A really nice film, old old but timeless reads: Arsenic and Old Lace.
Now the title is not because I thought that the laurel poisoning, anything, in fact I recommend it because it is very good .. I rather came to mind because of the lace.
When I pissed or upset about something, something important to say, poking, poking and put in order, in my room in my thoughts. Well you now might seem strange for me that is a chronic disorder, that if there is no casino does not seem to be happy, that if by chance come to my room the thieves must first put in order to understand how to move. But really bad when I thought that as a blending mill stuck in my head, I begin to give me to breathe and act, here and now. Probably because I need to start somewhere, find a corner that marks the beginning of my, look between objects and dust tracks of my thoughts and answers. It seems to have entered adulthood that weigh more mastery behaviors first in colors more neutral not to be problematic. So I rummaged taken by the vortex in the large trunk in Grandma's attic, looking for traces of ancient ways and hasty words under the flicker dell'unicinetto between stationary and mobile the gnarled fingers. Dust the sun shines, like fragments of nacre thin Calvin was not wrong if to say that what is for some other powder is life. The iron lock gives way and there is a smell of cotton preserved ancient designs and whispered, glances that "stole" the teachings, faster and smarter of the word, wide skirts and white aprons scented talc. Starting with a shirt and walk to the radiating edges, creating laced hills where he was a messy pile of yarn, change point of view, jumping into the irrational that it can sometimes be more rational use of its opposite, to search through the threads of wire cleverly mixed a trace of you and feel the thickness beneath your fingertips, have the courage to follow it, feel under your nostrils the scent that leaves the starch in its wake, smile at the old cat from the nearby stack and those wonders, including sheets, blankets, mats and centers, each color for a thought: pink , blue, white, beige, and detonated them all together in the low ceiling glass, overlooking the sky of early morning and realize that they are the same colors of dawn, all at once.
LIQUOR OF LAUREL
INGREDIENTS:
25 bay leaves biological
1 liter of alcohol
1 liter of water
500 gr. sugar
They get an infusion in alcohol for at least 10-15 days in the dark.
past which is filtered and mixed with the syrup by bringing in boiling water and sugar.
The filter I use is like cotton gauze. If the bottle is made of glass clear is best because if they can admire the beautiful color, it seems distillate chlorophyll! But do not let her see the sun because otherwise you will find that the beautiful bright green color, gives way to a brownish and less exciting, although the flavor will be better anyway.
It 's a good digestive and the smell of bay will wrap, eaten with a piece of chocolate or pasticciotto of bitter coffee, delicious break to chase away the bad thoughts , then the rest will do your best friends who, fortunately, the time passes but they are always there!
