while my parents argue or discuss the increasingly heated fucking that the wall between our rooms is often little more than 10 cm, I decided to tell you about my day, especially two anecdotes.
say that the clan Corian ® has been a bad day.
the only good thing was to have completed the section x delivery next Tuesday ... a record as it always ended Monday night with swollen eyes and incazzatura.
anyway, I will not name but this should be told!
's time to make pasta, I do not know who puts on the water.
I state that the undersigned had no intention of having lunch the buttery revelry the night before.
and thank God.
I do not know who put up the water but I know who has not .... salt is the same percona who ran a random amount of pasta and a few minutes later, which has become aware that they would eat in four and not three, has added another tot.
after 3 minutes.
saying, among other disinterested after my protests, so that is the same.
after a lacto time does not define the pasta is drained and abandoned in the colander in the sink because the sauce had not been prepared.
signed the transfer in the pot and then adding an 'oil-x limit the damage.
pasta, tasteless, thrown in the second round was soft, the first thrown in the soft springs.
the same person as the salt, etc. sell'aggiunta did not want oil compounded because there would already be in the sauce that has since begun to prepare.
no, not alone but it would be better for sure.
the sauce was done well: the pan, around oil, tomato sauce raw tuna.
all cooked for five minutes.
salt? mavvà.
everything is combined.
you imagine.
ah, to the individual rooms, adding, oil, etc liked.
ah, is not Italian!
however, not satisfied with our culinary operations, about five o'clock we decided to make the Ciobar.
among other things, the same person as the salt, adding, oil, etc. said to have milk at home. chocolate x 5 .... well, I had a glass!
evai run to get milk smadonnando .... actually think about it, do it in France the chocolate with water.
in fact, the person of salt, adding, oil, milk, etc. He looked horrified our chocolate so thick.
but not all.
chocolate, guess, was made at a height of 10 cm Pentolina ....
you imagine when it is boiled ....
Pentolina the vintage with the little white interior and has been the hob is flooded.
figuring out what to do, well, the chocolate was overcooked and burned himself.
moral: we washed the cooktop, our chocolates tasted burnt and ... inconstrato the pan and completely hidden under a blanket of white foam detergent.
well, Corian ® clan, I can only say "puff puff ".........
say that the clan Corian ® has been a bad day.
the only good thing was to have completed the section x delivery next Tuesday ... a record as it always ended Monday night with swollen eyes and incazzatura.
anyway, I will not name but this should be told!
's time to make pasta, I do not know who puts on the water.
I state that the undersigned had no intention of having lunch the buttery revelry the night before.
and thank God.
I do not know who put up the water but I know who has not .... salt is the same percona who ran a random amount of pasta and a few minutes later, which has become aware that they would eat in four and not three, has added another tot.
after 3 minutes.
saying, among other disinterested after my protests, so that is the same.
after a lacto time does not define the pasta is drained and abandoned in the colander in the sink because the sauce had not been prepared.
signed the transfer in the pot and then adding an 'oil-x limit the damage.
pasta, tasteless, thrown in the second round was soft, the first thrown in the soft springs.
the same person as the salt, etc. sell'aggiunta did not want oil compounded because there would already be in the sauce that has since begun to prepare.
no, not alone but it would be better for sure.
the sauce was done well: the pan, around oil, tomato sauce raw tuna.
all cooked for five minutes.
salt? mavvà.
everything is combined.
you imagine.
ah, to the individual rooms, adding, oil, etc liked.
ah, is not Italian!
however, not satisfied with our culinary operations, about five o'clock we decided to make the Ciobar.
among other things, the same person as the salt, adding, oil, etc. said to have milk at home. chocolate x 5 .... well, I had a glass!
evai run to get milk smadonnando .... actually think about it, do it in France the chocolate with water.
in fact, the person of salt, adding, oil, milk, etc. He looked horrified our chocolate so thick.
but not all.
chocolate, guess, was made at a height of 10 cm Pentolina ....
you imagine when it is boiled ....
Pentolina the vintage with the little white interior and has been the hob is flooded.
figuring out what to do, well, the chocolate was overcooked and burned himself.
moral: we washed the cooktop, our chocolates tasted burnt and ... inconstrato the pan and completely hidden under a blanket of white foam detergent.
well, Corian ® clan, I can only say "puff puff ".........
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