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Ikebana cauliflower

I live in a district is located in just about everything.

supermarkets, the chic with the super brands, the small but well stocked, a bit below the 'pulcioso.

Two films and two theaters (none of the theaters, but anyway you want) and a municipal library.

The three subway lines and buses.

A public garden and an archaeological park (a beautiful monument in Rome, there must be).

A McDonald's (which could help it), 4-5 to cut pizzas (but where in Rome there are not 4 or 5), a pair of kebabbari, 3-4 pub, some nice restaurants (including a Sardinian, two wood-fired pizza, a Japanese, Vietnamese and an intimate bistro), two niches where to have a drink and ice cream three of which at least two noteworthy.

We do miss the policy in the area: the former seat of the new force, then become Forza Italy then lost strength and became PDL; revived a home just beyond the PSI, the banquet of radical corner of each election, same goes for the banquet of Di Pietro.

Centre elders, police, district, clinic and ASL various branches of the citizen completes the picture.

short, a district well served.

Almost. A greengrocer

affordable.

No, because there is a fruit, just go and buy meat in sauce dodo panda costs less.

Because our grocer is not just a fruit vendor, no. He is an artist, a sophist of plant chlorophyll a perfectionist, which is wonderful, but it makes life difficult!

Step into his shop, fruit and vegetables, and first of all is hit dall'afrore of patchouli and sandalwood, then his silver hair and used a hairdryer to Jean Louis David comes to you showing her goods with a smile that you have to put sunglasses.

Ikebana with cauliflower. Blaze of snails on a bed of pumpkins grown bonsai hand personally by him.

Pistilli pumpkin flowers lying on the most minute and transparent lamb 's lettuce leaves, picked one by one.

Lui favoloso, cibo meraviglioso, roba bellissima, peccato che a mangiare un'insalta ci lasci lo stipendio di due giorni. Di farsi un minestrone nemmeno a parlarne...

Non so voi, ma i miei amici mi appellano dicendo "Ecco quello che campa mangiando fiori". Va da sé che ho un problema non da poco visto che sono alto 1,90 e di fiori a pasto ne mangio proprio tanti!

Oggi, dopo essermi fatto tutta la linea A, da parte a parte (e aver salutato come tutti i giorni il Tevere, unico momento in cui mi guardo un po' d'acqua, salmastra sì, ma sempre meglio di niente), ho avuto una favolosa sorpresa poco fuori della stazione metro di casa.

Una nube di lacca residua, tinte violacee e odore di fondotinta e cera di cupra; codazzo di carrelli per la spesa. Un'assembramento di vecchie!

Consapevole che l'anzianità porta saggezza ed esperienza mi avvicino fiducioso allo sgambettante ammucchio di selinità. Le ottuagenarie mi guardano con sospetto, poi accettano l'intruso con alterigia e scostando i carrelli e le chiome permanentate mi mostrano infine la loro preda.

Un bel ragazzo egiziano è dietro un bancone di frutta e verdura e, stupore! I cartelli sono scritti con pennarello su buste di carta marrone, le verdure sono ammassate senza cura maniacale, ci sono prezzi che non necessitano l'elevazione a potenza per essere esposti senza un'aggiunta al cartello e fanno mostra di sé semplici buste bianche e guanti plastic so that everyone can fill his bag a bit 'as they like and without running the risk of upsetting the balance of feng shui the store!

The emotion caught me off guard and got I just bought a pound of peaches, three heads of lettuce and two packets of soup (so stunned, not stupid).

not rich, because I was not even before, but even on the street, I came out with grocery baskets full of bold and went home!

Now the neighborhood is complete.

Felix, I'm going to burn my dinner.

V.

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Okay, I broke my left elbow.

Okay, I burned my right hand with hot oil.

Okay, I got the lumbago.

I miss a leg ailment and did a nice Pokerino!

In exchange, the party's new book is taking a different direction than I thought. Indeed the process throwing the old and the old idea and throwing in a completely different project. So much so that until I write is good and the rest does not matter.

This summer I set a healthy period.

Gym all the time spent in the city, the campaign for the weekend and then, finally, Croatia and Sardinia to see a bit 'of sea water and throw in the whale in me.

In fact, after two weeks of the gym, was just beginning to see the first results on little arms and tummy, there it is that I throw myself on the ground with all expenditure, cans and mixed fruit travel down the hill, torn trousers and grazed knees.

What I stumbled? Nothing could be dumber than a piece of plastic that I had seen from far away but I decided to ignore that "Both the excess with two strides." Too bad that with the gym the first day my legs were tired and when it was time to mow, and feet are rubbed together, tight as a bolas absolutely no intention, I fell down as the silliest of the pines. Luckily, I walked slowly!

Good. Emergency services, physiotherapy and cast for 21 days horizon. Croatia? Maybe next year. Sardinia? Not even talking about it. Only go in the car or walking me brought tears to the eyes.

transfer in the country! With cats, computers, books and recipes for all to Mompeo hospitalization. At least I'm cool.

I have time to get back a bit 'in the sixth to be able to cook, dust, Sautee, I reverse the boiling oil of eggplant (pasta alla norma successful, but then you know I did a salad that is also less fat) on the right hand (the good). After the withdrawal

medical-spiritual-literary rural and sweeps and washes and dries and dust. All with the cast and his hand burned, but so you can not stand still doing nothing for three weeks! To console

accept the invitation to go to see Nouvelle Vague Alpheus tonight.

You end up cleaning the house, I load in the car and wham! lumbago seated! Too much movement after three weeks still. Wonder. In tears you download the car in the Roman house, I put the good old anti-inflammatory patch between the shoulder blades, I look down on the couch and face the facts: the concert of the Nouvelle Vague is not feasible.

Tomorrow I take off the plaster. The bad luck still do not know. Fortunately not I throw myself down in the dumps!

V.

ps: ah! Internet runs like a grandmother with no left leg and unconvinced of direction, so I can not even upload an image for this post! ^ _ ^