Now that it’s back together, I can shake up this kitchen again, which is going well at a slow pace, right? What happened is that mom and dad came to spend Carnival here and one of the things we agreed on was to “hop” on March 25th and at the market on Monday (yesterday). However, on Sunday night, my in-laws, brothers-in-law, father, mother gathered, it turned into a party and I celebrated with all my might! I stuck my foot in the jackfruit and overdid it with the wine!
Boy, on Monday I looked like a human wreck, a character from “Thriller”! I pretended I was fine so as not to ruin the trip but halfway through the journey I couldn’t hide it anymore. We came away and he hugged the toilet, epocler, dipyrone and bed. It wasn’t until around 11pm that I was fine! Then mom’s bean soup crowned my cure!
I didn’t even see the preparation, but I know that he sautéed meat, onion, garlic, tomatoes, covered it with meat broth and put it to pressure. Then he added the cooked beans blended into the blender, added some potatoes, pasta (to see if I could write the word “sobria”) and let it boil until it reached the point. Delicious in this totally out-of-context cold weather around here. I will be! I promise not to drink anymore until the next bottle, okay?
PS: I bought some cool things, I’ll show you later, because, right? I was hungover, I wasn’t dead and I wasn’t dying to come back without my stuff!
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