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beautiful food for the soul

Bene, sono giunto alla conclusione che il cibo per l'anima è il cibo stesso. Meglio, la preparazione dello stesso. È domenica, ci siamo alzati tardi, l'aria non troppo rovente di questo torrido luglio ha lasciato un po' di requie alle stanche membra e ci siamo messi, io e Donatella, a preparare varie cose per il pranzo di oggi e per la settimana. Battuti di aglio e prezzemolo, ground beef to mix with eggs and bread soaked in milk, meat loaf and meatballs, homemade tomato sauce, tomatoes from the garden of the neighbor who gives us very nicely, the same stuffed peppers with meat mixture into balls ... I did not, but I got hungry.

The best thing, though, was the mood changes that occurred as preparations were going forward, I heard Kathy sing, I myself have found to mix with energy and enthusiasm, with bare hands, almost two pounds of ground beef, with a peace of mind that surprised me.

The food has always been one of the centers of human activity from the preparation of the superstar chef melancholy frozen ready meals, is a fulcrum around which culture, daily life, interests, work of millions of people. However, I think a key part of its essence goes slowly but surely fading away ... food preparation, from the daily menus for special occasions, is increasingly being perceived as a wasted effort, one more than the primary pleasure of eating, the taste of simple hunger.

am of the opinion that it is a big mistake. The preparation the food is, I believe should be an integral part of the food itself. No accident that the most important ritual meals still provide a preparation that must be strictly by hand, and that is not only essential to the success of the meal, but the rite itself. The celebration dell'agnolotto not just sit at the table and eat it, and place it in the tasting but the whole story of preparedness, as co-sermon for communion. Preparing food from raw materials, sometimes grow or raise the same raw materials, is a task that involves all the senses, a training which is a prelude to the tasting, taking energy from food, turning it into something more to put gas in the tank. It is as if I prepare the meal, it transferred a part of my energy in food, energy back then, multiplied by the pleasure of tasting. Do not they always say that the things that you prepare yourself (or those that will prepare you mother or grandmother, or your wife ...) have a different flavor? Do not continue to say, despite everything, that things are better homemade?

course, the main excuse is, quite rightly, "but who has time to start preparing things?". It is true, the newspaper is now completely absorbed in survival activities of other, mainly more work, the short time remains to be devoted to social activities, otherwise you end up brutalized, so not much time to spend on rituals that are often seen as legacies of ancient eras ... and very macho.

But I believe that we need a change of direction. Not so much, or not only, due to the time of crisis we are experiencing (you have done on behalf of what it costs to have a salad in a bag against the fresh clean to clean?), But rather to get a social life that is very old, almost atavistic, all focused on the value of food as an element of survival of the community, as this often sacred element (think which and how many gods were engaged in activities related to food) that was divided and shared with everyone.

After all, would almost be a turning point ... go back to go forward. Not sure what would be painless or effortless, but would such a change in mentality that maybe, and I emphasize perhaps, you may be able to see light at the end of the tunnel. That is still quite dark. Who knows, could be illuminated by a cooking stove ...

Gets Her Nips Pierced

A minute's silence

Apparently, this is the average value of a human life. A minute's silence. Another boy died in Afghanistan, others were injured, another act of a tragedy that has not yet discovered its meaning.

countries into another world, another world, where our perception of reality seems to be the daydream of a chronic alcoholic, where the reality of daily living with weapons and violence is felt as a normal life companion. Lead as alien countries where boys are trained to fight, but not to live with the death next door, still full of the atmosphere of shopping malls, with the iPod in the pocket of his fatigues, and Full Metal Jacket as a role model. A film ... that very soon slip horror.

I can not imagine how they feel, are too far away, far away, but I can imagine the level of alienation that can hit them with the bomb, the doubling of a tremendous shock, in an instant. Something like that ... me? But I was not invulnerable? Maybe I'm wrong, but I think I would feel that way.

With this, the hot ass (sorry for the hot) is Costermano, are indignant, undertake and announce a minute of silence. Perhaps at that moment would have been the case to let them hear the roar of the explosion, the screams, curses, the groans, the horrible tearing meat and sheets ... own while they are head down, thinking about something else. Perhaps, later, would have appreciated more silence.

and would continue to be silent.

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Kernel panic

As in all movies that start with a flash forward, you already know that I solved. However, the experience was traumatic, to limit the attack of panic, and taught me many things.

Introduction to non-users of the bitten apple: the so-called kernel panic is the worst sign that a Macintosh can give ... Suddenly a gray curtain falls slowly on the screen, an alert box informs you that your computer has crashed, you have to turn it off with the emergency procedure, and hope.

I ran, of course, but the hope has been betrayed: the Mac, my Mac, it was not turned on. The screen remained stubbornly black, and the fans have put the turbo. One, two, three, four times ... nothing. Button up the case with the anxiety of a mother feels that if the baby has a fever ... it's hot. Swallow a frog, I have to wait for it to cool, I tell myself. An hour and a half later (a lifetime and a half, maybe) I try again, I admit, with slightly trembling hands. The greatest treason: nothing yet.

There are now eleven o'clock at night, I try to do with reason, decide not to think (but can you?) And I go to bed. Maybe a little nervous. I sleep late, and I sleep badly at five in the morning I was awake. Eyes wide open staring at the first lights reflecting on the ceiling, still undecided whether to try or not. But not last long. I stand in silence, I close my bedroom in the dark I find the ignition, premium appearance.

glimmer of dawn was never more beautiful.

Without going into the post (up wild, of course), this misadventure contains profound teachings. It made me realize that they are not invulnerable, that "certain things" can happen to me, are not immune to events beyond my control and that taking precautions is not only right and good, but it is a necessary antidote to stupidity , own or someone else to be. He gave me the measure of fragility is not only mine but of the structures we rely on the newspaper stunts, stunts that, like everyone else, I do casually, but without a net. Yet you can protect yourself .. maybe just a little 'hard work more, but I have the proof that it is worth.

Moreover, no one is invulnerable; but all can become stronger.