28.4.05
Les Soupes de Sardin
Inicio agora uma nova rúbrica neste espaço canino: o da culinária..Lanço agora o desafio ao resto da matilha!
Ora bem...para fazer esta deliciosa sopa irão necessitar de 1 alho francês, 2 batatas médias, 1 cenoura média,250 gr abóbora, um molho de feijão verde, azeite, sal.Começam por cortar o alho francês aos bocadinhos (só a parte branca) e deitam-no numa panela com um fio de azeite e levam ao lume a alourar.Cortam o resto dos ingredientes aos bocados (lavando-os bem, claro!), mas deixando 1/3 do feijão verde cortado de lado. Quando o alho françês ficar louro,apaguem o lume temporáriamente.Logo de seguida juntem os legumes cortados aos bocados e juntem também àgua a gosto..temperem igualmente com sal a gosto e deixem a cozer. Numa panela à parte cozam o feijão verde que puseram de lado. Quando tudo ficar cozido, passem a varinha mágica pela panela que tinha os legumes cortados, ralando-os bem. De seguida juntem o feijão verde cortado aos bocados e deixem ferver mais um pouco..e fica pronto!!!Uma delícia...yammy!
12.4.05
How to really learn portuguese
For those of you interested in learning portuguese,I leave you with a (literaly) translated conversation between two people so you can get a hold on some figures of speech. Hope it helps.
- So, shovel?
- How is it going?
- It's been a long time since I've put the view on you.
- Yea. Oh, shovel, I bought a new house.
- Where do you live now?
- Oh, I'm living in the middle of the ass of Judas now! Now, imagine that the place doesn't even have public lighting! At night you can't even see the tip of a horn! Now I have to go around "oh uncle, oh uncle" for them to put there a public lighting post. I went to the Together of Parish to complain about that and they immediately started throwing mouths, asking if I really had to go to live in a hole like that, where Judas lost his boots. Man, I completely passed myself from the gears.
- Hey, mine, put yourself slim! The only thing they will do is tell you to go around the great billiards.
- What, but have we reached the wood, or what? That would be sweet!
They should put themselves at stick, because I'm not afraid of them!
That is the side to which I sleep better. With me they don't make flour and I find well that they don't arm themselves to the cuckoos, because I won't give my arm to twist.
- But have you been there to talk with anybody?
- I went there to speak with the President and he stayed looking at me like an ox to the palace. He told me to put myself at miles.
- You're passing yourself!
- At serious, mine! The guy started to arm himself in racing parrot, saying that donkey's voices don't reach the sky and telling me to put myself in the bitches.
- And what did you tell him?
- I told him this: "Bad Mary! You guys don't even now how you got here – you don't see an ox of this sh*t! One guy comes here and you immediately start belching slices of hake. You are all the same sh*t, only the smell is different: you neither f*ck nor get out of the top."
- Hey, big scene. And what did he say?
- First he said that I could speak at ease, because the dogs bark and the caravan goes by and then he told me to go comb monkeys to China.
But when he saw that I was passing myself from the horns, he started with a high conversation, terreeteetee, sparrows to the nest, that I should have calm, and so on. Yes, because if I really would pass myself, all that **** would go with the pigs!
- Alright, alright. Let's change the topic. Have you already fixed a girlfriend?
- Hey, mine, I think I have. I met a chick who is good as corn and I immediately started dragging the wing to her, but when I went to see, she had put herself in the little female of garlic. At the next weekend I found her again and I made myself to the floor again. First she armed herself in racing stickface, but then she came eating at my hand.
- That's how it tastes better...
- Ya, it fell like cherries.
- And the chick, is she really good?
- Well, actually she isn't there a big shotgun, but one can eat it.
Who doesn't have a dog, hunts with a cat, right?
- And have you already made yourself to the steak?
- Are you armed in silly, or what? You are here you are there!
- Sorry. And the chick, has she already lost the three?
- Hey shovel, go look if it is raining. Or then go see if I'm over there at the corner.
- Say there, mine!
- Oh, shovel, it's like this: I still didn't do it because Benfica Lisbon is playing at home, alright?
- Ready, you just climbed on my scale.
- You already know that I don't leave my credits in foreign hands.
- Ok. So, I will be going, I must go to the chop chop.
- And I'm going to the morphs, too.
- See ya.
- See ya. Doors yourself well.
- Until the sight!
- So, shovel?
- How is it going?
- It's been a long time since I've put the view on you.
- Yea. Oh, shovel, I bought a new house.
- Where do you live now?
- Oh, I'm living in the middle of the ass of Judas now! Now, imagine that the place doesn't even have public lighting! At night you can't even see the tip of a horn! Now I have to go around "oh uncle, oh uncle" for them to put there a public lighting post. I went to the Together of Parish to complain about that and they immediately started throwing mouths, asking if I really had to go to live in a hole like that, where Judas lost his boots. Man, I completely passed myself from the gears.
- Hey, mine, put yourself slim! The only thing they will do is tell you to go around the great billiards.
- What, but have we reached the wood, or what? That would be sweet!
They should put themselves at stick, because I'm not afraid of them!
That is the side to which I sleep better. With me they don't make flour and I find well that they don't arm themselves to the cuckoos, because I won't give my arm to twist.
- But have you been there to talk with anybody?
- I went there to speak with the President and he stayed looking at me like an ox to the palace. He told me to put myself at miles.
- You're passing yourself!
- At serious, mine! The guy started to arm himself in racing parrot, saying that donkey's voices don't reach the sky and telling me to put myself in the bitches.
- And what did you tell him?
- I told him this: "Bad Mary! You guys don't even now how you got here – you don't see an ox of this sh*t! One guy comes here and you immediately start belching slices of hake. You are all the same sh*t, only the smell is different: you neither f*ck nor get out of the top."
- Hey, big scene. And what did he say?
- First he said that I could speak at ease, because the dogs bark and the caravan goes by and then he told me to go comb monkeys to China.
But when he saw that I was passing myself from the horns, he started with a high conversation, terreeteetee, sparrows to the nest, that I should have calm, and so on. Yes, because if I really would pass myself, all that **** would go with the pigs!
- Alright, alright. Let's change the topic. Have you already fixed a girlfriend?
- Hey, mine, I think I have. I met a chick who is good as corn and I immediately started dragging the wing to her, but when I went to see, she had put herself in the little female of garlic. At the next weekend I found her again and I made myself to the floor again. First she armed herself in racing stickface, but then she came eating at my hand.
- That's how it tastes better...
- Ya, it fell like cherries.
- And the chick, is she really good?
- Well, actually she isn't there a big shotgun, but one can eat it.
Who doesn't have a dog, hunts with a cat, right?
- And have you already made yourself to the steak?
- Are you armed in silly, or what? You are here you are there!
- Sorry. And the chick, has she already lost the three?
- Hey shovel, go look if it is raining. Or then go see if I'm over there at the corner.
- Say there, mine!
- Oh, shovel, it's like this: I still didn't do it because Benfica Lisbon is playing at home, alright?
- Ready, you just climbed on my scale.
- You already know that I don't leave my credits in foreign hands.
- Ok. So, I will be going, I must go to the chop chop.
- And I'm going to the morphs, too.
- See ya.
- See ya. Doors yourself well.
- Until the sight!
2.4.05
Este cão está morto...
Batam-lhe!