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Buon Natale

We do not miss anything. Best wishes to you all.

Especially to those who lack the spirit (in) sound of a liberating laughter.

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am There were days I was waiting feverishly but certainly not of Christmas. Because this year was the year that Joshua was born so it was almost Christmas every day. For a thousand reasons, it was a busy year. A 2008 will remember that some will still look tired and a bit 'I miss the days are filled with too many gaps, it will be India and perhaps the time but I will miss Christmas this year. Why not even Catholic, although not religious I miss the lights and the sound of bells. I and millions of lights, millions of other sounds, but lacks the atmosphere that makes white Christmas white Christmas.

But it remains that looking at this picture I understand that if I can not wait for Christmas okay and I think maybe the big-bellied Ganesha is pleased with the attention and earnestness on water by PuzzoJoshua.

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La Piccolacuoca fa la spiega di storia. Nona lezione: il Panettone (il mio PslA)

We are close to Christmas we are all better people. But not, and does the same and I wrote this because Sir Squonk with the history of PslA sent me messages before blackmailers and then tears, but I have done my duty and that is here the story of Christmas. Then if you felt like there are so many post bellini and really much better than mine (I know it's wrong to write and say but download it qui)

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1894. Milano. Toni el prestinè era abbastanza paciarott ma non troppo, s'alzava presto el Toni la mattina, proprio all'alba prima de tutt i cristian. Lui si svegliava che doveva far il pan per tutto il circondario e solo lui sapeva impastare e remenare ben bene la farina e l'acqua. Nessuno era bravo come Toni, solo che el Toni non aveva più voglia era strack e non sorrideva più quel paciarott del prestinè. Meglio: el Toni aveva visto una mattina mentre consegnava le michette alla sciura Maria che sta santarella s'era messa a ciacolare saying it would come his nephew and a good bela tusa ... well one morning was' repass is tusa and he'd peek and so from time to time, the world was never the same again.

Better sbirluccicava too but was always to the world of Toni when he was put on the occ tusa that was beautiful to die, and as he said in between that doe was not really possible to be, so far as to tell him were the sghirissi bela stomach and he happened to think it was a forty-eight to be honest and was not de pì istess before. Oh yeah still bring michette every morning also sciura Maria but when the time came to take them tusa the door and it was nice and quiet and waved his pretty little head thanks to a whispering with downcast eyes and mouth a little 'smiling, sometimes even immagunaà and true, that smile, smiling a little but just a little, that's him all day and took his strackessa did not want to get out of bed and was the melancholy ...

Domm sounded the bells of every morning when she arrived, and it was beautiful music to be honest. He was just bad to look at her and she could not breathe and it is said quiett, is bon and she returned to the head without pay, which had they raised her.

Nights el Toni was to knead the bread to rise and look and imagined tusa is wonderful that while he slept he dreamed, and as they passed day he found himself at the end of that year he did not know what to do that now had become a disease, which was no longer able to Laura and intapunirse hour after hour and even worse was that he could talk to her.

It was almost Christmas and he was there that he had not said anything yet is a tusa and knew only that his name was Rosina. Rosina. Just as he did sufegà. A name full of thorns indeed with no sweetness without all the sweetness of the world but he was there alone at night in extreme cold and dark with no sun and no star ...

She watched the mass of bread which was going by and that was taken back to life, had to do something. Added sugar and honey, butter and milk. Then wrapped all in the wet cloth and put it next to the oven, not too close otherwise the game would not rise and all would be to rebelot.

The night after the mass had doubled. El Toni made it another and we wanted to add the raisins. Then he went around trying to put another in search of candied citron and orange that he had bought months ago from a Sicilian market. Candied sweet and fragrant that they knew of distant lands, and smelled of single foreigner. He cut the candied fruit into cubes and put the raisins in water for a while '. Then again worked the ground and added ingredients. He put everything in the damp cloth and waited for the next night.

The two masses had become swollen and smelled good of something special and then the el Toni worked together because we wanted to marry Rosina that just wanted to marry her but had to leave because the two masses to be united and stay together until the end of time. While working humming almost happy, imagining Rosina who looked into his eyes and he would finally descarugniss. So thought impastrucciandosi hands while working in the skein. Then he shot a nice uniform and wrapped in soft linen, clean and quiet left for another day.

The next night was the evening he gave a 23 woke up and went back to work the ball inflates bubble. He went around to find a mold and did not find him as he wanted and then decided to put it in a small bowl of iron where the morning was boiling water to wash his face. He let it rest for another couple of hours in the morning and made a cross on top and put it in the oven, the sweet bread that would lead to Rosina. Every now and then looked at him and saw that saliva, as saliva Domm and took a large cake to form beautiful. He left in the oven for almost two hours, without ever moving it. Finally took it off and look again. It was not thought as or better than he had thought, but it sure was denter was crisp outside and soft, and was toasted with a unique smell. I took the bowl and wrapped in cloth to remain hot to the door of Maria sciura.

while walking through the alley looked up and it seemed that morning was a special day. He was about to give a gift to Rosina and was busy thinking about what to say to Mary sciura because his bread was given to Rosina alone without the act to appear rude. He knocked, and opened his mouth to say two bambanade but not utter a word because of Rosina's little face and as always had saved before the words were less and not disciulò and all he could do was to extend the bundle gave off a fragrance that infinite words never spoken.

Rosina watched the bundle, then hand pansula untied the knot and was wrapped in a whiff of sweet honey-like odor. He stood spellbound watching the bread in there the door who do not know what to say he understood that it was a gift that no one at home and had said nothing because it was Christmas Eve and that was really a nice tusatt tusatt and then stirred and looked up and plunged in silent contemplation of occ of Toni. It was out of breath to mist the door and it was really cold yet it seemed to Toni, did indeed seemed a hot Daul and noticed that the OCC's Rosina was just a blue blue blue sky that he had seen little that was always to make the pay day and slept, mica could stand that was always Strack. They looked for a long time without saying a word that even the air was too cold in front of them while the pan de Toni s'andava cooling. And then it happened.

It happened that the mouth of Rosina up the corners with a slow pace without Banfi, without a word got up into the folds of what was the first real smile to Toni el brus pay to which the heart and maybe even the soul under the pale sky December 24 in Milan, he returned to the Botega in a trance he was in paradise that Rosina had a smile and a smile so he never had had in life.

She said, whispering the next day: because I have never eaten a bread so good. And that never made the paciarott of Toni om a happy but so happy that he learned to say a hello how are you and how it is and what it does, ringed with a few sentences until after months of failed Rosina ask her out and shook a little 'head almost surprised but not so much that she really liked Toni el.

Pan de Toni again took him a year later and Rosina sciura permission of Aunt Mary, agreed to go out for a walk until the end of the alley and the heart beat and did not know what to say and remained silent until the end of the alley while the sciura Maria was waiting for the door and check that they did not tusatt baggianaà.

In the following years as the dwarves of Toni and Toni el Rosina born every Christmas Eve and baked her bread in the family ate in silence because they knew it was an act of love for Toni Rosina now dispensing sweet smiles to his tone and his family. So much so that ended that

el Toni had to pay so much of that sweet bread mix for so many people love that eventually no longer called el pan de Toni but panettun Domm and under eat it on Christmas Eve almost lovers was an act of love.