Get a pan, pour a thin layer of olive oil, slice an onion in tiny pieces, peal and crash a garlic if you like, and let all fry for a couple of minutes. You made yourself an estrujido which can be the basis of virtually everything that you might want to cook next.
Monday, March 20, 2006
short story
It was a rainy and foggy day in London. She was sitting in a café in Bloomsbury, with a toast and tea with milk. Reading the Independent and the latest projections for global warming. London is still far way from that, she thought. An umbrella opens. A raincoat turns. She stares and he walks away. He walked away. She turned the page.
That's why...Everyone looks and thinks:"Am I ok?Are you and are my future grandchildren and grand-grandchildren going to be ok?!Globalwarming? I'm feeling cold...I want sun and sea...!"
It was a rainy and foggy day in 
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That's why...Everyone looks and thinks:"Am I ok?Are you and are my future grandchildren and grand-grandchildren going to be ok?!Globalwarming? I'm feeling cold...I want sun and sea...!"
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