When I hear the talks touched on family as our children, hardened by life, remember with great respect and gratitude of this woman, I feel compelled to write this little story.
name Queta is short, very affectionate and familiar, with which Mrs. Henrietta nombrábamos. Gentle and kind woman, neighbor of ours who spent his entire life to caring for her husband and children, without ever displaying his work done quietly, but very deserving .
As a good housewife was homemade sweets specialist who excelled in their superb pasta.
This sweet, very traditional in these towns, is based on lard, flour, egg yolks, sugar and a little essence. With these ingredients are usually only needed the personal touch that gave this lady, for my kids to remember it with real pleasure. Traditional
was always among friends and neighbors exchange of samples in the celebrations and killing of the pig family. Of clerks in these matters always exercised the smallest of the house and in this case the rivalry between the two brothers was manifest, because they knew that this good lady always rewarded with tasty noodles.
These good memories that linger in my children make me relive my childhood where he also served the office of messenger. The sound of my grandmother always made me the recommendation not to accept any details of who received the evidence to be presented.
Although I always made excuses, at the insistence of them in the end had to accept some small candy and lack of it, but not were only a perrin whose value was five cents peseta. United served a few to enjoy a little childish whim.
name Queta is short, very affectionate and familiar, with which Mrs. Henrietta nombrábamos. Gentle and kind woman, neighbor of ours who spent his entire life to caring for her husband and children, without ever displaying his work done quietly, but very deserving .
As a good housewife was homemade sweets specialist who excelled in their superb pasta.
This sweet, very traditional in these towns, is based on lard, flour, egg yolks, sugar and a little essence. With these ingredients are usually only needed the personal touch that gave this lady, for my kids to remember it with real pleasure. Traditional
was always among friends and neighbors exchange of samples in the celebrations and killing of the pig family. Of clerks in these matters always exercised the smallest of the house and in this case the rivalry between the two brothers was manifest, because they knew that this good lady always rewarded with tasty noodles.
These good memories that linger in my children make me relive my childhood where he also served the office of messenger. The sound of my grandmother always made me the recommendation not to accept any details of who received the evidence to be presented.
Although I always made excuses, at the insistence of them in the end had to accept some small candy and lack of it, but not were only a perrin whose value was five cents peseta. United served a few to enjoy a little childish whim.
also remember that when traveling had the good habit to enter the homes of relatives and friends to greet them and "take a drink." In my father's house, especially on Saturday market Sahagún is no shortage of visitors, with this pretext, they used this practice so common then. They could also have the need to assuage the thirst caused by walking or riding, the most common means of travel time.
In most of these people had no bar or similar establishment, so this practice was almost necessary. Both the one who invited as the guest were satisfied by taking a Prahlada among friends.
Of all these, I remember from a nearby village, who spent almost every Saturday at home. He rode a red horse meat mean. His long mane tame submissive resisted the neck stretches and climbs rebel in protest of the aesthetic rules.
on an English saddle, with the obligatory rug, sat a tall man who went from middle-aged, with long tousled blonde hair and the color of his face was a mixture of dark purple.
But what characterized him was his eternal white silk scarf tied around his neck. When going jogging like a soldier going out in the film mounted cavalry of Canada.
In most of these people had no bar or similar establishment, so this practice was almost necessary. Both the one who invited as the guest were satisfied by taking a Prahlada among friends.
Of all these, I remember from a nearby village, who spent almost every Saturday at home. He rode a red horse meat mean. His long mane tame submissive resisted the neck stretches and climbs rebel in protest of the aesthetic rules.
on an English saddle, with the obligatory rug, sat a tall man who went from middle-aged, with long tousled blonde hair and the color of his face was a mixture of dark purple.
But what characterized him was his eternal white silk scarf tied around his neck. When going jogging like a soldier going out in the film mounted cavalry of Canada.
My father, knowing his tastes, as she entered gave him a good pitcher of sparkling wine and fresh out of the cellar we had at home.
Like many wealthy farmers of this area, this man felt as an obligation be generous and unselfish with the world and what they give away was as great and rare possible to deploy additional power everything.
Following this pattern, this worthy gentleman regaled us with some sweets so large that they barely fit in the mouth. I do not know if custom dictates, because neither before nor now have I seen such enormous candy.
Under the rules of good manners we were taught then, we gave thanks very formal. He, like not giving importance, we always said: These gentlemen for cures.
These small gifts we received in our childhood, are a precious treasure and as such remain etched in our memory, which will remain throughout our lives.
Following this pattern, this worthy gentleman regaled us with some sweets so large that they barely fit in the mouth. I do not know if custom dictates, because neither before nor now have I seen such enormous candy.
Under the rules of good manners we were taught then, we gave thanks very formal. He, like not giving importance, we always said: These gentlemen for cures.
These small gifts we received in our childhood, are a precious treasure and as such remain etched in our memory, which will remain throughout our lives.
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