movements in the sauce spage
was a Saturday night. Cheese fondue is looming. "comfort food" needed in this busy autumn. Then the wind turned. "And if we did a mega "spage sauce"? "And when I say mega ... A pot of £ 60 an abundance of vegetables, meat, tomatoes, garlic and spices ... Well, it's more work than a fondue, but with a small glass of red wine and a jazz background, it heals the deepest discounts in question.
Because these changing times (read: season), fatigue, and it seems the hormonal imbalance due to stress helping professional, thoughts are turned upside down, shoved off and proportions. And as my world of work seems more befitting my sensibility momentarily weakened, the ideas are going in all directions. And
not to mention the language divide in this world that is felt more and more as cultural sensitivities are decidedly different. Titillating and very fine degree of concepts and visions, I realize that the walls are moving by themselves without that I need to hit them. There
home too full, a tidal and tired of constantly having to defend concepts that seems to fall under the human sense, sensible and logical, but which have no place in the storylines and trade measures profitability.
There is also the fact that to feel the wind that runs before the first breath of air is particularly hard to explain, validate, quantify and account. I can do nothing against the spirits accounting. Yet the past me once more vindicated. But it is the present that counts (this count!) And I live in the future trends, I move into the horizon of consciousness ...
short, this sauce could not be more comforting because here it upsets the conventions do not follow any recipe, it disturbs the traditions by creating excess, overload and excess, it is made of light oblique right-thinking people, because nobody behind us is there to criticize the approach. And most importantly, we have faith in the outcome of the process because of Anyway, it will be divine this sauce!
And for the record, even by five, the sauce having spent the night outside in the morning it was still warm. Was it the fire of passion in this sauce? Definitely!
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