of Don Luis
The timing, experience, reasoning help us to predict what will happen, but we can not divert from our heads to which we were born of adversity. Fate rests. Today is Christmas, and ordinary people partying. We too would have liked, but the director has the religion of secularism. Or perhaps afraid of being charged with break public service. However we are observant of the law of the location maior and here we are: Good morning and happy birthday!
The editors the best wishes them is exchanged at midnight during a dinner organized by the secular properly managing editor (the Honest Yago). We were alone because their families were on a pilgrimage to Compostela de Sant'Yago with diverse requirements. Money, for that matter.
Classic Neapolitan our menu. Escarole pizza (with alice salt), sauteed broccoli (with salted anchovy), vermicelli and garlic oil (anchovy salt) sprinkled with toasted breadcrumbs in a pan, squid and cuttlefish in casserole and fish cooked in all sorts of different ways. We can not silencing of sea mullet (they are more flavorful sea bream) roasted over charcoal and flavored with pomegranate juice, fried eel with eel el'arrosto (anguillone a female caught at sea from a jetty Aragonese). My colleague Yago among other feats knows fried cod and this ability has been greatly appreciated by the rest of the editorial. We modestly, we wanted to take the lobster, but then we gave for not hurting the proletariat of the Director. After all the prawns with homemade mayonnaise were superlative. Nothing
cake because it was thought that would have brought the director, who is in Milan. Hypothesis entirely far-fetched. In return, we closed with the struffoli good.
you will be asked the reason for all those salty anchovies and is easily explained: they help a lot to drink and Falanghina Piedirosso (Per'e palummo for us natives).
Int'o wine, that is, after copious libations, the director was open and he let go a lament: you no doubt recall, dear reader, that last summer the entire editorial staff went away in the Ventotene Desiree , the beautiful tall ship of the editor in chief.
Yes? Now our hero has complained because we did not think the occasion to invite him,-as he hoped - at the Garden. What tenderness! The poor man was left with golio (which is a wants a wish) to taste wonderful dishes for which this restaurant is famous in both hemispheres. Not so much regretted the appetizer: fried zucchini flowers or almonds and cuttlefish cut to julienne, and even continued to visit her dreams paccaro sauce redfish and mullet with sauce. What remained to be desired was the pistachio sabayon which we had talked so much about.
"Freely you leverai the plunge:" we told him, "You can go it alone (as you usually do, to save money). You do not came down to earth with us for fear of having something to offer. However, listen: the shelled pistachios and then stripped in boiling water boil, you pass through a sieve order and are united in syrup (cooking Perlee) already prepared. We have returned to the sieve and blend in zabaglione prepared using 25 grams each. sugar-egg yolk. Every fourth egg whites should be stored on a separate mount. As in all the sweets do not forget a pinch of salt. The result is poured in and formette you rest in refrigerator before serving. "
The Honest Yago laughed insinuating that we were too distracted by the beautiful eyes of the lady to remember the exact recipe. Maybe he was right (after all remember those eyes that we liked very much, but if we were to confuse us the exact name a color). Moreover, as everyone knows, there is nothing you will cook ever the exact formula of his success, always missing one detail - for example a sense of cinnamon-and it is also rightly so.
Long before the cake that we had reached our cousin the same name, as you know, we have been facing with his poems. Multifaceted genius, relative to delight even the magic arts, the first of these, the psychic, of course practiced with the cards in Naples.
Vistoci the thoughtful little cousin has put on the table forty pages of the book where there is everything, past, present and future. We were then invited to keep the mind free to mix the pile with both hands (circular motion from right to left), to break with his left hand and pull out four cards (always with the hand of the heart). The result was a cross formed by the 9 of swords on the left, the two cups on top, the king of swords (reversed) to the right and the four of spades in the paper cups.
"Um, ah, ah. You understand that? What you see in this arrangement? "
" Christmas, "said the editor in chief who is strong in mathematics and had a flash that the sum of the values \u200b\u200bof the four cards.
"A microcosm," the director said cautiously, not venturing beyond.
"With all the swords are necessarily a lot of trouble," told us disconsolate.
"Bravo!" Complimented the rival of Madame Lenormand, "The two Cups are you "and we thought, even more demoralized, that it was the paper of less value, the scartina par excellence.
"Are you," replied the expert esoteric, "you're the man who knows no tricks and now you're the judge of the situation. You are right to worry about the swords that indicate the end of a relationship
no longer satisfactory for you. The Ten of Swords is your enemy. From the fact that it is inverted it is understood that a person is strongly hindering, aggressive, individualistic and selfish, which tends to dominate over others. The knight is your friend, but commands less. His thoughts are always logical and can realize what he has planned. He will to give you the bad news, the sentence that you've always feared, and you could not avoid:'ll suffer from the four walls of Adhoc-cracy symbolized by the four of spades. "
imagine with what joy then we started to write. Everything is dark around us. The poor Bearzot that is gone, that Cassano is not in Naples, but goes to Milan Rossoneri on the bank of the waterway, with Santa's face Moratti, Leonardo da forfeited in exchange for Rafaniello; Juve looking for a medal stolen, the championship, which was stationary, Lavezzi, who is injured and denounced (captain all to him), etc. .. Not to mention the international fool in the snow.
Back to Christmas Eve. The director - who had immediately recognized as authoritative in character put on the table (it should say) to pierce the veil of the future - brandishing the goblet filled has been left to go to a quotation from the Iliad: "Prophet of doom / unqua accent did not come out of I liked your mouth ... "And here we are (we see?) processed in all the Homeric heroes ....
"sinister guardollo" - our-relative, and he, too, "Soul shameless, avaricious soul ..." The Honest
Yago, making the sign, "It 's time to retire under the tent."
' D 'agreement' , we told them, adding in any event, "You do Patroclus ..."
We have to close and we prefer not to venture to speak of the future as it prepares for the sports editor and so we turn our gaze to the past Did you know that, according to Plutarch, the sacred battalion of the Thebans (150 pairs of warriors) had never been defeated before the Battle of Chaeronea against the Macedonians of Alexander? So what? We want to say? We'll talk next time. After consulting the cards, of course.
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