Puré de calabaza

¿A quien no le han regalado una cosa enorme amarilla, inabarcable? Recien traida de un huerto remoto, del mundo rural, tu la miras y ella, te paga con su indiferencia inerte y piensas ¿que demonios hago yo con esto?

Prueba a formular la duda a cualquiera, un pastel, una tarta, te aconsejaran Que pereza! con esta canícula castiza ingobernable meterse en infernales fogones, subir la temperatura de la cocina a niveles que estallarían los cristales, se antoja un suicidio.

Os propongo un puré facil y rico. De hecho lo más arduo será dividir la hortaliza en trozos pequeños, es comprimida cual puño de ávaro, y pelarla.

En la olla express, vertimos una nuez de mantequilla, en la que sofreimos trocitos de cebolla salada y apio, para posteriorme sumar los cachos de la calabaza, a los que daremos unas vueltas, y dejaremos unos minutos para que coga color.

Despues vierte vino blanco y deja cocer un ratillo, para acabar crubiendo el conjunto con agua y tapar la olla express. Una vez que suelte vapor por la válvula, esperamos ocho minutos y retiramos del fuego.

Tras abrir, retirar en un cazo el líquido sobrante, que podremos ir añadiendo para conseguir el expesor deseado, y batimos el resto acompañado por una loncha de queso. Al ir a consumir, rallamos un diente de ajo por encima, buenisimo.

Seres del subsuelo

Era un tipo grande,  más bien enorme, no es que fuese muy alto pero impresionaba. Su cabeza era inmensa, había visto de leones, búfalos, toros, pero no pasarían sino por capita de boquerón si los comparábamos con aquel buque coronado por una cresta tizona. Enfundado en su sudadera verde, semejaba a Hulk pero en versión Maxi. Llevaba una mano enfundada en un barato guante de algodón negro con el que se adheria a la barra, y tocaba todo, privando a la mano desnuda de cualquier contacto con lo mundano. Quizás fuese un maniático, un microbiofóbico, si se me permite el palabro.

En el Julio torrido e insufrible del suburbano ver a este elemento sobrenatural con la sudadera y el guante hacia aun más consumirte en calor. Aquel tipo fóbico, indudablemente atérmico, y con espuertas por gorra era un elemento extraño en el decorado diario.

Al rato de apoyarse ocultando las dos puertas de salida, ocupó uno de esos asientos reservados para minusválidos que nadie respeta y que los invalidos no demandan. El resto de los presentes quedamos atónitos de contemplar aquella anatomía de gigante encofrada en un solo asiento. Mientras se perdía en una conversación insulsa propia de las parejas estables, girando artificialmente el brazo opuesto, acariciaba distraídamente a su pin de novia, hacia desaparecer bajo su guante de ogro, al menos media moza.Lo hacia con el guante, que romántico.

Recomendación literaria del día "Un Naufrago en la Sopa" de Alvaro de LaIglesia, para aquellos que aun esten a tiempo de salvarse, y para los que murieron en vida.

A present from overseas...

I was taking breakfast with my mates, talking about soccer and economy as usual, (a national soccer coach and a first minister is hiding in every spanish dude) when suddenly the ring belted. 




Beyond the door one post-package coming from the USA. What the hell is that? I opened the parcel carefully to find an amazing official Minnesota University T-Shirt for Ballantine, and a new fellow, official mascot, for me. Great, I was really happy so then we decided to make a brindis with galician-wine.


You should have seen Ballantine´s face when he arrived home. T-shirt really fits him, and Gildo is so nice, smart and american. I think I´m going to buy a rifle for him, so then he can feel like at home. Ballantine was so full of joy that turned into tears. Oh such a present. We do really appreciate so much! Amazing and moving gesture. Thanks a lot my friends, We will never forget u.
With love
Popotamo...& Valen

It was the beggining of a magic day, Spain beated brightly Portugal in Euro soccer Semifinals,thanks to a thrilling penalty serie. 2012 the year where Durant was sacred as an awesome megastar, LeBront and cia got their first ring, and we made the St.James way all together.

I have a dream

Believe me! I don’t wanna be a new Martir Luther King and lead the next black power revolution, you`ve had enough of them, revolutions I mean. anyway

I do remember my dream clearly. Somehow I flight to Minnesota with my friend and former roommate Fabien. We were visiting the facilities for olimpic swimmers. The group of pilgrims was there, girls were wandering around followed by an excited Nick and I took conversations with at least Josh, Mr Bean, John, and Pat.

In America everything is big, I mean huge. U sleep in king size beds, teenagers cars are pickups, children toys are bazookas, u enjoy two-floored houses, all of u but Laurine´s who share a flat, hamburguers are one pound size so then the pills for digestion must be one kilo ! Crazy guys!.

The thing is that we were all together beneath the pools, taking spanish tortilla and beers. There were three pools. The first was the same size they use in olimpic games, second was twice the first. But the third one really drove me crazy. It was one mile long and really wide.

I asked if that pool was usual in America and Josh talk me that it was the only way the swimmers could practice “the mile contest” properly. And all of u were really astonished because European people we do not have this kind of pool.

The pool was so awesome that even the water became rough with big waves and so.

Now I´m awake, (I cannot write in my blog when I´m sleeping) and my question is:. "Is it so usual to have one mile pool in every American State or just in Minnesota?" 

– I have been checking in Google, but I haven´t found the answer.

Thanks a lot for bringing light to my knowledge darkness.

Now I have to say goodbye.I must retake my daily training in my tidy fifty meters long spanish pool.

See u guys

Valentin

Pd. During the dream, Mustaza push me into the water. Never mind my friend, but next time be sure I let my coinpursue and passport safe on the grass. Otherwise it could be troublesome for me, ask Vivek

bierzo, galicia and popotamin sacred

So many people beyond Sarria!! So many annoying old Spanish! Lovely Spots everywhere, beautiful landscapes, rivers, forest, cows, horses. Unforgetable goodbye to my friends, I will never forget u, touch heart, thanks for all. Miss u
Popotamo.

Pay attention to Klipping claims, and Popotamin´s credential LOL!