Apart from the years pass, not to re-study
and the sky promises to all but there is still hidden behind his blue and also
even some women go through here
someone has put a few minutes
has started but it will not go
No worries, no fear
Do not worry, we think the life they told me so ...
No worries, no fear
do not worry, you can see the moon even from here.
Apart from that I still vomit for what they can say
do not know if the bales are worse or the faces they can do. Apart
that dreams pass them if one passes you always defended them
some others you should have seen them finish
...
always pulls a wind that changes nothing
while everything seems to change air storm.
Look here 'that the wind might change anything
some changes everything seems pretty fresh air.
Apart from that the time is short and you want them to widen spreads
and meanwhile the fog and you could live in the sea.
And even some stars fall inside or outside it
to express a wish that you are left out another hundred.
No worries, no fear
Do not worry, we think the life they told me so ... Nothing
fear, no fear
do not worry, you can see the moon even from here.
No worries, no fear.
(words from Mikayala )
Ah the good old Liga guesses there forever, or not? So while
cazzeggiano outside the terrace listening to music (as appropriate) and evaluating old and new damage (old: waterproofing suspended since September, new: a small tornado of three days ago that destroyed plants and pots [like saying it rains wet?]) back to take a sweater because it's breezy.
At home there is no one (else farewell post) and look at my little dear pc languishing black and cold, abandoned.
I say a spin in internet non ha mai ammazzato nessuno (o no?) e parto, magari che so?, qualche nuovo commento, qualche ricettina, nuove amicizie?
Prima la posta però, clicco, si c’è, apro e meraviglia delle meraviglie:
---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Balena Spiaggiata <>
Date: Jan 17, 2008 8:40 PM London.
Subject: a-ricetta
To: cuochiinerba@gmail.com
ciao flat eric,
come va?
ti mando questa mail qui perchè non so come postartela sul blog (bello bello bello, mi tiene tanta compagnia, ma mi fa venire una fame...)
dunque, oggi sono di guardia in ospedale, una cosa inaspettata- un favore ad un mio collega- and so I did not even behind an apple, a cookie, a loaf of bread ... nothing.
and so I ventured in the cafeteria ....
and I tell you what I have "chosen" - the alternative was a chicken of the Pleistocene -
"cod and cheese pasta bake"
or
"pasta baked with cheese and baked cod"
[Flat says: that sucks but does not exercise its right of censorship]
aspect: from above looked like a cat's species of potatoes.
The one with the breadcrumbs above, looking crisp in
pieces of dough, I think, penne rigate, now merged with each other. the British have discovered how to get back to the starting ingredients than finished, and then, from pasta to be cooked "unable to obtain after-hours and hours of expert-brew a sort of" fondue "that recalls the original mixture.
these pens, now melted, fused with pieces of cod, including skin ..... some are yellow as saffron .... and to tie it all, a kind of sauce made of a sort of white sauce and pieces of cheddar cheese (a cheese from here, that depending on the dye they put in - yellow, orange or purple-and do not joke 'to maturing short, medium or strong ...)
this is the cheddar .... great color right? poor me .....
[Flat says: that sucks but does not exercise its right of censorship]
All put into a nice baking pan and covered with flakes of fake cheese, that a merged assume the appearance of uncooked spaghetti in the oven when you do them without cooking them first - and pure flavor. And this is
!
out of desperation - and the pangs of hunger, "and now abandoned any ambition of not being a whale, I returned to that table and I took a portion of French fries .
least those not betray you.
so I decided to send this recipe @-I think that could usher in a little paragraph on your blog: @-recipe because the alpha privative, and then this is the antithesis of a recipe, and @-prescription, in the sense that if you eat something like " arricetti Neapolitan talking about.
What do you think?
[Flat says: you look and not touch]
That 's a beautiful version of pasta, fish in the internet and found, alas, that this creation was not the result of the warped mind of our cook who waste used for cooking of yesterday (the hospital where I work has 72 say 72 billion pounds of debt ... [Flat says: then the whole world over?]) but a traditional recipe .......
However, let me know if you like this comparison, I can sacrifice myself and every time I call I to see what's there. Both guards will do enough ....
I also take this opportunity to thank you because your blog makes me feel very very close to you, a Christian, to bug, to Ciccillo and Poldi and keeps me a lot of company.
But when I come again I make the linguine with mussels and green peppers ????? Zucchinelli with risotto or perfume? or carrot cake and provolone? Yum!
I hope the situation will be resolved as soon as rubbish in Naples, my anger is that we are a civilized people (and it shows also how we eat - we taste) and I do not feel that a handful of would-be politicians make us do the figure of barbarians.
but, in the kitchen, at least there win across the board, you think?
a big hug and see you soon
your beached whale.
[Flat says: our civilization began to have doubts, after all 'sti politicians we have voted us as well, or not? You, however, brings the mustard when you get back you know.]
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