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SCECCO TO THE DOOR AND EAT IF SCECCO

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Quanno says: "The scecco door ..." What? The carob? The straw? No, we refer to a scecco of human appearance, or your corresponding migrated. I come and I'll explain: first escapes the doubt (AC qualichi malignant potisse we come) to me that I'm singing and ringing Stissi, or he's extolling of my (ahimè!) non-existent skills scicchigne: in this case, not "be ignorant than being whether the door and eats them" needs to talk, but to "be ignorant than being not true and it has not even half a pound." In secundis chiddra want to clarify that it is my intention, or counting the sad ending of a failed attempt to reconstruct, at least seasonal cooking, some Sicania emigrated in my house. But let's get the facts: until a few moments ago, quanno that take me the nostalgia for the flavors of the homeland, whether attrovavo with the keen eye, I begged a little chilito frische Mediterranean sardines (accussi cartillino says the fish Coop, pir DIRI not about sleep Tunisian or Moroccan, but containing us, are the bone Stissi) pir make a nice lime Sardinian warbler. And with so much priority, pinsanno in a race with the ideal skill Cammack Adelina camilleriana of memory (the high you'll have vigorously cabasisi, if you ever read the dovisse Palora "memory," but, since he orama a living legend, it must resign and touch), I attempt to challenge the dull bone of Sardinia. Not hard to the bone but tiring livare: fatigue justified only by the intense desire to feel the taste of dainty Sardinian just baked, passulina, pine nuts, bread crumbs, a spruvulazzata garlic, ogghio bono, an orange or feddra limione (a piaciri) el'immancabbili addragaro leaf. And instead? Say ... you ... But ... my zita montelusana the Sardinian warbler does not like eating: it just feels a pir educations. Our children needless to parlarini! The result is that I have chiddro early in the title: the scecco (which was me Stissi) captivates the sardines, the washing, the boned, with both the cunza amuri, the baked and ate them practically alone, consoled only by qualichi glasses nivuro d'Avola pir begged the opportunity ...

The sardines I do not want to but I will not longer trust them to spend all this attention, then the result without sharing with other diners. Flights DIRI that I come back to eat quanno Montelusa this summer ...