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therapy bento

Ok. Arrived at the fifth week in office, I can say that I set.
I get my feet on automatic pilot to the coffee machine, I remember half the names of colleagues that I should mention, beginning to appreciate the trees I see from my window. The shift
8 +1 +2 hours (including lunch break and shift in meters) is a bit 'tough. Especially the sad nell'urfida lunch room cafeteria floor -1 (MINUS-ONE laws, laws CELLAR IN THE DARK).
The office is in the cosmic void (read 'on the sink Boccea') en there on a parquet floor, a restaurant, a kebabbaro pizzettaro or a similar nearby. So I carry a pranzettino prepared at home. And by virtue
need arises (it says so, right?).
Arrive home around 20, the jelly cats, shower, big salad for dinner. Then I start to think about my bento for the next day. I think I like rice, omelette all'involtino, the Sauteed vegetables accompanying the seal, to the colors.
I cook dinner while the video call a little 'with Pikkun and then I go to bed, the cats after reading a bit'.
the morning after breakfast while I cook the rice, then everything in my bento boxes tokiense and at eight-thirty, when I go, I do not feel down in the dumps. Already thinking about lunch from there a few hours.
During lunch, the cafeteria is always urfida and always in the basement (supposedly populated by strange monsters Panzoni) but my room is so pretty and think about what I eat the next day, the colors you want in the dish and the I can invent, I become a bit 'more cheerful.
And then I make a great look great every time I set food! : D
Uh uh uh!

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Singing Get Well Cards

Water climber

raining cats and dogs. I leave the office and a blast of wind wet rooms inside the sleeves of my sweater.
Curse of me when I do not take the gloves!
I did not start to enjoy the autumn leaves and orange that winter has shots thrown in freezing cold.
Rome is a city large enough to have many parks within it, and fortunately work close to one of them.
The air does not just suck. But it is not fresh and crisp as if it were the campaign. And the cold of winter does not improve the situation. Indeed.
A mixture of methane and smog, interspersed with blasts of compressed humanity in shops and public transport. Too many coats and scarves in small rooms and hot. Too much sweating humanity all together. And imagine, we are well placed to pave the way ... hot wet cement ... the maximum.
meters from the road back to freezing and water blown by the wind. I run to do some 'expenditure and any When I enter a store I melt your face from the cold. And so on napkins and candles.
I can in the cold once again and the wind is committed to give me the final boost. What an asshole. And then came the thunder. I knew it came from. Followed by the latest downpour. Running shoes with the soles detached ... and go!
Arrival at the gate of the house that the water that I was climbing up the socks to his underwear, making the climber on his jeans.
At home, hot is hot and dry. I'm not hungry and I did not feel like cooking.
I hear a familiar smell. I smile. Did not expect to find at home.
I get up wet clothes directly into the living room and radiators to dry them on the hill.
Until tomorrow I will not even see you in the picture.
take it from the shopping bag of dog food and cats fill the bowls.
Until tomorrow I will not even see in the picture even you.
barefoot through the corridor. The air is hot, but the marble floor is always cold to peel away the skin. Hops
three meters of marble cold, short visit to the bathroom to pee and wash face and hands.
later in the bedroom and the nose does not betray.
I slip under the covers. This room is always a bit 'and cooler than the rest of the house of hot air does not reach here.
Out of the storm raging beats.
I greet you with a tongue, so you can not get here.
The warmth under the sheets I heated the tip of the nose and appearance of the fingers of the hands and feet may warm up a bit 'before you get close to her body. Fixed
my legs with her and I feel good.
I feel her breath and the sound of wind and rain become a nice background.
Turns, kisses me and hugs me. There is something inexplicable in all this.
Something that makes it a counterpoint, a drawing pad material is completely different.
welfare can not be explained. You can only perceive. Under the covers
warms my cold body against hers and feel the caress on the back.
So that's my well-being, and although I can not explain and I can not tell, it's something I look for every day and every night. E ringrazio tutti i kami e gli spiriti che mi proteggono tutte le volte che lo ritrovo.

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Aztec Armband Tattoo Designs

Recipe: Nabe

Il nabe è un piatto invernale molto casalingo e molto usato in Giappone. E' un po' come il Sukiyaki o Shabu Shabu, ma molto più 'povero' negli ingredienti e molto meno noto in Italia (io l'ho scoperto in andando lì !). Giulio mi ha regalato per il compleanno un pentolino da tavola (grazie Pise'! mai regalo fu più azzeccato!) nato per la fonduta ma utilizzabile per tutto e il giorno dopo che ho scartato il pentolino ho subito tentato il mio primo Nabe... e devo dire di essere rimasto ESTREMAMENTE soddisfatto del risultato. E' venuto davvero davvero buono, even if the soup recipe is a bit 'on the nose. However, very simple to do and the result is in effect!

Ingredients for two people
For the broth

700ml water 3 tablespoons fish stock lyophilized (katsuobushi konbu and algae would be better)
soy sauce to taste To cook

leafy vegetables (spinach, chard and the like)
1 leek sliced \u200b\u200bmushrooms
various (oyster, shiitake, mushrooms, porcini mushrooms, Caesar ...)
cabbage, cabbage (any vegetables cut into slices or pieces)
fish or meat into pieces or straccetti
Dashimaki sliced \u200b\u200b
udon, somen, ramen or white rice bolliti
Una pentola da tavola con coperchio e fornello

Preparativi di base
Il brodo per il nabe deve avere un sapore molto delicato perché non deve coprire il sapore degli altri ingredienti, ma accompagnarlo. Una volta messo sul fuoco il pentolino componete in maniera armonica i vari ingredienti, come se doveste fare un boquet e coprite con il coperchio.

Procedimento
Gli ingredienti e un po' di brodo vengono presi dalla pentola centrale da ogni commensale e messi nella propria ciotolina. Man mano che vengono consumati, altri ingredienti vengono aggiunti secondo il gusto di ognuno. Quando si è quasi sazi si possono aggiungere degli spaghetti somen o udon o ramen o del riso al brodo, and the last to eat with the broth flavored with all the ingredients cooked

It 's a dish very social and very friendly, the dinner I did with the nabe has lasted almost two hours and not even realize we are there!

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Wow Trial Account Mount

Recipe: Dashimaki - Rolled omelet


This is an omelette that is prepared for a variety of Japanese dishes, not least the sushi. It is prepared in an instant and it's really really good! The only problem might be to retrieve the broth of seaweed and katsuobushi (the same that is used to make miso soup), but is rather essential because the flavor is given almost all the broth! In any case, international food stores found in both ready to freeze-dried ... it is not impossible in fact.


Ingredients 6 eggs 60ml
konbu seaweed broth and katsuobushi

2 teaspoons sugar 1 teaspoon salt Preparation

basic
Heat the broth in a saucepan and let us dissolve salt and sugar , never boil it. Let cool.
Beat the eggs with chopsticks (with chopsticks do not make foam, which must be avoided) and add the cooled broth, mixing thoroughly.

procedure
Lightly oil a frying pan and pour a portion of eggs sufficient to make a thin crepe. Once that is cooked roll it up and let herself in a corner of the pan. Lightly oil the pan again and paid another dose of eggs. Once cooked the second crack, play the first second and rewind it over one another, putting it at one end of the pan. Keep going until you finish the beaten eggs. Eventually you will get a 'swivel crepe omelet' rather compact and is held together by herself.

Sliced \u200b\u200bcrosswise with a height of half an inch is perfect for the nigiri !

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Usb Extreme Hd Loader

Losing pieces street

saccharine is not a metaphor ... I'm literally missing pieces in the street! The day that I will use metaphors così trite datemi un fortissimo colpo in testa per cortesia. Per ora non le uso e ci penso benissimo da solo a maltrattarmi...
Dopo essermi tagliato un pezzo di pollice che è andato a partecipare ad un curry rice oggi si è arrivati alla resa dei conti con Red Beast ...
E ho vinto io solo perché la chirurgia è un'arma assolutamente medioevale e brutale.
Dopo essere mitamente spuntato verso luglio-agosto, red beast è stato maltrattato, scoperchiato, congelato due volte, odiato e disprezzato. E la sua unica reazione è stata quella di crescere, crescere e crescere fino a coprirmi il labbro da cima a fondo (non che siano tanto grandi, ma insomma è pur sempre una bella superfice per granuloma a damn!).
returned from Japan I waited Wednesday, today, that is the day when the surgeon that I had frozen red twice did the study ID, that is the day that I lost another pound of flesh (Okay, not really a pound is, but it is very Shilock ...).
Check ID at 7 am after leaving home at 6 (the time needed to something at least), I take my numeretto confident and I start in a row in the waiting room. Red takes a coffee and gets quiet and listen to the ipod while I finish reading the book by Chuck. An hour passes and nothing happens.
"Mrs. nurse, I'm sorry ... but Dr. Lxxxxxxxxi?"
"Ah ... but he comes not until 10:30! "

Well ....
After three hours of waiting I had my ass into squares (the benches are metal squared for some inspiration of an interior decorator SM) Red and peaceful sleep on my face, bloated and increasingly soaring.
Lxxxxxxxi Finally the doctor calls me in the studio.
"What's happened?"
"It 's a bit grown up ..."
"But we have already frozen twice! "
as if I had encouraged me to grow. Can you imagine doctor? froze immediately after that I went home to give him a warm bath in order to do that again, then I took him to the cinema and I bought a kebab ...
"I think it is appropriate to surgically remove it"
and appeared at an odd grin on his face, normally placid and cunning.
'It's better if you lie down. I'll give a little' bad. "
ç_ç
"Now feel the sting of anesthesia, will be a little 'pain, but then will not hear anything"
and the smile widened. It
injections. Hurt. Then I do not feel anything. I put a cover on the surgical side. It has a small door on Red and covers my eyes but I see all the same because I have a long nose and lift the cover enough to peek.
Move violence gauze on Red, irritated that attacks with a flurry of splashes of blood (almost in good aiming becca face the nurse). Dr. L. back with a second pass and stuns him by both Red completely wrong the second shot that goes straight into my throat (and it is loooong loooong vampire sucks!).
At that point, Red is now already exhausted (Poor soon he too was awake), Dr. L. grabs it between his thumb and forefinger and pull it up, grab the knife and stabbed by four at the base.
Satan continues with a look at the edge of Red and the distinct sound of my meat is cut (the sound a bit 'as the leather is cut ... I do not know if you have any) bothers me a bit'. Carefully chisel the sides of Red and finally pulls away. It turns out a bloody Palletta with a small tail that trophic was stuck in my lips ...
A wonder: Red is born!
Then I put a metal plate in his hand
"all right?"
the nurse became aware that they are pale and my eyes dart from side to side while twisting my feet, but with courage metalicca clasp plate thinking, "and with this we have to do?"
"Now we use electricity to cauterize the wound"
Annam well ...
Nice smoke. Allegro smell of barbecued chicken and Dr. L. who with his white apron and grin seemed to be doing a barbeque to the family ... With deft hand
takes needle and thread and start cucirmi.
Now. I do not know if you ever put the dots, I did, several times. Ma sempre in punti in cui non potevo guardare, dietro la testa, sulla schiena, il gomito...
Stavolta ho visto. Sentivo il rumore del filo che passava(oltre all'odore di pollo che continuava ad aleggiare), vedevo l'ago entrare ed uscire dalla mia carne.
Non è tanto per dire: cuciono. Fisicamente. Avvicinano due pezzi di carne viva legandoli con ago e filo. Passando un filo bianco dentro la carne...
mi viene da vomitare...
Comunque. Fatto anceh questo il dottor L. sembra soddisfatto, mi alzo a sedere e mi aspetto quasi di vederlo sorridere e di offrirmi una sigaretta chiedendomi se mi è piaciuto quanto è piaciuto a lui...
Mi sono guardato allo specchio ero pallidino devo dire... e ho tremolato fino alla metro....

and lucky that I even decided to enroll in medicine for a short time! To console

'm going to weigh myself on the Wii Fit, Red between finger and a pound of flesh I will have really lost?!

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