Let me three questions:
1. Have you ever been shopping with a friend on a Saturday morning? What
questions ... but of course they do! See you "at a certain time" , even now as they say in Rome "to a certain" , then I still have to explain how to understand the time dell'appunatmento, vabbe ', cmq with the experience I realized that is "comfortable with" !
Then you start fooling around the stage, which lasts a long time ', then we move on to phase introspective, with phrases like 've heard that if the guy does with chick? or my sister, that 'the puppets had all week sick and so on. Finally
later, but much later, almost lazily there is going to go in the direction of the market: the first step bar! ... Orroreeeee, at most I can take a coffee. Here in Rome there are those more croissants than once (or maybe we have become so good to us it to us at home?). Second stage: fruit (I never understood why we always start when the thing that weighs more than all). Third step bar (yet? You again. Orroooreeee more!). Fourth stage: the delicatessen counter. Fifth stage: the return of the fruit because we forgot to buy apples (!). Sixth stage: oven (as the croissants and there seem to us better, we take 2 others, but we promptly denied at first bite). Seventh stage: bar.
... I hate shopping in this way! And you?
My second question is:
2. Have you ever been shopping with a food-blogger, always a Saturday morning?
is that the configuration changes its appearance. See you at 9.00
precise, because from 8:00 am to 8:45 must comment on posts of friends after their was posted automatically and the implied covenant is that at 11.00 should be back at home to respond to the initial comments. Ok. We been sought, but we also like very much!
We arrive at the market, it goes straight front of the bar without even deigning to look at the window of an inedible croissants, we get immediately the lady of the plants to buy a carrot, a potato, Jerusalem artichoke and a 12 almonds 12. ("I know 13, I do, I leave?" - "No take out!"). Second stage: fruit. 4 oranges, 1 lemon and a pear. Pass the oven where the comment is inevitable: "now they are 5 years that what I see, I do the bread from me!" . Tour of the flesh while you are waiting for the lady in front of you ends the long list, and you benefit associated with the cell phone to find that already came 4 comments. Take your single slice, packed with the usual 6 sheets of paper and rushed to the car dismissing the friend with the usual "so you pick the network."
Here, we say that this is an alternative way to shop. Is not the best of life, but at least you have a clear idea.
But we are finally the last question:
diceeee ... but sorry, that got to do Gambit ?!?!?
got to do, got to do!
First of all because it is a very dear friend, then it is a food-blogger, and then ... because Gambit is unique!
few in the world, maybe only I can claim I have answered YES to all three questions!
And in a single blow!!
Piero, if you are interested I go to the market on Saturday morning to shop. But I warn you, I'll see you soon!
Ok. No problem. So you know I'm early, no? Maybe it's the right time I can feel a bit 'run together without having to see it after 5 minutes (the duration of the belief that expenditure would have been greater, especially as the market in question he, Gamby, if you chose the other side of Rome !!!).
... and so, that Saturday morning : beep beep, chip, chip, beep, beep ... send ('azz, but I know the 5:48 Oh well, 'So much Gamby never sleeps)
at 5:49 brrrrrr (vibration of my phone): new post-open-ok, step by you at 7.
'azz, but then it was really cute!
6:52 am: brrrrrr: new message: "I came, go down"
(heroes do not expect)
Aho.
Aho.
VRrroooommmmm.
machine assault, sporty, three identical cell in the pocket of the arm: I forgive him only because they are a model of the last century.
In 12 minutes through the sleeping city (before our passage, that is) and snaps the mind of the market area uaglione :
Pie ', here we need to do in Naples.
Gamby, but look, if you go back there the place you find it. No, Pie '. Grant me this last remnant of Neapolitan town. Both fighters are sleeping at this time.
...
parking (even parked!) Spun. We are moving to a dark street.
The banks are there, waiting for him: they know it. And 'his time. It 'the time of Gamby!
(and here we would like the music of 007)
Carla, he's Piero. Listen, I go first to John, meanwhile prepare me 20 white eggs and 2 pounds of your tomatoes .
4 seconds later:
Gianni, he is Piero. Listen, I go first by Luke to take the nuts. Meanwhile, let me 3 pounds of oranges, pears 3 pounds, 3 pounds of clementines, 3 pounds of apples.
3 seconds later:
Luke, he is Peter. Facimm 'ampress' Gianni there waiting for me. Give me the nuts, but good ones .. I'll be back, I go by Franca
2 seconds later (and a second before Gamby open mouth)
Hello France, Piero. Please hold me a little 'with you, I beg you, give you a hand to unload the boxes, if you want to go home and you cook, you wrap the Variety of lettuces, what you like, please ...
Around back is almost instantaneous. In a back two and a ba the machine.
Gamby was right: the firemen were still asleep (and I think !!!). tte
time to pose for parcels that are already on the road again:
Piero, I have to buy bread.
Meanwhile, a slight glow could be glimpsed in the east ... Done!
(32 seconds flat).
Now I'll take you from sugar crystals, where I get the croissants.
know the place I set turning around to the right to do the 100 meters on foot when I hear someone say from behind: But
what are you doing? Let's go by car.
!
Gamby is already driving: with a clever move kamasutra is passed the belt behind your back and the block (to avoid the annoying warning tone), using half the time I usually takes me to push it (!)
At 7:37 there was still time to get to the Viale Marconi pork products (products of the highest quality) and then for gas (I finally figured out who the mysterious petrol station).
Gamby is a fury! Also this time he managed to beat the record of the Box Ferrari: A solid 3 / 2 and a half! Manco a tsunami!
We are now on the road to my house, in advance of 2 minutes and 15 already on the ambitious roadmap.
marches climb and the engine roars, when a surplus tentatively proposed:
Gamby, is not that we should go together to the supermarket, so spare me to go out after?
quick glance at the wrist, cross-check with the digital time on the dashboard with his right already typed a text message to his beloved (which I was still asleep ...)
OK!
.. and maybe was just in front of so much merchandise that Gamby stopped a second, almost spellbound, and our eyes are crossed in front of a package of orecchiette .... and there I discovered that maybe, once , long time ago, also lived Gamby Earth ...
I saw her memories are in the succession to quickly scroll backwards, like on an old VHS tape sent Backward ... to a stop, almost in tears. He also breathed!
The world around us began to move in slow motion (I think he stopped Gamby precious seconds to recover), the rows in front of the speakers were not even have opened the Red Sea, connecting the ATMs worked on the first try we just needed to ring the bell of the "free spending to milionesmo client" was the apotheosis.
cuff is then evaporated, announcing that he had people to dinner and had to start cooking ....
...e come se non bastasse:
Ore 19:30 brrrrr (nuovo messaggio, lo voi vede'? Ma no ho da fare.... Lo voi vede' dopo? Si)
Ore 21.00 Apri messaggio
"Piero, ho appena fatto i xxx*. Se sei a casa te li porto subito, perché poi devo apparecchiare per gli ospiti che arivano a cena"
(grrrrr, mannaggia a me e quando non ho letto subito il messaggio!!!!)
*è un segreto, nullo posso dì
....
Ecco, questo è Gambetto: Un Uomo dal Cuore Napoletano e i Ritmi Milanesi!
...e ora, secondo voi, io dovrei mettere una ricetta? E come faccio?
Nunnunnnununu...
Facciamo così: metto a couple of pictures I took on Sunday in the Basilica of Santa Sabina , attracted by this hole:
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I thought long and hard whether to reveal this cross-section of our privacy ... Then the other day driving home I said, I decide to him, send him the text that I wrote and I wonder if it authorizes a disgraced
"Peter, I described our morning at the market. What do I do? Public?"
ahahahahahahah
But you realize ?!?!? Perfect harmony!!
Now, if you have not already done so, go and read his version
Thanks, Gamby. Glad to have you as a friend!
Hello to All and Next
The Ziopiero
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