Monday, December 27, 2010

A Good Recipe For Fondant

Christmas for me is ...

When I started this blog, I had already felt that I would not have written every day .. Also because I do not know what to write every single day. I wish it was a serious blog about moods and were common, personal or just vent .. but sometimes it could be a window for every day. The inspiration comes to me mostly when I throw myself on the bed covers with a blanket and a little melancholy. It 'just came too Milù, crouching next to me. Maybe you also want to say something in my blog? :) Damn .. unfortunate that the dogs need is the word!
It 'just past the most beautiful holiday of the year. For me it's not a lot. At least not any more!
I'm not a very big family .. In fact, my family can limit the number of three people: me, my mother and father. Unfortunately I did not never knew my grandparents and I have a good relationship with my uncles (one I live 20 miles away and I never knew her, her husband and their children who may have the effect of my cousins). We limit ourselves to the call of good wishes for the holidays, but everyone is at home.
Before it was not so ... Before the excitement of Christmas made everything more beautiful, even when his aunt gave me a box of light bulbs, pretending that the euphoria typical bust you, open the box and find a pair of white underpants bought at the market there and we laughed all for the "joke" (which often, however, was truly a gift!)
was good to prepare meals for everyone.
was beautiful, the feeling of bursting as it is eaten.
It was nice to hear a thousand speeches of various relatives in the same room.
It was nice to hear the typical ABBIOCCO of sleep after lunch / dinner.
was nice when you play bingo, when Aunt older we fell asleep on those folders.
was good when he played cards and was punctual re-explain the game to someone and each parent has its own version of the game and started a never-ending debate of "but I tell you that the rules are not so ...!".
was good to see the tree full of gifts and hope that they would effect.
It was nice when a child did everything to make me believe in Santa Claus.
was nice when you discard the gifts.
It was nice when the parents took away huge boxes of leftover food.
was beautiful.
I have no more than this for many years. I do not know why everything went to scatafascio, but will not spend that 8 born that way.
It hurts mainly my mother. Puts the excitement in everything he does. She, too, it hurts not being able to cook for 40 people, all of them in our house, play cards, bingo, etc. .. But she tries not to weigh me. Since every year I lose more and more excitement. We have however
those Christmas gifts (which are only for us, of course), waiting for midnight, we open them and exchange them. Kitchen as if she were cooking for an army and does that baby voice to bring joy, not sulking either if you do not respond to a text message of congratulations that with love, just sent to his brother or colleagues. She does this. It 's always cheerful, tries to invent a thousand games to not make that at 10, full of food, we fall asleep on the couch collapsing, real property until the following morning.
This year was set for the lottery .. But if you play bingo or tip 3 to 20 euro per page, or you are satisfied with a tombola to € 2.50. Of course, we play for fun not for winning an exorbitant sum .. then I can say with pride to have won = € 2.50)
She is so ... And that's why I love her without a second thought.

You know I do not like myself crying over and above Consular me, I do not write these things because I need consolation, but for years now "hate" and this time I had the opportunity to be able to write with the knowledge that someone who reads it. Read it seriously.
So why have I written these things?
A couple of weeks ago I was invited to a party organized by some friends / acquaintances. It would take place precisely at midnight on Christmas Eve. The invitation was anticipated by an introduction where he tried to convince the recipient to come and massacre the night of Christmas, where he "cursed" the relatives with the unwelcome gifts, grandfather every year is more rincrudolito, aunt and talkative unpleasant cousins. The invitation was sent
obvious below invitation through facebook and I saw that many of the guests commented on confirming what was written.
I understand the irony, but it got me thinking. I miss my grandfather every year is getting older, I miss Aunt super improfumata the same scent for thousands of years makes you a redhead pinches cheek even when you have more than 5 years for quite a while, or stay with the cousins foremen make you a lot of idle talk. I was stupid
the transformation of young people in this party.
I can understand the boredom and agree that at a certain time you can go for a game of cards with some friends. But leave the family after dinner to go to a party Christmas Eve, no ... Plus criticizing members of our family.
will be hateful, they will be boring, be antipathetic, be silly ... but Christmas is all together .. One evening that cost you?
My family is very narrow, but at home you feel much more of this lack, and honestly I love to hear from others what they did and what they received for Christmas. ALL
replied: "Well ... two balls ... magnate and has run enough, I could not wait to leave"
I would be happy (and can not imagine how) if Christmas knocking at my door a thousand times and a thousand times and open to accommodate a family that brings with it many different colored envelopes, and many gifts to share, a huge table, a thousand scents, a thousand rumors, welcome and unwelcome gifts, a thousand pieces of food, wine, lots of laughs ... I will not ever go to an evening like this.
I am sorry that many young people are bored of everything and most do not understand the meaning of a holiday ..
's why I wrote this post. To try to wake those who criticize the native and labeled as "boring party where you only hoped to receive expensive gifts beautiful."
Anyway, I hope with all my heart that you may have spent a Christmas full of magic.
I in my little, I spent well. In the privacy of my home with my parents ..
I'll take this opportunity to wish good year if I fail to wish the first here on the blog =)
A big kiss to all.

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