For editorial reasons that everyone guessing, I resolved to do housework in my journal.
sugar first I called all Science true dreams. And I would say in due course the ultimate fate of this text.
then I transfer the first episodes of my translation of Dante, whom we can always read a version served and finicky in UFO Magazine , who did me the honor last spring to begin to broadcast the soap. If God willing, the integral should be published in a book in 2045 or 2050. The paris on my life are open. My enemies do not yet rely too broad: I feel young, I eat like four, I monitor my balance and I have a healthy horse.
Jean-Philippe has a warrant of arrest issued against him, imposed a speed-dating with a judge in a very tidy office at the local court. From scratch clerk, he can ship it to keep. Serious.
Jean-Philippe is homeless, it's probably more prudent when it is sought and that person was for housing free, not even his mother especially if it is also the hitting.
In the street, freedom is paid, the price of Braquo, the ruble or the bar. But Jean-Philippe did not eat this bread there. Jean-Philippe is just a violent unstable. And JP is like everyone else, he must fill his stomach so he found a home in the middle of the destitute limping, expellees notorious, lice and scabies.
JP was terminated. By this verb revulsion in the eyes of the people that I go on stage.
And JP is not a Mesrine, ... At 30, JP is simple-minded and regularly flew over a cuckoo's nest. We knew nothing until we fall over. JP speaks like a child of 10 years, and seems afraid of his feet stuck in a pair of shoes means Ageux which we know if it is shoes or safety shoes.
JP is wearing rags and used clothes that have lived too long and relied on city sidewalks. It is so much to face the winter, it resembles the Michelin bibemdum. There is not much, but smelling it is reminiscent of a trash bag full of Brussels sprouts stale, stuck in a corridor from the morgue. (...)
It can not not much more, but JP, no matter what it is, will have to get into our cab, the central leadership, with the windows open, all heads outside begging the god of traffic lights and traffic the saint.
JP sensation at Central. In police custody, especially.
During his search of security, where each candidate must submit his personal belongings, JP took away a dozen warm jackets, and some jackets. Each garment removed gave way to another completely different, a different color, texture and pattern, scroll to the times and modes. So astounding that fantastic.
JP wore two gowns, maintained by a dozen belts, one of whom served kangaroo pocket, where he slipped and all he was interested. Rid of the main layers multicolored, JP was in fact incredibly weak and did nothing out of the behemoth home earlier.
JP is a magician. Each time he plunged his hand into the pocket, he took out a strange object in the eyes transfixed: walkie-talkie, travel bags, clothes out of use, radios, hundreds of keys in ten outfits, beeps , broken phones, food forgotten in shambles, plants, sod, loose change by the kilo, used condoms, paper fat per tonne ... and even a green mouse, which There were no survivors. I let you imagine the sighs of reluctance of the four policemen present at the sight of the deceased.
JP does not know what it means to lie. And JP is lucky, somewhere. He is deprived of all these social codes that govern our lives and our ways of being towards each other. I do not know how JP becomes violent and can break teeth, but when I think of the folly of my daily interventions, the rogues that we are all, some, others, I wonder who the real lunatics.
Salad dinner, when we no longer see from time the sun set over dinner, I try to revive his memory once seated!
Quinoa Salad I've never tried it and I was absolutely won this divine salad:)
Tip: puree almonds added to your dressing you will pass without problem digesting peppers or cucumbers!
Salad nostalgic summer For two
Half an iceberg lettuce Two tomatoes (the riper than you can find) A small red onion, red pepper A Two lawyers mature Three heaped tablespoons cooked and cooled quinoa blond
Dressing: 2 tablespoons olive oil 1 teaspoon puree almonds 3 tablespoons cider vinegar or Melfor A thin soy sauce Salt and pepper
crumble salad with Italian: southern vegetables, pesto and corn
It is an eternity that I had participated ! But this time I made it, and then it got a lot of fun because I'm right trip crumble , j'adooooore;)
A crumble that smells of sun before it goes away.
Crumble the Italian
A large tomato beef heart
A red pepper
A yellow pepper
A red onion
An eggplant
Espelette pepper Half a fresh or a teaspoon coffee powder
lemon zest
A clove of garlic
Olive
spices (nutmeg, 5 spices): a pinch
salt and pepper
Dough crumble:
150 g of corn flour
10 teaspoon of pesto
Salt and pepper (not sure if your pesto is already well observed!)
Itemize the vegetables into large chunks: tomato, eggplant, peppers (peeled for me), onion. Add fresh pepper into strips, spices, clove of garlic, the lemon zest and a fine drizzle of olive oil.
Preheat oven to 200 ° C.
Put in a bowl the cornmeal, salt, pepper and pesto.
Mix well by crumbling all to get your crumble.
If the dough seems too dry, add a drizzle of olive oil.
Spread the crumble over the vegetables and bake for a good half hour.
vegetables are cooked but still whole.
The things do not necessarily hold, but the taste will be at the rendezvous, especially with a nice scoop of cottage cheese side.
month for Clement started on a beautiful sunny weekend and a wonderful family celebration (the wedding pictures are coming soon!) . month continued with a second sunny weekend and another family celebration (baptism Lorenzo's cousin!). Then came a third weekend sunny but cooler , program ballad Villard de Lans, visit the museum of automata and we do the crazy with dad.
The fourth weekend it was downright cold in northern Isere among friends of Mom and Dad.
As background, we go every Wednesday with Grandma and Clara, the park, or eating raspberries in last Meme (Clement loves them as much as his mom). Spitz will therefore now 4 days a week at the crib and everything went great. There's little habits. Cons are attacked by cold weather in style with, in order: bronchitis, ear infections, and already a week of insomnia (continuing) for which the pediatrician has no explanation (but think that it hurts somewhere!) and gave us more treatments ... We've tried everything and no improvement!
And first weekend in October ... and probably the last barbeque of the season! It was a beautiful day, shame he's too early to pick up the nuts!
