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Decoction of carob and figs .... or the secret of Auntie M.

Last night I accompanied my aunt M. (Sister of my grandmother) the beauty of 98 years in the theater (outside our country) because went a poetry about Christmas that she had composed "by girl. Everyone was agitated: my father favorite nephew, was grinding road airport Theatre could not miss, Mother confronting G. the director to figure out exactly where it go, my aunt F. had to bring our tender and subtle actress and was slow in coming, because Aunt M. he preferred to change his clothes and could not find the black circle, to ward off those silver hair and short hair spaghetti. Thus followed by headlong arrives late aunt F. that helps you quickly by removing the tissue that protects the head from the cold. Zia M. approaching floor firmly to the stage, saluting the present row by row (including those who did not know), not caring about the agitation of the organizers who wanted to start as soon as possible. I face the holding out his hand, asking me who the mayor while walking (which the priest says, it is recognized), so I point him and drags me and greets in order before the priest and the mayor, then good is good and I sit beside her.

So, pending open a small package and quickly goes over the words, I say "are you excited?" and she "Of course not, dear, before I came I took the decoction of locust, is a secret: If you take the voice then you do not tremble. In these occasions and when you have a tad bit of a sore throat can be very helpful. "

In fact, on stage was phenomenal, his voice trembled and he was pretty loud as that of a young girl, played the His long poem of four stanzas ... .. I could not share certain is that the women in my family have always had a plus;)

Decoction of dried figs and carob

INGREDIENTS:

1 liter of water,

2 oranges, carob

6,

5 figs,

2 bay leaves, cinnamon

,

cloves or star anise,

dark brown sugar or honey (both very little and if you wish)

If you have a fireplace you can boil it in a pine cone or something like that because it is even better, otherwise you can do the same in a pot, to speed I did in the second way. Take a quart of water and put it on the fire, adding first bean into pieces and dried figs, the two halves of an orange juice and poured roughly with the peel in the water.

Then add the bay leaves, cinnamon and cloves (I had them finished and I used star anise), continue to simmer, the more bubbles, the more dense and will be better. Once you have taken on an amber color, turn and pour into cups with the aid of a strainer so that the fibers and seeds comes in there. Although to be honest they tend to fall to the bottom, so you might as well do not use it. The decoction by locust bean and sweet figs is already beautiful, so you can sweeten very little or not at all.

Add a few drops of lemon juice before serving e..

enjoy hot hot, "We rejoice in the beloved presence," as Aunt M.

"of their friends."

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octopus with celery and black olives ... and memories of sailors ...

I went out with T. to fish, the sea was good. On rocks near the small port there are a few cormorants and gulls, silent and austere as creatures of patrol, guarding imaginary. The sea is a table, you can hear the octopus that spring is approaching and you a line and sneaking a few fish that nibbles at the bait and then run away. I tried to take some photos but it is difficult to make decent with the boat in full swing.

The sea I help thinking, not so much because of distarre attention, because of the sewage at a certain point.

I'm learning to fish, fishing tackle, because I do have apnea and I manage quite. T says it damn well I can stand the sea.

My mother was a great fisher of sea urchins and octopus, despite his grandfather was contrarissimo for the position because of family and somehow did not think it suited him to his daughter. I say that it was an excellent angler, because now there is more.
My great grandmother was a true legend, at least from the stories that come to my ear.


She was excellent and well-off family, but with quirks and contemptuous decreed that the art of amiable irrationality led to disagreements with her husband alternately serious and aloof. My great grandmother G. you forward into the water, covered by the long and cumbersome "dressed as a bathroom, in the mouth with the knife between his teeth, then placid sat on a rock a few feet from the shore and began to search through the grooves, only with hands . and with the knife.

After a few minutes, get up into a bundle the skirt, where he had placed his haul of fish, the need for a delicious soup. was a woman with a strong will and a spirit stones as light as air.

Pesco and pull up slowly, I think if anything, from generation to generation, has been left to me, the spark of a memory, a small particle of wood.

OCTOPUS WITH CELERY AND BLACK OLIVE

500 g octopus

2 liomoni

a beautiful celery

half cup of black olives

oregano

extra virgin olive oil salt pepper

Boil the octopus with not a lot of water (mother of Babette docet: "The octopus is cooked with water his own ") and if my parents were very big mezzanetti can boil will kill you without bothering to first cut into pieces after cooking because it is nice to tender.

arrived cooked (you do the test with a fork) drain, let cool and cut into pieces, placing them in a bowl and adding the tasty black olives. In a nice large cup chopped garlic and some olive oil and the oregano leaves, chopped celery. Go and add the chopped celery to the pan with the octopus and black olives. Grated rind of one lemon and the other half-moon slices of ricavatevi to garnish. Add the cup of the sauce and the zest and garnish.

Each crescent a bridge linking a memory for life.