
churchkhela is usually made in autumn, when the grape is gathered, from grape syrup and walnuts. the syrup is boiled on the fire (don't ask me the recipe, never tried to do it myself), then walnuts are threaded in one line and put into the syrup. churchkhelas are taken out immediately and hung on a stick in order for it to chill.
this is how this process looks in pictures from my visit to lopota lake, where we were allowed to make our own churchkhelas:
an alternative to churchkhela is tatara - without walnuts. i don't like any kind of nuts, so tatara is really my favourite. but though i have tasted all sorts of tatara, none of them will ever be close to tatara my grandmother used to make.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
lakobukia
i'm talking about my friends and let you get to know them for sure not in order of their importance in my life. in case it was like that, this friend of mine would be in one of my first posts. my friendship with her totally demolishes all the quotes and sayings about old friends and new friends never being able to take their place.
lako and i met in london in 2007 and since then no day has passed without us talking, sharing, helping each other and making each other happy.
let me tell you what kind of person she is. in one word she is a firework. why is that? she is emotional, loud, talkative on one hand, and beautiful, warm, kind on the other. i think in dictionaries she should stand near the definition of word 'friend'. she is always there, in all kinds of times and she is there so wonderfully! she makes surprises, she remembers all your dreams and makes them come true, she makes you laugh and is always ALWAYS on your side. i know even if i'm wrong and she will know that, she still will shout to the world i'm right and never let anyone doubt that. and she is an extremely interesting person, she listens to amazing music, she reads amazing books, watches amazing movies and we always have so many things to discuss and talk about!
that all not to speak of her talent as a designer, i myself wore lako bukia's dress on my wedding... and when i see her collections on the pages of vogues, i cant tell you with words how proud that makes me feel.
i think lako's husband will be a very lucky man. but he will need to be very very imaginative - it will be so hard to overcome her in terms of surprises, presents and attention.
ps. oh yes, and she is my maid of honour
lako and i met in london in 2007 and since then no day has passed without us talking, sharing, helping each other and making each other happy.
let me tell you what kind of person she is. in one word she is a firework. why is that? she is emotional, loud, talkative on one hand, and beautiful, warm, kind on the other. i think in dictionaries she should stand near the definition of word 'friend'. she is always there, in all kinds of times and she is there so wonderfully! she makes surprises, she remembers all your dreams and makes them come true, she makes you laugh and is always ALWAYS on your side. i know even if i'm wrong and she will know that, she still will shout to the world i'm right and never let anyone doubt that. and she is an extremely interesting person, she listens to amazing music, she reads amazing books, watches amazing movies and we always have so many things to discuss and talk about!
that all not to speak of her talent as a designer, i myself wore lako bukia's dress on my wedding... and when i see her collections on the pages of vogues, i cant tell you with words how proud that makes me feel.
i think lako's husband will be a very lucky man. but he will need to be very very imaginative - it will be so hard to overcome her in terms of surprises, presents and attention.
ps. oh yes, and she is my maid of honour
Thursday, October 20, 2011
vintage gathering
as promised photos from rtveli (vintage)'2011 organized by my company in tsinandali, kakheti
how wine is made
have you ever seen how wine is made?
i will start my post series on kakhetia and wine-making with the pictures from my uncle's wineries and show you how the best wine in the world ('Kakhuri') is made.
first, the grapes are picked (i did my grape-picking earlier that day, will definately post the pictures afterwards). then it is collected and sorted.
this process of flying grapes is so beautiful, i wish pictures would reflect it all, but, unfortunately, they are not half as beautiful as the real process.
then grapes are processed and turned into wine by special machines. after that it is kept in big barrels.
my uncle is unbelievably great-minded. his factory is soo thought-through and beautiful, like no other factory i have ever seen. all over it there are the grape-decorations, constructions made by himself, not speaking about the wine tourism corner that he has made, which i will show you in my next post. it for sure doesn't look like a factory, more like a museum or even a piece of art :)
i will start my post series on kakhetia and wine-making with the pictures from my uncle's wineries and show you how the best wine in the world ('Kakhuri') is made.
first, the grapes are picked (i did my grape-picking earlier that day, will definately post the pictures afterwards). then it is collected and sorted.
then my uncle zura pushes the button and selected grapes fall into a machine, where the leaves and stems are removed.
my uncle is unbelievably great-minded. his factory is soo thought-through and beautiful, like no other factory i have ever seen. all over it there are the grape-decorations, constructions made by himself, not speaking about the wine tourism corner that he has made, which i will show you in my next post. it for sure doesn't look like a factory, more like a museum or even a piece of art :)
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
erreway
i know its stupid to write a post about rebelde way. but i just remembered how i spent my school years watching these series together with my best friend elya. honestly, looking back, i have no idea why i was so into rebelde way, but even now i remember all the lyrics to all its songs. ... besame otra vez que todo empieza, besame que ardo todavia...
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