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Souvenirs / Souvenirs

Court will ticket this week because, for the first time since the 35 years I have lived in Spain, my two sisters came to see me, together and without their families.

The sun is shining, the nature is superb, e motions fuse, we see so little.

Our memories are often contradictory, "but no, it was not Aunt Yoyo was Aunt Kitty or Tiny aunt fell into a trash can! "... (Yes, our aunts had nicknames Evoc creator).

We fall yet agree on certain topics such as meals for our youth Sunday e: roast chicken and chips, salads, cake, often a four-quart.À the time, a past not so, so far anyway, the chicken was a delicacy in our party; about the fries, oh the fries nice management, unique, best! ( here a recipe for possible non-Belgian eager to know their secret!)

Short note d and this week because for the first time in 35 years I've been living in Spain, n come to me, together and without her family, my two sisters.

the sun shine, nature is beautiful, the emotions explode, we see so little.

Our memories are of course contradictory, "no, not Aunt Yoyo, was the aunt and aunt Poucette Minou who had fallen in a trash can" ... (yes, our aunts had evocative nicknames.)

We agree on some issues like the food of our youth Sunday: roast chicken, fried potatoes, salad, cake, cake often.

In those days (not so very far away) the chicken was a festive dish at home, in terms of chips, Ah, those Belgian fries, only the best! (For non-Belgians eager to know our secret, deep-fried twice)

The potato is of course South America and Chile there are 200 varieties, they call dads and their preparation Pablo Neruda inspired, here are "dads" poetic.

Ode to Dad fried Pablo Neruda

She sizzles in the oil
boiling
joy
the world
dads
fries come

skillet
such a snowy
swan feathers


morning and leave by the
semi golden amber crackling
olives.

Garlic
their
adds its fragrance earth,
pepper,
pollen crossed the reef, and


again
dressed in a costume of ivory, they fill the base of their abundant repetition

and delicious simplicity of their land. (Trad. Colo)

Ode to the potato chip Pablo Neruda

Chisporrea
in oil
boiling

joy the world:
potato chips


enter into the pan as snow

feathers of a swan


morning and leave by
semidoradas the crackling amber
olives.


Garlic adds them
his earthly fragrance
pepper,
pollen was found in the reefs, and

dressed again

ivory suit, fill the dish
with the repetition of their abundance
and delicious simplicity of land.

(Photos de ma terrasse et des variétés chilienne potatoes)