Vesuvius in the mirror
It did not Forrest Gump tonight.
No, it did not own.
are easy to emotion.
One by one, many emotions, INPDAP, Ciccina making the dive and take a PADI and (right) celebrates with his sub, my daughters who send text messages who claim their right to sleep at friends .
No, it did not take his own, on Saturday.
thought, for some reason, flies to the poems of Quasimodo, the book by Sten Nadolny The discovery of slowness to Miguilin of Guimaraes Rosa, Being There, Peter Sellers last film, other thoughts .
Fly also my first trip to U.S. after 20 years that my brother / friend was there, I went to see him.
I was the last of his friends to do so. Perhaps
to express my sorrow at his absence, perhaps only out of laziness.
We've rented a pick up. And we did
from Louisiana to Florida via the Mississippi el'Alabama.
In a single day.
to say: on the road again.
including return.
In one day, including the silting up of the pick up on an endless beach of Florida.
not remember which show but we wanted to imitate silted up after 10 meters. It took the tow truck to get us out. And we
ate at Bubba Gump .
Shrimp good, portions incredible, to baskets, a few dollars.
But perhaps we could pay a hundred or a thousand dollars.
would work out OK.
Some things are priceless (sometimes the advertising do not worry), I do not know what you think.
It was a nice trip.
Then he returned to his alma mater and I to my work in Naples.
Now tell me that New Orleans is no more, good things come to pass. How
say (with the mother of Forrest): "You have to look past inside you before you go ahead .
And then a night watching TV, luckily with a good movie. Something to think
the poems of Quasimodo, the book by Sten Nadolny The discovery of slowness to Miguilin of Guimaraes Rosa, Being There, Peter Sellers last film, and other thoughts.
Good, the hunger passes.
salad and away, the evening took place.
Your doctor will be happy, fat will drop.
yet, and yet, at the end of the film a white feather flies.
Fly light.
Top.
There is a positive note.
There's something going on.
What whets your appetite.
We must go forward.
lightly.
me back my appetite.
Recipe Cat: Paccheri, chickpeas and peppers blacks.
Semplicemente geniale, delicata e colorata.
Non ho 48 ore per i ceci e, soprattutto, non ho i ceci umbri (e foschi).
Non fa niente, mi perdonerà.
Apro una buatta di ceci (bianchi o chiari?) e una di peperoni arrostiti Primavera.
Metto l’acqua sul fuoco.
Mmmmmhhhh, con i ceci qui mettiamo le fettuccelle (non che manchino i paccheri trafilati ma salvo la tradizione partenopea).
Fettuccelle NON ALL’UOVO, ben intesi.
Separo i peperoni rossi che conservo per il set e metto quelli gialli a soffriggere in olio con i ceci scolati per fare un po’ di pappetta (lo so, suona male ma è così) insieme ad aglio e peperoncino.
Scongelo due gamberi di quelli grandi e carissimi (But Cat deserves them) and throw them in pan at the end, season with salt and turned it into a single dish.
Drain al dente (and I tell you to do) and stir-fry over high heat.
Photographer and serve.
I like very much.
The lightness of Cat has been lost but anything left, he will forgive me, I'm sure. Outside
traffic goes crazy in this hellish saba on Saturday in Naples.
Now I prepare to leave for London.
Bye, See You On Monday !
photo by Glenda GlitaGrrl
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