Very well. Another event, which is served by the cooking blogs. and although, strictly speaking, one of the many that I had again missed by a hair.
I've actually been awarded him, from Steph ( multikulinarisch.es ) and the Iceland-Girl (News from the island). Thank you, my friends. And how do I get the honor? The Lord Peppinello aware of this.
his ways. Because of him.
Thank you, Mr. Peppinello, what would this blog without you. In truth, I thank here all the best Cooking teacher of all, namely my mother. Changing my cooking lexicon.
course I have my procedure for on-lending initially does not read, and in my mind immediately flashes in neon letters on the following: ROBERT! ROBERT blink! ROBERT blink! blink. Later I realize then that we have blogs every day, millions of calls, not allowed to call. Oh. Hm
To my shame I must confess that I know of very few new blogs, although there are a lot there. And with good security.
I do not listen sometimes spontaneously.
One of my favorite blog is by Nathalie (my almost soul mates). In its Cucina Casalinga she cooks in Bavaria allowed as the Italian police. Criminally good.
And Pam, of Mestolo . The cooks vegetarian, Mediterranean, and makes beautiful photos, beautiful than I ever could. Pam also lives in the same place as I, in the Rhineland.
Then there Magdi from " daily joy of cooking . Magdi is a South Tyrolean and lives in Merano (which is synonymous with paradise for me). All that produces Magdi in her kitchen is heavenly. Your photo of the pantry, I think I have a few thousand times clicked.
Jutta. The Schnüppschnüss whose Man is not Manzfred. Rhinelander, which (unfortunately) lives in Mönchengladbach. She is a true Meisterkonditorin. Most of her I love her humor and typical Rhenish absolutely hilarious spelling.
The Kaltmamsell of the appetizer plate . Your blog is designed not only to cook. She writes a lot about life. It touches me every time with her wonderful stories about all sorts of feelings.
These are not new or blog? And they are not known nor do I believe, right?
matter. I like them. In this sense. Ciao.
fang `As I only. So normally I wonder even in 117 percent of the time, as I get out of any number after I talked to the head and neck. Here the problem is now strangely different. How to get here only in the number again? I can not remember.
blogging I mean. In the cooking blog. Meanwhile, I've realized that you do not read here about my exorbitant recipes, or magnificent pictures. No. It's probably because I'll open the door. In my life. ("Our", says the Lord Peppinello, "not yours, our life ....")
Okay. Prayer. About which I here insert small anecdotes. Just like today. Be honest. I did not feel all the time. To write, post, read and comment, reply email.
battery empty. Where am I to tell? So, our water damage history has long been barred. The Hotel-phase duration was coupled with busy 7-day weeks. During this time I threatened to turn the children with a children's home and life-long all-electric-ban ". Several times I offered to the Lord Peppinello to the divorce. Once I top off of night from the hotel, and was promptly go angela bert a traffic light by dubious types in a lowered truck. (Since I was the Lord Peppinello he prefers ....)
After the autumn break, it was more quiet. Prompt , my father put her in the hospital. Weak heart, clogged arteries. He remained (with interruptions) until just before Christmas in the hospital. The last time he came in with the alarming diagnosis of blood in the stool, "which turned out in the aftermath as hemorrhoids. The really bad thing about this hospital stay was but my mother in law.
There are in fact something you do not know. She has been ill for many years, and refuses to leave his house. Physically she is fitter than most. What is going on in her head, we can understand only with difficulty. Grandma Peppinella suffers from paranoid schizophrenia .
This is no joke this time.
So she was several weeks with its head and cinema, and an estimated 180 males in the ear alone at home. They dictated to us meter long shopping lists. Amazingly, they wanted including packet soups. I was ashamed at Edeka, when I put the unspeakable stuff in the cart, but: would be to contradict my mother in law have been worse, believe me. This required meat (to make nothing wrong with favorite butcher bought) they discarded the next day. Starting in the trash so that it was bad. "Si era fatta nera la carne." It was corrupted by its view, due to the influence of any sinister forces. The new rain jacket the small Peppinello disappeared without a trace into the void and is to this day be found. "L'hanno rubata, i cornuti." Stolen, she claimed. Because even in the bathroom constantly missing things came, she closed her bathroom ado. Of course, then the key was gone, that it happened at night around eleven the door, whereupon the next day I charming little call from the property management was given. Speaking of Call. She called every day, in shops or private. And they insulted the answering machine (in one case 9 times in a row). "Barabong" the answering machine to say to her, ask me why. It behaved well quite plausible. None of their calls came from us to, but was by some Portuguese (!) diverted. Elsewhere. (To argue the contrary is of no use).
some point they stick to the bare foot, and went alone to the doctor. What is almost a wonder of the world. In retrospect, I conducted weeks later, an argument with her because she was convinced of course that the doctor had not treated properly, but has only done so. The X-ray machine had not made such "click-clack. She claimed that it was not turned on. They also had not seen the pictures. Hours later I was the last straw, and I snapped, "You know what, Mary? This has the extra made. Who has said himself, here comes the grandma Peppinella, and the times I verarsche properly "
So she was then happy.
short, it is a scream. Everything.
I could continue this monologue here for hours. Completely inappropriate in a cooking blog, I know. And I'm not sure if I post here at all. Probably get a heart attack at the Lord Peppinello so much soul striptease.
I must reconsider again if I tell you that everything here.
