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The other morning I opened the door, and I found a package on the ground outside the door. A nice big package.

In the package there were in many packets, each with its own colored paper, his belt and his ticket. So full of packets.

So, this post is for one person. The person, going around in his busy life to laugh and mess mica and people to look after, has had for me, in time, a number of thoughts: I have gradually discovered that I opened the packets, so that each contained one thing that I liked when we were together, which he had spoken, that is not here, that this person knows me. And if it is remembered.

now I would like this person knew that this gift has really spread. I would not be able to do something nice so articulately. Maybe once I was, not anymore. But it made me want to come back to be.

These kind colored lights will stay on my table every night, keep me company and I will think of her. Ok, I often think about already, but maybe I did not know enough.

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Rabbit hired

Some people are paid a meal in a restaurant immortal works drawing on the napkins. Who would accept chickens and eggs in exchange dell'alzataccia night to give birth to a child. One helped her close to chopping wood, and in return receive a nice chunk of cheese or lard. The dog was guarding the sheep, for his bowl of soup. Civil time.

And me?

Nothing. I am nothing. I'm here, forlorn and poor wretch, to eat cold because the first was to make the photo. To blurt out my misadventures and my pathetic gastroesistenziali intimacy, trying like a beast also decorated with bows with a semblance of humor, wit, or at least, so laughing and then you will feel better by comparison.

Not to mention the amazing recipes that have dramatically raised the quality of your life, while I put on weight as a dugong and then I touched nazidieta months to atone for - I am sure - even your sins.

for months I get complaints, petitions, appeals and pressure from the edge of threatening to resume Sollazzo. But what do you think, do it for glory? Pfui. The glory field the family, my vanity is met otherwise, and here there is a cat that has to grow, and eat like an ox.

Enough! Thought, cunning, of going to latch forever? So that the web is free, and then free them all? Oh no, my dear, too easy. I am a creature moody and sensitive and I need to be motivated and possibly spoiled, otherwise I get down and leave you a dry mouth, as observed in recent months.

So, start thinking about what you are good in my pantry to make up for the coming services. I am content with little. Two real chicken eggs, a little 'salad from the garden, half free-range rabbit, some salted anchovies, a bottle of Pouilly-Fumé, you see a little' you.

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roll rabbit with artichokes

For 2 persons:

• two or three backs conglomerate of bone (about 400g). Where are the backs of rabbit bone? I've found at the Coop, you might have a real butcher.
  
• 5 artichokes
• 60 grams of sweet ham
• fresh thyme
• white wine
• aromatic salt
  

ruthlessly Clean the artichokes and cut into quarters, then each quarter in three: whitened in micro 3 minutes with two tablespoons of water, or pass them in the pan until half cooked.

Flatten the backs with a meat mallet, slightly overlapping them on a platter. Season with salt and pepper.

Place over the meat slices of ham and half of the artichokes, add sprigs of fresh thyme. Roll and tie with kitchen twine.

Heat a pan in the oven to 200 ° with a film of oil. Add the roll. Far brown turning occasionally (about 20 minutes). Add the rest of the artichokes, more thyme, salt and add a drop of dry white wine, maybe a nice Vermentino from Liguria. Cook (20 minutes).

(Alas, the recipe is very light for the tastes of the client - is a bit 'young lady, I know - but that I invented, and this touches).

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L'incontro di due punti interrogativi

C'è un tizio, un autore ispanoamericano, che aveva preso come centro della sua opera un'immagine; quella del cigno. O meglio, la forma del collo del cigno. Un punto interrogativo. Questo tizio, lo chiameremo sig. Ruben Darìo, ha detto che in quella forma, in quell'animale, c'è raccolto il mistero della vita.

Ecco che i cigni diventano due, la forma di punto interrogativo muta e diventa un cuore. Il mistero così si risolve in una nuova forma, che si chiama amore.

E' allora vita, solo vita. Il punto del punto inerrogativo non c'è, vanishes in other water particles that support the swans, which feed the heart.

Yours, Vane

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Il cuore nel freezer

Last night I dreamed of putting words, a notebook and my diary / journal in the freezer. They went well preserved. And for a long time. The book was one that I bought recently, a beautiful scarlet red binder where will all the notes of the semester, in short, an important object, fondaemntale right now. The agenda is all me now. E 'valuable, qualified by an affective priceless memories already contains, contains secrets and designs future plans and preserves pages ocher still fine, sweet, to be filled (if done to consonance "ocher yet ..? pperòò ah!). Surely a well of great value. And then the words. Yes, even those put in the freezer. I'm sure they were words heard the night before, so full of emotion to take on a texture. meant to be placed there, nestled in a secret, magical, crystal clear. Made to be made immutable, to be seen and read again each time you need, always the the same warm color, ready to revive a moment, one that takes the throbbing heart for a second at the thought.

thinking in the dream becomes an image, then the interpretation stabiliscono quei meccanismi di combinazione immagine e significato.

E se fosse:

Vane=Freezer

Oggetti affettivi+colore rosso=Cuore

Yours,

Vane

(mani fredde, cuor sincero)

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Solo un pò di sole e un viale alberato

Sto scrivendo con gli occhi commossi. Sono felice, davvero. C'è stata una girandola di pensieri oggi nella mia testa ed ecco che ritornano tutti a comporre un cerchio, un tondo perfetto, di cui è impossibile definirne la grandezza. So solo che le sue linee si stanno facendo ben marcate, stanno to form a personality. That circle is me and slowly I'm defining. Maybe I covered just a small part of the circle, but I'm proud. Sure, I could not have done alone. I have a constant need for approval of those who is close to my heart and would not put even a well-defined without any of these people give me your most honest smile. I do not ask more. And do not do more. That 's what a gift when you make eye contact with someone, a woman walking along the avenue As soon as a bit of sun comes out from the clouds that have already downloaded and expect rain, or that of an elderly woman that she takes advantage of little sun and is accompanied by the granddaughter who gives her a soaked leaf, or the guy who trains for the football team or the bench on which there is an inscription "+ DOGS, - TV, even while I'm alive, I run or walk, listening to music and I attention to the words which lead me to thoughts, to the faces of people important to me. A song has the rhythm for me to imagine a choreographer, is just another sad, hopeful and yet another is fighting, and another nice one from just pissed. And with the songs up or slow down the pace. The music and words. The words are moving. The movement is metamorphosis. Metamorphosis is life. Vivo. I smile. Thank you.

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L'amour..che angoscia!???

According to Freud, anxiety is an affective state. E 'as a state independent of the object, fear, for example, in contrast, draws attention to the object, not just afraid, are afraid of something .. And it is an affection. What is affection? Sigmund defines love as the motor discharge accompanied by the sensation of pleasure or displeasure. It is also reminiscent of sediment.

What have meant??

Well, that Sigmund is a particular person is a little-known to all .. E. charge of insanity by a genius. ... Strange fixations

But .. what is wrong? More than anything else is warped .. Ma non per questo non mi sforzo di capirlo e a leggere questa pagina di definizione dell'angoscia mi sono un pò persa nei miei pensieri..e ho pensato che potremmo applicare innanzitutto la proprietà transitiva alla sua prima definizione introducendo le caratteristiche dell'innamoramento.

Anche l'innamoramento è uno stato affettivo. La scelta dell'oggetto d'amore è completamente arbitrario e per questo è uno stato. Provoca indubbie scariche motorie, che possono essere i battiti del cuore, la fuga verso l'oggetto d'amore, la voglia di raggiungerlo e farlo; è indubbiamente accompagnato da sensazioni di piacere e di dispiacere al privarsene ed è sedimento di una reminescenza, cioè ci si trova in una condizione già sperimentata, una condizione di benessere che possiamo anche non ricordarci ma c'è stata e vi ci riconosciamo.

Allora l'innamoramento è un'angoscia? Ritornando alla nostra proprietà transitiva si.. dovremmo riconoscerlo. A fin dei conti direi proprio di si, perchè i sintomi dell'angoscia sono il restringimento del respiro, l'avvertimento del pericolo della perdita e va compresa anche la deviazione della libido sull'oggetto d'amore. Infine è uno stato affettivo completamente inconscio, nonostante sia razionale e comprensibile. Potrebbe o no essere questa la definizione d'amore?

Yours, Vane

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A nasal congestion is also felt head heavy, you feel full. Full of thoughts, images, desires, cravings and privations, fears and joys, dreams and disappointments, demonstrations and criticism. No more room, because there's more. It breathes through the mouth and even the air is heard in its texture and fills itself. Dry mouth and talk less, listen more, and what you hear is more inside. And the trend to close your eyes makes you think more. It 's a vicious circle. And the orange bags can not bow to knock them down ...

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Apologia al blog

Dear blog,

never ever thought I would apologize to you. You have been abandoned, not to be considered, almost forgot. I present my apology not an apology but is made of stories. The facts that I have been away from you lot were added together and you have taken time. In truth, they took time to me, to my mind, the expression of a phrase, a concept cogitata during the day. The facts were duties were concerns, but also leisure, travel and entertainment. I will not bore you with detailed reports of these, trust me.

What does it mean to trust? Well, actually, for you, the subject of technology should be quite difficult .. Maybe you know ow to beat fast fingers on the keyboard or the number 111000111001001 that perchepisci on your CPU, including human beings is different, but equally complicated. Some say that it is enough quard eyes, some say that trust is the result of a consolidated knowledge from experience and demonstrations. I gave an example of such a rational and irrational. For me it is hard to define, you do both. The basic requirement is the complicity, knowledge or rather feel a sense of tranquility and serenity when you are next to each other person. Why else would say "inspire confidence"? It has something rational inspiration? No, it's genius, magic, is a spark, an emotion. But there is not concrete and then becomes present, takes the form .. in fact, that become demonstrations for each other.

Who knows, my blog, if your binary system can inspire confidence.

Yours,

Vane

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Absences

Come Come Come

Empty all pockets
and disappear.
all miss appointments
we'll make you live between years
unshaven
old cigarette
attached to the pants
leaves in her hair
We do not worry
more
payments.
which are also to take


everything for which we were paying.
And he also takes us.

This blog will suspend the activities indefinitely.
The reasons that led me to mature this decision, which certainly will throw millions of people in distress, there are three. Fri enumerations.

The first is that they are more acutely aware of not having anything to say. And who cares? you say: the majority of interplanetary communication is based on not having anything to say and say it out loud, and nobody is the problem. See, I did.

The second is that I've broken the boxes that the people I know are felt less and less, and almost never see, because "as you read on the blog." From this point turn up the phone and ask me, how I am. Invite me to dinner, a snack, a picnic, a chat, to dance.
This topic is particularly timely for me lately, and would open an articulate speech about the changes in interpersonal relationships in the era of social networks. Speech will not do here. But the changes are there, and if the benefits are many, the disadvantages are many. It's possible I decided to go down too soon by FB and any other kind of community and virtual marketplace and see what remains. But I still think about this, I fear that I would not like the result.

The third (many accessories) is that some time is giving me a bit 'annoyed that some people in particular are constantly updated and in detail about my business. As talk of eating is theoretically a neutral topic, and not by chance that I chose as the theme, this has always been a personal diary, in disguise - not so much - from blogs de cuisine. The vague discomfort recently has risen to become uncomfortable, and feeling uncomfortable in my house I do not like. However

: the blog is here, and probably a bit of 'I will the inescapable need to tell you the recipe for the mess of ants, so this is not goodbye but a see you. In the long term. Long, I fear. If you want to give me a gift in return for the high service I have rendered to the community, bringing shame to the streets without my doubts and my business because someone might find comfort when he felt the same things I felt and I felt less and only prick, leave a comment.
I say to those who read me always and never speak. I'd like to know who you are, as we are. If there is anything that has gone from my table to yours, and maybe remained there, it makes me happy to know. Now that's a form of communication that is materialized in the life real, practical experience in distance moved, and it is a good thing. Now that makes you feel less alone.

The picture above is of Bruno Guaitamacchi.
Lawrence Ferlinghetti's poems.

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Givin' life to live

Heart: This word is used for motion or desires of any kind, but what is constant is that
that the heart - which is denied or rejected -
wants to be a subject of gift.

E ' This definition comes from the page of a book, Fragments of an amorous Roland Barthes, fermatasi unexpectedly while the ball of his thumb stroking the edge of the stack.

Define the heart is to define life. A gift. To live is to manage the heart, let it move, do want, put it in play. Donate it to the fear that is rejected, that is denied. It does not matter. Mean, however, give it to receive another in return.

The mutual exchange of life is a mutual exchange of hearts. And perhaps it is not necessary to speak of an exchange between human beings or much less restriction to the category in love, give your heart to friendship, to receive a smile, a pretty picture, a beautiful poem, beautiful music has the same value. Another heart in return, another volcano of emotion, another joy, make sure to fill the void that left the heart that has won first.

No fear to give with both hands, for whatever reason, it is his nature.

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Step by step

Step by step. Ahead. Sometimes only the tip of the fingers, sometimes it's just a ride, sometimes two, sometimes the shoe is comfortable, sometimes hurts, is short, from boredom. But the step is always forward. And the choreography is, it's all in your head. It 'a dream, but it is not fixed, is imagination, so it can vary, change. Never change, never "back up", remember, yes, and maybe that passage does not do that anymore. The important thing is to continue. And with no haste.

and head forward, back straight and tight ass. (This list is always at the end ..!!)

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Yours,

Vane

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Fulmini a ciel sereno.

that strange phenomenon of lightning from the blue. Yet perfectly explicable in certain physical conditions. The figurative sense of the spouse of words is "event, often pleasant and unexpected." Although viewed from a distance have the power to download some adrenaline in the body, a mixture of fear and fascination. Want to find out the cause and at the same time be charmed by this show. In addition, a night of carelessness and confusion, tachycardia and want to dance. The weather and the quota, are combined to perfection. The lightning was still far away, not yet here.

Yours,

Vane

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Ritiro studio.

You have to study? Looking for peace and tranquility? No noise, no noise? Pisa. August.

There was no simple solution. All the way, signs in stores saying "we reopen August 31." Not before. Cinema closed. Copy shops closed. The university is closed. Yes, but I is not that I can shut up at home 24 h 24 .. otherwise die. I am looking for human contact, to see new faces .. Then all of a sudden idea. Piazza dei Miracoli. Full, full, overflowing .. I just walk towards the square that already back in service the tourist information point and walking human self. "Excuse me, is far from Piazza dei Cavalieri?" in a German accent .. "No, here it is straight!" .. "Oh, she's beautiful?" .. "Yes. Is beautiful .." smile bewildered by the question .. Well, it's back here, go, judge you, right? Bah, Parini, I know that he did not want to walk and her husband was away, probably with even less desire for her ..

Then we are in Piazza dei Miracoli, however, it is majestic. And I laugh every time there before, how I laugh .. all in the meadow in the usual position, to do the usual thing: the photo while holding up the tower.

But the only one that wants to throw down??

yours,

Vane

ps: Pisa Shit.

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Il Dio Apollo è stato ridicolizzato.

Per amore. Il dio Apollo, dio del Sole, è stato definito un baccalà incoronato di alloro. Pensare che quella corona di alloro doveva essere un pegno d'amore, verso quella ninfa di cui si era innamorato, quella Dafne che aveva rincorso per le selve dell'Olimpo. Un amore non corrisposto, che lo ha condannato. Lo ha condannato a piangere su quella donna che chiede a Zeus di trasformarla in albero, nel Lauro, pur di non essere preda di quel suo ben noto spasimante. Un baccalà. Si perchè forse non era guidato proprio dall'amore con la A maiuscola, insomma la sua era una mera caccia. Lei che fugge e in lui ancor più foga nel raggiungerla, nel possederla. Quello di Dafne allora è stato un riscatto; lei che doveva essere la sua stella e lui che is the king of the sun and porn law at will, can not. Pappappero. He cries to her roots, she grows.

Pollon a woman wanted her back, because his father was suffering so much. But in the end can not, the Goddess of all the Dee made it clear that this was just a game, it was not love. The desire a person does not mean love, so the focus then turns off. Love is not only passion, not just fire, you also enjoy the freshness of the water, you also feel cold in winter.

frying hours Apollo, in a pot on a stove.

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Sopra-vivere

A Camaldoli with a book. There are so many books to read "required" for the English Literature exam and for these two days into the wild in the forests of Casentino Camaldoli I chose what might be a bit more "spiritual" and that basically you would love more ... This is Niebla by Miguel de Unamuno. Excellent choice I would say .. It 's a book a little bit special, and experimental in the current English of the time, using what we know as metaletteratura, but actually surpasses it and this is unique because the author enters the text and becomes the character.

basic theme: the existence.

here is put everything into question, the mere fact that the author enters the text makes it unreal, like the character in the story, extreme importance to the word then, who to believe? The protagonist of the story or its author? Who says they really? What say? The lives of those? And above all, is the author who gives life to the protagonist or the story, the story of the actors who give life to the author? The centerpiece of the book is confusing and dreamy reality, I think it can be summarized in these words:

"It's no accident that this is a dream of some God who will fade As soon as he wakes up, and that both This we pray, that we dedicate songs and hymns, to sleep, to prolong his sleep? It's no accident throughout the liturgy, of all religions, is a way to embrace God's dream to ensure that you do not wake up and stop dreaming? "

no coincidence that the hero's death, it will appear in the dreams of 'author, his God ..

Surviving thus live beyond. In niebla, fog.

Well, then it is a book about the existence, can only address issues of life; those that can be summarized in three parts of the body, head, heart and stomach, which are intelligence, feeling and will. "You think with your head, you feel with your heart and you want to your stomach "." stomach juices processes che fanno il sangue, il cuore nutre assieme a questi la testa e la testa fa in modo che sia lo stomaco che il cuore funzionino ."

Spero di avere suscitato un pò di interesse per questo autore che pochi conoscono, che ormai ha scritto due secoli fa ed è un pò cadudo nella dimenticanza.. Almeno spero di averlo fatto un pò vivere in queste parole del post..

Nebbia, Miguel de Unamuno.

ps. la traduzione in corsivo è mia, magari si trova scritta meglio eh ..

Yours, Vane

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L'infinito

ERM hill are seen infinite spaces, but the endless silences have not heard ...!

Here, the thread of sarcasm goes away if you think that the dear Paraccia Leopardi was always alone, at least I was while I was in the company, a nice, big, happy, and sometimes grotesque gargantuan company! (Forgive the redundancy ..) Spaniards, Americans and Italians among the Tuscan hills, good wine, ham, cheese, steak Florentine, the nooks and almonds .. eh ... What an effort!

Your dear Vane,

chiletti with a few more ..

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Triumphs

Restore all of a sudden my culinary self-esteem with these beautiful (and delicious) ears. The recipe I had found
here and I'd scored in waiting for a special occasion: these little things that require a bit of manual work I always enjoy a lot. Little work, very game and satisfaction guaranteed. And then there is in lard, which is holy. So my way to sanctify August.
For tonight, believe it or not, I prepared a dinner simple and vegetarian. This, I suppose, bounce after writing a controversial letter to a friend who thinks about converting to a life of hardship and vegetables. My unconscious amused smiles of the joke that I played.

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Disasters

These days I exercised the better the art of distraction, of the approximation of fancazzismo of truancy and bad mood applied. The result: a pasta and beans inedible, fake fish and throw away this fabulous melon ice, which is the sum of all cattivezze, the apotheosis of the imbalance, the triumph of the error. It remains to understand the error, in this case, apart from the absence of jasmine flowers, but still. The recipe seemed correct, and even execution. The result, as you see, does not confirm all the premises. I would add that the crowning of horrors could peel cucumber, not so fresh. Ugh! I wish you a Ferragosto
less indecent than mine - unless I suddenly not resume my normal ability to make my life through the food acceptable.

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Sweating inside themselves

I have given this small book nice and funny. There is absolutely no desire to cook the recipes totalitarian: I must say that Russian food described here is really the least attractive of the globe, and generates a deep depression papillary even imagine. But I really liked it spirit of the author. To you this helpful advice, topical:

"Uzbekistan, a multinational republic of twenty-five million inhabitants, of which most are young Uzbeks, with great rivers dry up constantly, huge deserts, mountains which cast little shade , and with a fifth season, called Cilla: forty days of summer when daytime temperatures reach unscrupulously up to fifty or sixty degrees. The secret is to survive in this heat, "sweat inside themselves." To do this, the people of place wearing thick coats of down and drink hot green tea. In this way the coats get wet and stay dry inside out. Thus Uzbeks take shelter from the heat too much. "

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Catering surprise


Back from my mom a long retreat on a Greek island, and I would soften the landing in the city suffocated by heat and turbid evil. will want to cool things, reading, civilized, after all this time cooking and free-range pesantuccia.
preparation: experimental gazpacho, carpaccio rolls on salad, lentil salad with lemon.'ll buy a delicious ice cream by the way: I do not have the ice cream maker (and never will have, if not end badly.) prepare a beautiful table and disappear into the night, hoping to once again look like the good daughter who does not almost never. The experimental

gazpacho actually is called "Forty degrees in the shade," and is a recipe for Carlo. I do not know Charles personally, but I often plundered his recipe book, and I really like cooking. I also really liked this experiment. Fresh, velvety, unusual. Next time I'll try to use the white melon, which has a taste for me more interesting. The melon, which does not particularly like, in savory version instead I always like.

For two people:

• 200 gr. pulp of a tomato ripe melon
• large copper (from which to obtain 100 gr. of pulp)
• chili powder salt
• 20 gr. extra virgin olive oil a splash of Angostura
• 1 / 2 avocado (100 gr. of pulp)
• 1 / 2 lime 1 fresh onion
• 1 rib of celery from the heart

Put the melon in the blender and chopped tomato pulp, add a pinch of salt and a dash of chili powder, 20 gr. extra virgin olive oil dropped a wire and a dash of Angostura. Whisk the mixture for a minute, so that the mountains a little and then keep it aside.
separately Blend the avocado with the onion and lime juice, add the tomato and melon mixture and mix again so that the two past not mix well. Season with salt and let stand in refrigerator for an hour. Serve the cream in small bowls flow, distributing to each a bit 'of celery cut into thin slices and two slices of avocado.

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Corona spelled summer

Cooking at this time, just do not like it. I make bread for me, and hake for the cat that goes crazy. For the remainder of sausage and some salad as a bird seed that I propose this because it is fresh, full and open the fridge and found as in like. Of course, first you need to prepare, but I do it in the morning and then I pretend like a miracle to find it at dinner. I'm delirious, I'm sorry.

little conversation with the cashier at the supermarket, who would have liked to Aldo Buzzi , but of course that would have made a masterpiece.
I put tape on a whole frozen hake.

- Well, in fact, the nose has the best value for money.
- Yes, frozen and then this is really convenient.
- If he does it with the sauce first, that of Mutti, is a tale
- Tomato sauce? Aaah, the concentrate, of course.
- Yes, yes, the one in the tube. Meanwhile

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- But hake to tell the truth is for the cat.
- is a fairy tale look. Just like the restaurant.

• 200 grams of farro
• 100 grams of feta or quartirolo
• a box of 180 grams of tuna in brine (slice)
• half yellow pepper
• half cucumber
• two celery stalks white
• two or three red tomatoes
• a lemon
• a dozen black olives, basil
• salt, extra virgin

Cook the farro and when it's warm season with a little olive oil and lemon juice. Peel tomatoes, remove seeds and make a hollow fine (bits half a centimeter). Cut the other vegetables of the same size, same for the cheese. Stone and chop the olives. To say it is nothing, but it takes a good half an hour.
Add the tuna, basil, olive oil and season with salt, and mix with the farro.
Grease a mold about 20 cm in diameter, pressing the mixture well and place in refrigerator for at least a couple of hours.
not expect that the slices remain: When you serve will crumble and reveal the nature of his meager salad. But meanwhile it is nice to bring to the table.

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I have a lot of recipe suitable for summer weather that I had put away at other times, but in this period I'm cooking at all and my rule here is that the public only what I put on the table, when I put it there. As a result, now I should publish the photo of a menhir of Parmigiano Reggiano, a cliff that led me from Modena, which is my main source of livelihood along with the bread that I do weekly. I do not think the case.

So will entertain you with my love life.

My love life could be passed subject of an exciting feuilleton in six hundred and fifteen thousand episodes, entitled "tough love", which takes you to sigh nailed here until the end of your days. But because I love the synthesis, summarized as follows: did not go well.
taken note of this unpleasant reality, and the woefully poor quality of the material found in the universe and its human male, at some point I gave up hope for an improvement and I have taken early retirement.
But in short, to be happy there must be a single flow, and I do not.
least one cat in which exchange of effusions and a chat at the table and before falling asleep, I really needed. In fact I was with Paloma the , which for 17 years has been my companion while engaged in the trial came and went - especially going, I would say - and her love was not easy in the beginning: it was a cat shy and introverted, it is slipped quickly under the bed and forced me to wait for months before deciding to get out and start our married life. With her, every step towards the conquest of love has been a patient, gentle and respectful courtship, strategic retreats, small concessions, hesitations, adjustments. But then, when we arrived, she became the queen of my life (lyrics move you).
When she died I waited a long time before he could accept the idea of \u200b\u200banother cat, but then I met Emma , which was wonderful. With her love was easy and passionate from the start: I loved him without too much playacting was not a sophisticated person, but he loved cuddle e farsi coccolare, dormiva felice e rilassata su ogni parte del mio corpo e aveva tutto quello che mi piace in un gatto. Sotto il Letto ci è andata solo per qualche pisolo estemporaneo. Infatti è durata solo pochi mesi, prima che Qualcuno decidesse che doveva morire di una malattia orrenda e lasciarmi sola (qua potete piangere).

Un mese fa, è piombata nella mia vita questa gattina , che finora ha avuto svariati nomi ma nessuno definitivo, dato che il suo vero nome dovrebbe essere Castigo, e non mi pare bello. È apparsa in una foto, ed era bella, ma talmente bella che anche se le circostanze lo sconsigliavano decisamente, me ne sono innamorata. Quando l'ho conosciuta fisicamente mi hanno messo in braccio questa felina piumosa e minuscola che si è ribaltata sulla schiena, ha fatto le fusa e in tre minuti si era addormentata. Dopo quella importante verifica non ho avuto esitazioni, e l'ho presa con me.
I guai sono iniziati subito. Ma insomma, è soltanto una gattina piccola che è stata appena separata dalla sua mamma, penso io, diamole il tempo di fidarsi. Seh. Fidarsi lei si fida, e non ha paura di niente. Semplicemente, non le piacciono un sacco di cose. Non le piaccio io, non le piace casa di mia mamma, non le piacciono le mie scarpe (infatti ci piscia sopra), non le piace la pappa, non le piace casa mia (infatti ci fa la cacca a scopo intimidatorio), non le piace essere accarezzata. Non le piace stare con me. Ovviamente ha preso possesso del territorio Under the bed, and from there claim to rule. If you want something, if it gets no thanks, protest or otherwise doing damage, but I never explains what he wants, and I guess you'll never guess. But it is fierce, is very sociable with people, it is peaceful, with all play and sleep in my bed. He has no problems with character, not a cat "difficult" is not frightened or aggressive. Only, there is something wrong in his life with me: I was not recognized as a relative, here. And this is making me very unhappy.
Where is the ball of which I fell in love? What have I done wrong to be treated like this? I tried to compare the level of dominance, and I lost. I tried with the sweetness, which is still my line of conduct, but she does not care. I tried the box, but I do not understand when I talk to, and still cares. I read all the treatises of feline behaviorism available and reasoned with friends and veterinarian, and I dug a spider hole, except that some cats are like that, period.
In the grip of a growing frustration, I spoke with the person who had given me, and I finally understood something fundamental, I was hushed: the kitten has grown in the garden with his mom and his brothers, in absence of humanity only as providers of jelly. This was the information that enlightened me: she simply does not just the life that is here. She is one who wants to walk around to see the world before returning to the gun at your sofa. It has nothing against humans, indeed: the need and take what they give, and is willing to moderate intimacy. It is not, and never will be, only a cat from the sofa.

I, you know, I have this belief that we are at the service of the cats, and nothing would make me happier than to serve her, but my spirit of sacrifice does not reach the emotional masochism. For what I have already given to humans, and I'm sick and pockets.
When I love, I have this strange, selfish need to be reciprocated. If not there I just can not be happy, and the service becomes un peso.
Quindi, poiché io tutto posso darle ma non un giardino e una vita avventurosa, questa gattina forse deve trovare un'altra casa, un'altra persona e un'altra vita che siano più adatti a lei. Ed io devo trovare un gatto che sia adatto a me, alla mia casa e alla mia vita.
Mi rifiuto di vivere da separata in casa in contemplazione di una gatta bellissima che non mi ama, per i prossimi vent'anni. Gli amori difficili non fanno più per me.

Ecco: qua potete anche indignarvi.