Ingredients:
An ancient place (it's a mill in 1200).
Three girls, a boy, four women, three men, one old, two dogs, two mules, two goats and a cat.
A great hot oven.
A large fireplace in a large room.
flour, yeast, water, salt, good olive oil.
ham, salami, cheese. Wine
to rain.
I go to the point, that there was!
The place is fascinating and full of history, the great furnace, the fireplace also, flour and yeast is there to say the least, while the ham deserves a separate post because it was one of those well-seasoned, dry, tasty wine and called the women as men. The wine was good, a erysipela came from the hills of Pontefract, a town Pomino ... and the name is already a prelude (some think it a misprint?)
Well, the material things they already had enough space, we move on to substance.
Of the three girls one was a charm, graduating in medicine and already with prospects for specialization in psychiatry in Rome, eyes more blue of autumn sky, and two sides, in my opinion, patients will make them sick ... of love.
The other two were actors, because pretty young, but that the traditional friendly surrounding a queen was born, it will look good in my opinion, they were reminded of the sisters of Psyche.
The guy was very nice, an engineering student, clean, clever but too young compared to its peers, it is always like that and sometimes it ends up that the adults fucking young girls in flower, while the children play with motorcycles. We hope that adults are wise and sensitive and that the kids wake up early, that their friends have dreamed for a long time ...
one of the four women had the image of women, beautiful and deep, sly and careful, humorous and gentle, and quiet revolutionary, had conserved the natural sinuosity of the girl who had been, while small wrinkles on the neck were just a story told and drawn without fear of having lived. And then, presbyopia is a blessing in some area, better than any photographic filter.
The other three were wives and mothers in the permanent well I know what I mean, however, had a lively little eyes, I hope to bring off the role without falling style, name a more would be inappropriate, but also tedious.
Of the three men I do not give a damn, because the first one was me, and the second is not for me to take their quality or their miseries. The old
instead it was fun, seemed to have drunk a whole carboy and instead was lucid and sharp, as well as cutting edge in its shameless jokes.
The mules, dogs, the kids and the cat have something to chat, but I can not understand their language.
the end we were drunk and covered in flour from head to toe because we could not resist from making a merciless war with the batter advanced.
I have promised to invite me back for a venison and polenta, and I always say, if you can not sit at the table does not know how to live.
I'm going to take off my underwear from flour.
Too bad I did not have my camera and mobile phone, vile and despicable, I saved only the first few and painful.
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