Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Lady Barbara Stockings

Sweet Taste of Life


Tiriamo le fila di queste vacanze Christmas: Our new house was filled with guests fluctuating according to what, it depended on me alone, would be to the course daily.
I've always been haunted by the woman cook who takes in Serbia in a vest hot carbonara for the traveler unexpected, then provided that the traveler does not just share it with his horse, and a belch forth, but in return offers a brilliant conversation.
And to that end I choose good friends, and I enjoy it and stuffs them.

At Christmas we filled the kitchen with relatives come from far away loads of presents and terrines, and I experienced the side of the cook, and provided with all the anguish, the slow wedding lunches, including those in which the starter and the first one (because in those situations, there is surely a first second and third first, before the first second) time you sated with all sticks of the table, to digest, and return to doze in the saddle. I like to mess with the starter, whose cooking is finished with the cake, I tried swimming upstream diversions in velvet and I re-established human time alone with the capon. On the other hand we were fourteen, I was not such a thing ever happened. Babi, not at all puzzled, was keeping the bank, it did take everyone who passed by, he told some of his stories, and distributed gifts to the wrong people, act from potentially explosive.

A New Year's Day, we filled their mouths with champagne bubbles with R. and T, trying to tame them with air from connoisseurs and finally admitting, in a whispered confession of the group, that the champagne does not convince us, with his obsession with the jaws largheggiare like a spoon citrosodina then leave nothing on the tongue that a more dry Prosecco. We avoided a priori, even in the mood for platitudes catering luxury, even to open up the caviar, merely made the wonderful review that Amado's Dona Flor makes it in (read, read ..).

The day after New Year I have served for 5 other friends scrap from canapés decorated with bows, even if it was not difficult to understand its true nature, appearance a tray full of canapes nose, shrimp, salami, mushrooms, pan-cooked lentils, then I tried to forgive me with a plate of spaghetti with mullet. Eventually, the friend's chocolate cake and pear N. showed every voluptuary new perspectives on real potentialities contenitive its stomach which all took for defeated already aperitif.

The epiphany, finally, saw guests for a few days Let's talk about friends and Mouse, with incursions (cold chills just to write this word, but I'm in the mood for masochism) Ikea, stairs and even a round of 40 Euro monopolies, the new version with credit cards that replace paper money and real areas of Milan in place of narrow alleys and avenues of cherry trees. I was not playing by the birth of Babi; strange, but since then I seem to do is play ..

All feasts finally were penetrated a peg away transversal in studying frico friable a sort of Frisbee cheese, whom can give also other form if possess fingers asbestos or willingness iron of those who bend spoons. It 'was hard, perhaps even for the mice that gradually experienced the disturbing creatures that emerged from the stove, but now I've done. The apotheosis was harshly impose the form of a cup and serve into the risotto with radicchio.

Amara considerations final yet, any experimental model of life is practiced, it all ends, and back to work. E 'extremely bleak.

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