Last night I strutted with Hiraeth on my child's communist past and she wasted no time saying that last summer has drained a bottle of Sangiovese Guccini. Apart from that getting a drink Guccini Sangiovese is as simple as washing hands with soap, but despite this, I felt threatened. As if the fact of my past festivals and a film club unit was called into question. Then I remembered that once the party of Punta Marine unit, it is called something like five years ago, there was the concert of Nomads and so at five o'clock we were at the party to take seats. Then, while my mom and my sister if they were sitting on the bench in the front row, me and my dad, to do something to men, we went into the tent of billiard tables to see if there was someone who was playing. In fact there were Augustus Daolio and Beppe Carletti (Nomadi souls of the two) that if they were there to smoke and throw down some pins with the balls of billiards. And speaking of Augustus Daolio Beppe Carletti and in the lower valley is like talking about John Lennon and Paul McCartney for the rest of the world. Then I stood there in silence for an hour, and inside me I knew I was going through one of those things where it's worth saying: "I was there." Then, in the end, I believe he won Beppe Carletti.
Look, this thing with the episode of the pool I think I've swept my dispute with Hiraeth , even if for a moment I felt really threatened.
Tina mi ha invitato a svolgere un meme gastronomico, solo che in questa storia del meme gastronomico c’è un guaio, ovvero che io e la cucina siamo al massimo lontani conoscenti. Per non sapere né leggere né scrivere vi nomino tutti, e se volete sapere di che si tratta andate sul blog di Tina .
L’abbinamento che dovrei scegliere, da buon romagnolo, è piadina e squaquerone...ma siccome è troppo facile ve ne dico uno che non vi aspettate e che ho visto mangiare in francia da uno che non ha battuto ciglio: marmellata e baccalà. Giuro che è vero. Ho avuto il mal di mare per una settimana.
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