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Post by thestateofeli on Jan 28, 2012 12:33:21 GMT -5
gentlemanly...Thank you
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Jan 28, 2012 12:36:43 GMT -5
No probs my friend.
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Post by Carina Jones on Jan 28, 2012 12:38:50 GMT -5
^-^ If there's anything I think I can do I'll have the opportunity next week *grins*
*glares at M!Lorenzo* YOU LEAVER WEAVER ALONE YOU MEANIE. If you don't I'll send the angry villagers with rusty flaming toothpicks after you!
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Jan 28, 2012 12:44:42 GMT -5
ML: *whimpers and slinks off*
...HUZZAH! *hugs* Grazie!
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Post by Carina Jones on Jan 28, 2012 12:57:58 GMT -5
^-^ You're welcome.
Rusty Flaming Toothpick Wielding Angry Villagers FOR THE WIN xD
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Jan 28, 2012 13:03:23 GMT -5
Yup.
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Jan 30, 2012 13:15:35 GMT -5
Okay, after welding the recipe out of my Mom, I now have chapter two up! How to make easy pasta sauce!
CHAPTER TWO
Florence stumbled into the small Italian villa, his eyes tired with the meeting. The meetings no one ever seemed to get anything accomplished at. Literally presenting your report infront of a booing or sleeping crowd. He sighed, redoing the small tied up piece in his hair. He should probably cut it off sooner or later- Sicily would go on binges where she would attempt to style his hair with wooden spoons and anything she found laying around the house that she could pretend to cut his hair with, which was fine of course, just sooner or later someone would leave out a pair of scissors and he might have to go bald. He frowned, that image was anything but pleasant.
“Uccellino,” he yawned, “sono a casa.” He trudged over to the small chair where he could see the top of a boy’s head poking out over the back of the chair, the small curl bouncing as the boy rocked back and forth.
”Bene~” the boy said, his eyes still focused on the small panflet he flipped through. “Ve, Zoni? What’s this word mean?” he said pointing to a small phrase that lined the bottom.
‘~The brothels are always better in Florence~’ the quote read, a scantily clad woman sat above the words blowing a kiss.
Florence frowned, gnawing his lip a bit, “No idea,” he shrugged picking up the boy and tickling him, hiding the reality as he quietly tore out the annoying page and tossed it in the bin as he tucked the boy under his arm and walked into the bedroom. The evening sun cast an orange cast to the child's room as Florence tucked in the boy and sat at the foot of the bed. Removing the book from it's place on the shelf he opened to the first recipe:
“Pasta Sauce,” he read allowed, watching from the corner of his eye as the boy smiled excitedly. “Though most think pasta and the typical tomato sauce eaten with it is a Northern Italian tradition, it is actually a Southern Italian custom of eating tomatoes over pasta that was adapted from the Spanish when they brought back tomatoes from the Americas.”
“Makes for roughly six people,” he sighed, remembering the few times where he would have to walk to his friend Vinci to help him do the math to feed the many provinces of Italy when they had a family reunion.
“Ingredients: 8 cups fresh cups tomatoes, cut in half, de-seed, if wanted you may remove the skin*.
A tablespoon of tomato paste.**
A handful of fresh basil or half a tablespoon of dried basil, to taste.
Half a teaspoon of oregano, or to taste.
Half a cup of dry red wine.
Half an onion (coarsely chopped).
2-4 cloves of garlic, or to taste.
One teaspoon of salt, or to taste.
Enough Extra Virgin olive oil to fry onions and garlic.”
He paused, “Italy, reading this is dry, why don't we read something interesting like...” he pulled a random book of the shelves “The Theroy of Relativity,” he frowned, even less interesting, “Vinci got this for you, didn't he.” Lorenzo stated, slipping the book back onto the shelf. He pulled out another one. “Ah, here we go, Alice in Wonderland.”
The boy shook his head, the small curl bouncing along with each shake. “Ve, cook book, cook book!”
Lorenzo sighed, turing back to the open book;
“In large pot- Saute the garlic & onions in the olive oil, until the onions are clear or lightly browned. If you're using dried herbs put them in now.
Then add tomato paste and cook for about a minute or until reduced. Add a teaspoon of salt then stir in the red wine.
Cook for a minute or two, or until bubbly and thickened. Stir. If using fresh herbs, add them now.
Then add canned tomatoes and re-fill the can with water then add to pot. Stir.
Cook for twenty minutes, on medium heat, or longer if putting meat in.”
Lorenzo closed the book, “And that, is how you make pasta sauce.” he smiled, watching as the boy pouted.
“Vee, I want to hear more...” he whined.
“Si,” Lorenzo smiled, “Pasta sauce is always better the second day, no matter how long you cook it the first.”
The Italian look slightly bewildered, “Why?” he asked with a slight ve.
“I don't know,” Florence said standing, placing a gentle kiss goodnight on the boy's forehead “The Tomato Fairies still have their magic over the sauce I guess.” With that, he parted, blowing out the small light that illuminated the room, and left.
So many Easter eggs! Can you spot them all~? Anyway, as an added note, the fact is true, pasta is more of a Southern Italian meal rather than a Northern Italian one. Sorry Veneciano.
*= If you want to cheat you can just buy a thirty-two ounce can of crushed tomatoes at a store, preferably organic because it tastes better in the long run. Also better if you don't want to spend your day cutting open tomatoes.
**= Same, I have no idea how to make tomato paste, so it's easiest and faster if you buy it.
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Post by Carina Jones on Jan 30, 2012 13:29:10 GMT -5
Sounds like good sauce *grins*
I like the story, it's cute. ^-^
so does that mean Feli loves it because it's food from Lovi?
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Jan 30, 2012 13:31:37 GMT -5
Exactly! *grins*
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Jan 30, 2012 13:33:13 GMT -5
XD So that's what it meant.
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Post by Angelica Vargas-Jones on Jan 30, 2012 20:27:01 GMT -5
Angel: Oh yeah, sure. Just forget about me. I'm not a part of southern italy ya know. NY: *rolls eyes*
Ok, I'm gonna try and name the easter eggs!!!
~sleeping or booing crowd reference to kit-kat's mafia in tights story?
~The Thory of Relitivity Albert Enstein, si?
~Alice in Wonderland Do I even need to expain why? *pokes*
~THE TOMATO FARIES!!! x3 *giggles to self*
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Jan 30, 2012 21:33:37 GMT -5
Yup! *giggles and hugs*
Does Sicily want a chapter? I'm sure I can find a recipe to fit her.
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Post by Angelica Vargas-Jones on Jan 30, 2012 21:40:25 GMT -5
Really?  *hugs back* yay!!! *spins Weaver around* It's up to you. So if you want, it's fine with me. |
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Jan 30, 2012 21:46:31 GMT -5
Huzzah! *snuggles*
It's fine with me, I was going to ask you eventually anyway.
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Post by Angelica Vargas-Jones on Jan 30, 2012 21:52:12 GMT -5
*nods* ok, write away. *thumbs up*
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*hugs back* yay!!! *spins Weaver around*