I thought that being a mother of boys I would have to follow the perservato fashion but I think Yups have pretty clear ideas on the subject. A child must be healthy carriers of All Star Converse canvas.
Now, for people like me in the '80s brought a bunch permanent, batwing-sleeved sweaters and lost the padding from the shoulders down the street running behind the autubus, for girls who were lost behind Nick Kamen was left in his underwear in front of the washing machine ... the ollstar purple (you still wore ties cones) had a dream that could come true even with the promotion and maybe even a subject in September.
In fact, I had a gift at the very top end of the second though I was typing in was postponed because Chucaracha caught playing with the typewriter, shorthand and had subscribed to me because even the teacher who was resaconto shorthand for a left-handed was like asking John MacEnroe to play with the right.
So that year, like all boys of my age, wearing the famous shoes. Only that, living in Venice, there were three things that the fashion did not take account: the heat, the fantsmini were not very common, and the summer is spent in changing for the beach hut.
So that summer we were three cousins \u200b\u200bin the middle of adolescence, you're ollstar equal. Around July they began to fall the first victims. A neighbor called the fire department thinking of the hut there was a gas leak from the neighbor, an aunt risk of being suffocated by the stench exhaled from shoes fail to fit the clothes in apnea, a pair of shoes were washed in a washing machine, pop written but the smell remained intact.
The summer of the year after ollstar were always a classic, but we bought all the shoes .... but it was also the year of my vacation in Greece where cousin took us all of the beautiful leather bags, which smelled of gorgonzola like shoes, but newly tanned skin. So
distance of 25 hearts found myself retrying ollstar, as a surprise to Yups! We have the same number. Thus prevented from mom, having found a 25 euro I had to stop a boy of 12 years with 43 of the foot to ask what they used. I took those blurred, seems to be fine.
Yups! was delighted, I could make him promise to put my socks and he's all happy. When she told my mom what I had given him, she turned her eyes saying màriasantissimanonsarannotornate, but no mother will see it puts Calz stop ..... Yups interruption and scream! ... Mom! Grandma! I just stepped on poop !!!!!..
Silence.
Nick Kamen, I need you .... your washing machine .... and return the DoctorMartens!
Jumping Stake in fraser .... here is a pie to be done to forget. I like cold, even if it takes to roll out the dough Maciste.
For the neighbors, those shots accompanied by rhythmic groans you heard from the kitchen window were desperate attempts of the Beloved of my good and stretch the dough ... if you have a partner also used the frozen puff pastry ..
Ingredients
pasta
250
flour 30 g butter
60 ml olive oil 125 gr
hot
salt
filling
450 grams of spinach
1 leek sliced \u200b\u200b1 / 4 teaspoon nutmeg
200 grams of feta
2 tablespoons bread crumbs
3 beaten eggs 2 tablespoons olive oil
Procedimento
Mescolare la farina al burro aggiungere il sale e l'olio e poi l'acqua calda. Formare una palla di pasta e farla riposare in frigorifero per una mezzora.
In una casseruola mettere gli spinaci lessati con il porro e fare intenerire il porro salare e aggiungere la noce moscata.
Unire la feta sbriciolata e il pangrattato. Lasciare raffredare e poi aggiungere le uova leggermente sbattute.
Scaldare il forno a 220°C .
Spread 3 / 4 of the dough and line a mold by a top edge 3 cm. Pour the filling and cover with remaining dough.
Bake for 45 minutes on middle shelf of the oven.
