Stefan Witwicki Wiersze

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The following post is aired without the aid of photos, then you will understand why, and is dedicated to all those silly and insulting forms of life, interviewed by journalists on the street vervets on topics of common interest in public life, respond "I'd love to do a job in contact with people."
Idiots. Fri
the gift packs people, I will decorated with bows and I hand it over to your home and when you heave into store (success) when you piss on the floor (happened too), when you make a drawing of their prostate surgery (also, really), when they insult and curse the third generation past and future except after noticing that I was not really the object of their penis but another seller (of course it's happened), when people who during their day contained insignificant in their useless lives poteranno their irritating face in your store and will tell you about their past in psychiatric hospitals and how their lives are linked to the taking of drugs this repeated on average every two days (very true), when I wrote because I had to break a guy I do not know came to tell me that he discovered for ten years because the shutters of his room was not working well, told me, saluted and left. Point. He did not have buy nothing, asked nothing, entered, said he had to say and is gone. For the curious, there was the corpse of a dead pigeon that blocked the flow (you'll understand that I can not wait to return this guy to receive an invitation to dinner) or, finally, when you are in front, at the time closures, with half shutter down, a guy with sweaty hands and stopped for half an hour in front of the camera window whispering to himself and occasionally a loud voice says, "I have to buy something," "I need buy something, "" I can not take pictures, "" Why should I buy this, except to go out with a camera under his arm, saying it did not want (more so the true, that time I thanked both the aliens and the ministerial program of mind control introduced by the man who smokes x-files).

Good.

The other morning a lady enters, says hello and asks me if I have memory cards for mobile phones, say yes and I ask which phone I have seen that there are different types, she tells me not timid timid knows it, picks up the phone and makes me see, he adds, you know, excuse me, but do not know much, I could explain how this thing on the board, I take a picture if I can save there and how I see it, the answer Certainly, the cards are used to this, take a picture and decides to save on phone memory or tab (I am a white soul) , but if I take off my card I remove the photo even then, we have made the case, someone picks up the phone if there is the card the photo is no, and no, of course no, the photo on the card, no card no photos (soul pure, heavenly angel, serene angel), but feel, to know, not that you could put an access code to the card so that the photo I can see the only one who knows this code and no one else, well, depends on the phone, some have this feature (and shepherds Fatima, Lourdes, Medjugorje and all the other sites of Marian apparitions, in my heart there is only room for them ) , no, because he knows I would have some pictures that I would be sure to see not just me and maybe my husband, I giggled in my white gown (U.S. DIOOOOO We want to hear, Virgin MARIAAAAAA) and I make the fatal mistake, still chuckle and say " and what kind of pictures will never ?". At that, she picks up the phone, it turns to me and says, "These."

" OSANTAPACEDELCIELOCHECOSACASPITALESTANNOFACENDO EDINQUANTIGLIELO STANNOFACENDO ECOSASTANNOUSANDOPERFARGLIELO !"

You have no idea. You can not have it. Know that I'm hating the guy who studies since then to increase the resolution of camera phones, and the lady had an incredibly high resolution, a characteristic he shared with at least a couple of people surrounded the lady herself. Since then, go figure out why, I feel an instinctive sense of revulsion at the thought of preparing a soup and I can not hear the words "phallic symbol" without falling to the ground unconscious. If I get close to a mobile phone I get a nosebleed.
Needless to say, all these mixed emotions were left alone in my brain and I could not get me to notice anything, I was unperturbed as an English butler. Sure. In fact, I was petrified of salt. The lady leaves the money card on the counter (I was not able to stretch your hands (characteristic for which the guests of the Lord, however, holds several records), smirks and leaves waving.

If there is any among you Satanist knows that I have seen what he looks their leader.

And not just the face

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So always the case. I tell everyone (wife, daughter, mother, brother) "I do not break my dick, Sunday can not see you and hear you in the morning I go to the bike that I've got the race in June, then later in symbiosis with the sofa and remote control of Sky. "
Me ripensacce spit in the face.
My mother-in-law (born holy woman from one of the intersections Eichmann between a Doberman and a steamroller, track) when I call the shorts "that come to you so do the barbecue."
Now.
In the previous sentence are crap in pairs, the first come from you. My mother-in-law, by itself, does not even look at the time. My mother-in-law, alone, do not even use toilet paper. My mother-in-law, by itself, does not emit gases as by-products even digestive problems.
My mother-in-law moves in a pack.
you, my father (poor man that I love and who, for reasons unknown to most people, like my mother-in-law), son of my mother-in-law dickhead (referred to one of the two, is the same ), the companion of a dick, daughter of dickhead otherwise said Rosemary baby.
The second is the shit we barbecue. The barbecue
I do.
Now, I understand that you like the stuff done on the barbecue, but to do it, it took hours for a jerk who has smoked, seared and burned his eyes, sipped every asshole who has not even turned on a television that transmits a cooking program but believed Visscher (sausages've been through in the ice before cooking? Senno are not good. And the pork ribs are slaughtered by the light of the moon, the sixth year of using knives and mother of pearl millet that this is not you hear the wild? Are you using a fork and not the normal bucasausicce 2000?) and that, moreover, must remember the taste of baking all. I
.
plus What are vegetarian.
Over the years I got at least one thing, a condition from which there shall be disregarded: I make the barbecue and cook everything, but should never miss the beer. They do, this is true. So
laying the bike, you go to buy sausages, ribs and bacon for everyone, just the charcoal and cook. All with my wife yelling orders in a whirlwind vacuum cleaner, bed linen beaten and stuff hidden in the closets.
My mother-in-law arrives in time. The son lives in paris asshole. Stepping out of the house had two choices: turn left and take the easy connection or turn right and would not slip as no one in the casino blocking traffic for the ROME MARATHON sporting event advertised for six months who know well the kids and ratatuoille type mice.
What I tell you to do? Right.
start to eat? Noooo then the kid is offended. The infamous dickhead bitch the teacher has even phoned to say "do not start without us, ten minutes and we're there," something like an hour and a half before you get really.
Cute as fine an officer.
Not to mention the bitch of a daughter four years ago even if below, carefully choosing the carpet in the living room as a target we were not even in the big Lebowski and snatching from the hands of my little daughter Irene decides to take anything. I allowed myself tell him to stop and mom took me aside and explained to me that nononono, Carlottina not be shooting that is still sensitive and she is convinced that children should be left alone and free to express themselves, all while the baby takes the anti-Christ ' album that my daughter was coloring and pulls him laughing before his eyes. To which I would reply, "Look, you're right, your daughter is sensitive and must be left free to express MA, or you take it and take it away from me before or Irene's face turns red his sensitive ass in the face, and then I make him see how freely you cut your tires free fucking free suv you have left free to express themselves freely on my roses. " Took
his daughter and he did not again mentioned.
They bring the cake. The usual
fucking puff pastry. Seventeen years you know. Seventeen years that I attend your home and you mine. Seventeen years that every fucking dinner, christening, dinner, Christmas, Easter, birthday party or baby Satanist, and you always with puff pastry. But they pay you? You are members of a secret Masonic lodge for the spread of milfoil? You are aliens and communicated through the layers of pastry? Not the fucking mimosa sacher but na, na charlotte, a fruit tart. What does it cost?

Needless to say, have left home or after the first twenty minutes of Private Ryan.
I still have to finish cleaning.
I hate them. All.

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We had some great eggplant in the house, so it was almost "obvious" this recipe;)



Serves 4 :

macaroni 500 g [320 g mezzepenne we used]
1 kg of ripe tomatoes [I used half the jar of tomato sauce in a glass bottle]
4 aubergines [ I used a very large]
100 g of ricotta salata
basil 1 large onion

oil, salt.

Fry melanzae cut into pieces, after I left them in salted water for about an hour [passage jumped, I salted and fried: p].
Peel tomatoes, cut into small pieces and fry in a pan with the sliced onion.
Add salt and cook the sauce as a dino will not be dense.
Boil the pasta al dente drain it and season it with the sauce of tomato, fried aubergine and ricotta salata cheese.
Garnish with basil leaves.


Pesantuccia but very good:)

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Our treasure Noemi after a cake has decided to whet your appetite with a savory treat.
post it at dinner is a real torture because it looks delicious! * __ *


Ingredients: 1 roll of dough

brise
Filling: 500 grams of mushrooms

500 g of potatoes (the ones that are more robust roast)
250 g taleggio
For Royal:

1tuorlo
1 egg 150 gr of fresh cream


a pinch of salt Peel the potatoes and wash, wipe the mushrooms.
Chop the mushrooms into small pieces and cook in a skillet with oil over high heat until they chase the water then add salt and cook over medium heat until the water recedes.
Place the dough (with the help of his parchment paper) in a hinged pan and let stand in refrigerator (stick well to the edges because it tends to fall, if you keep putting on a sheet of parchment paper in the shape of the mold)
Cut the potatoes into mandolin and blanch in salted water for a while, when he returns to boil, drain the potatoes, dip in cold water, dry with kitchen paper and roll in bread crumbs.
The mushrooms are ready, add pepper and parsley and turn off.
Place potatoes topped with lightly breaded in a circle on the dough covering the bottom of our quiche. Cut the
Taleggio slices, set aside 2 and the rest we're going to do it in strips placed in a radial pattern over the potatoes.
Pour over the mushrooms.
In a bowl, prepare the royal Spatt egg yolk, cream and salt. Cut 2 slices of Taleggio cheese into cubes and add them to the royal.
Pour over mushrooms.
Bake at 180-200 degrees for 40-45 minutes (depending on oven).

Note: Cover with foil halfway through cooking if it is colored too (I have forgotten, but it does nothing)

exquisite, even if the pasta is really pesaaante brisa. There is satisfied with a slice!

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Read a recipe and then make your head




It 's my personal mantra.
usually are a disciplined person, I follow regularly, and it recipes. Too bad
are also stubborn, so if I put myself in the head to do something but I do not have all the ingredients, I try to be a shrug and go along anyway: p even though it is the first time that I attempt in the recipe XD

Here, it happened that I thought I had all the ingredients for these Bouchons, however was not so, I'd like to, so I proceeded.
do not know if the original recipe would give the same result, maybe it was even better, but I guarantee that they are little gems!

** Refrain purists of the kitchen, whatever that means **



Serves about 6 bouchons :
[failing cannoli molds I used those rounds from muffins ^ ^ ']

25
g flour 100 g almond flour (or finely ground almonds)

125 g sugar 25 g cocoa [er ... not having enough cocoa I used a bag of Ciobar: p after all it is cocoa that too, no?]
80 g butter plus a little 'for the molds

4 egg whites 50 g dark chocolate into small pieces [chocolate chips, you first]
2 tablespoons white sesame [not knowing where to find the white sesame I bought the granulated sugar: p]


a pinch of salt Preheat the oven to 180 degrees.
Mix the ground almonds, flour, sugar, cocoa and salt.
Melt the butter. With a fork, whip the egg whites about 3 minutes. You do not need that are going one on snow, should only be a little 'puffy.
Add to butter mixture and egg whites, and finally, the pieces of chocolate. Butter the molds and pour the mixture baba 3 / 4.
Sprinkle the surface with sesame seeds and bake 10 minutes at 180 degrees, then lower to 150 ° and cook for another 15 minutes.