I thought this morning when you wake up in the shadow of 5e30 ....
... .. but no, not the octopus!
I thought of the things I love, other than those as large as the GrandeGatto my husband, my family, my house, cats, and GG on the bike I own .... here, apart from those.
For example ....
I love waking up in the morning and in low light "realize" that my cats sleep in bed with us ....
... Dino generally stretched across the center of the Latvian, all stretched occupying a space equal to that of a panterona, Puzzetta often wrapped in a hug from his brother sleepy, mixed in the trash at the foot of the bed, on Ogheddu my pillow to be my earmuffs, or on the windowsill, to control us all ... I love
my wisteria in the garden ...
che quest’anno ci ha regalato una fioritura spettacolare,  con fiori lunghi anche 120 cm… misurati e certificati!
Sembrava una tenda di pizzo lilla, una cortina in carta di riso, eterea e profumata…
… e no, quello nascosto in mezzo alle foglie non è un fiore con le orecchie, è puzzetta che gioca a nascondino con gli altri gatti.
Secondo noi finirà per fare il nido lassù! Passerotto!
Amo guardare la lana colorata…
... I like to imagine what I can create it, touch it, think of turning, and eventually give it away.
love our bike ...
... I like both cats to the kennel when it's from when we scarrozza for miles and miles in length and breadth!
is running I love when we go for a walk and together with "my" people, my companion and love GrandeGatto husband, my brother-ONE and our dear friend AxelT.
Iinsieme seem the 4 musketeers at the turn of our modern horses.
It 's a unique feeling for me!
All 4 together are "family" and the three little bike spinning in unison they make me feel light and protected, satisfied.
are moments .... but all this, you say, what the center with the Octopus?
Center, center, because the other thing that I love is cooking, and when I hear the voices of my guests go down, when I see you enjoy what I have prepared for them when I see the dish cleaned up and met the faces ... here!
that moment NOT - ha - price!
The octopus stew sweet, sweet, slowly, slowly. "
Meanwhile, get yourself a friend who sells the good fish, as I have Patrick .
If you really do not have a friend like that, okay, then settle for a fish that you need to find the fish as fresh and good and, above all, clean and prepared for the pot if you like me, you work all day and just do not have time.
Last Saturday, in search of what to cook for the evening, I caught sight of the octopus by Patrick who had written in front of "bring us home with you ".... and how can you resist such a heartfelt plea?
not resist it.
I got home with lots of love lies in their majesty my large frying pan, a gift from my mom.
I chopped garlic ( for my taste I put 4 cloves minced Grossetti for 1 kilo and 800 octopus already clean, but you put in your pleasure ), a sun-dried tomatoes shaken by excess salt, a trickle of olive oil Ages ( the good that comes from good sabina ... remember ? )
I closed the frying pan, over low heat and I left them alone, the octopus and the flame, frolicking in peace for an hour ....
Sweet, sweet, slowly, slowly, as you probably noticed that ( and if you did not I see you do it! ) is the new label in the bowl of
Cattery ... Yes, because for a I confess I have also recently decided to close the kitchen of the cattery, to continue to talk only about cats, friends, travel and bike. On the web there
sono tante ricette belle davvero , serie, ricette davanti alle quali io mi incanto e mi sento piccolissima… ma che non avrò mai il tempo di fare.
Il tempo e la voglia… perché la mia settimana lavorativa, qui nella cripta, è sempre di corsa, in lotta contro il tempo e contro lo stress… così quando arrivo a casa la sera mi resta solo la voglia di cose coccole, magari anche da cucinare velocemente, ma che siano “lente e dolci” nella loro anima…
E quando poi arriva il fine settimana e ho di nuovo il tempo di dedicarmi alla mia passione…. no per favore, niente stress in cucina.
Il lento sobbollire di una pentola, la leggerezza di pesare ingredients to punches and pinches, the apple pies that rustichevolmente "collapse under the weight of the big boys and when the drafts lose some corner because I did not butter the pan well ... but these are things that I love .
And besides a kitchen that is good, healthy, that we are celebrating around the table, it can not be a privilege only of professional cooks.
I think with a few tricks, with a smile on her face and spoon in hand, perhaps with a nice music CD or ( if you're lucky like me, very very lucky ) with the neighbor's son who practice with Chopin and other Jazz part of the kitchen wall .... anyone can create a harmony of taste and smell that make you happy eater!
Well, while I was leaving to go to these rumors, the octopus and the flame just have flirted for about an hour, and then them into the frying pan into trouble and a generous glass of white wine, a nice Vermentino di Gallura, to be in theme of our next trip , the same wine that serve nice cold tonight for dinner.
I close and let the wine also flirting with meatballs, sweet always sweet, very slowly, even for an hour ... ..
Then uncover, raise my flame restrict any remaining sauce, add a handful of freshly chopped parsley, turn, turn off the heat and bring to the table ....
Sweet sweet, little by little ... stress-free, easy, good!
GrandeGatto liked, our musketeer AxelT also, the cats have eaten a few pieces and they, too, seemed satisfied, since demanded an encore!
I hoped it would remain a few pieces for the next day .... but my expectations were too optimistic and even the bottom of the frying pan has been cleaned up with a great shoe at the end of dinner ....
Magic of simplicity!
nasinasigolosi
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