>Giovanna's Mother prepares the Gnocco Fritto dough, rolling it out with a rolling pin from Giovi's Grandmother.
>It was incredible how the whole family worked together to set up the Gnocco Fritto station. They had never worked in my kitchen before and seemed to somehow know where everything was - and if they didn't, they minced no words asking for what they wanted. Nice and direct, just how I like it.
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>Nat, Giovanna's husband and Giovanna's Father, Claudio, were no slouches either.
>We converted the cellar into a gallery and Joe Dilworth exhibited his collection Empty Spaces. It seemed perfect for the cavernous space.
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>I bought me one.
>Ray played his collection of 78 shellac records and told stories about the songs and composers.
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Orlando brought her sweet self and her cupcakes.
There was a nice little crowd, it made me very happy.
Elizabeth Rushe was around as well. She played records Saturday night but I was too busy dancing to take photos.
Andrew held down the fort while I chatted away with the guests. Christine did too but still looking for that photo...?
Neukölln is a mixed neighborhood. There seems to be tension sometimes between those moving in and those who have been. I find this totally understandable but at the same time refuse to let it get in the way. This event put Feast on the street for all to enjoy and we had the pleasure of meeting some of our tiny, lovely neighbors. They loved the pancakes.
Ray enjoys his first Slider.
My end of the deal, the casual fun food, seemed to be a success. Sunday's menu of pancakes, coney dogs and sliders was sort of a silly display of American food but I tell you, the peeps loved it.
It wouldn't have been complete without a tall glass of homemade cranberry mint iced tea.
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