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The Guido's Pork (The true story)

I'm here! After a short Christmas break I found a little 'time to update my "blog in progress ...
And what better topic of the now famous "hog Guido" could be used to parlaree of my holiday home?!?

As usual, on my return home I am immediately put to work and why this time would have been different?!?
Friday night I got home, distribution of Christmas gifts for the whole family, a rumor about a rumor here and beyond have made two in the morning. The next morning, of course, we wake up early and set off for San Teodoro, a charming town in the province of Messina in which we are waiting for the final delivery of my amnici that every year at this time with my family waiting anxiety, that, in recent years, it has been tasted better or eaten by dozens of people: "The pig to drive." Our
Sportul we brought home was composed of forty pork ribs, 4 kg of sausage (spicy then turned to the most delicious and the less ...) and that two threads, to use a Frenchman, were: "ruci ruci as apple trees. "
The pig that was obviously sacrificed on the altar of home, has made it a fine show if the table prepared to Pedara now defined in the most Sepielli's Manor. Sportul
Needless to say, there has been surrendered in exchange for nothing ...
To win again this year that we had pink pig, of course with enthusiasm and energy, helping skilled butchers (I think our "help" created more damage and slow maneuvering than anything else ...) to make the cuts and the sausizze ... Obviously
beauty lies in this, give a hand and "working" together to eat and what part was also done by us ...

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Celebration Claudia

Fifteen December, date to remember (at least for me) question infected my boyfriend's birthday Pustertaler (pronounced IPA : [ puschterthaler ]). There was no way to celebrate the day we have chosen another charge to give the necessary aonori celebrated without any stress or hurry ...

Since the woman of the Val Pusteria like sushi, on the advice of steppy I decided to book by Mr. Qee , an Asian restaurant here in Bolzano.
Needless to say, the starvation was pariggia (ESAS = pariggio be disproportionately enormous), and also saw that it was a party, I decided to shoot the Chiappera (Shoot the Chiappera = do something with bang)
is what we have eaten in the hole: First
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after:

And not content with what we ordered also the first, but did not the same order appetizer ... seeing is believing ...

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Note the face of the poor afflicted celebrated that failed to finish his plate ... :-P

course, even if there are photos documenting it, I've brushed everything I had in plate so I'm sure mom will tell me I'm Mario, "thee turnover cchiù Rossu" and of course will be right!
The evening, however, continued with the now customary ceremony of filling suitcases. It 'been a tough battle but in the end I managed to close everything inside. The problem is that my there was almost nothing, to the wise ...

Now finally returns home, only to understand what I'm looking forward to these holidays: Saturday
is making a stop in San Teodoro by the sheriff to "make a pig" ...

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mercatinizio Weekend (Part Two)

Although a lot 'of late, here is the second part of the weekend ... mercatinizio
Alarm "soon" for sessere un giorno festivo e verso le 10 si parte da casa alla volta della stazione di Bolzano. Treno alle 10.30 per Bruneck, in programma oggi ci sono i mercatini di Brunico, appunto, e di riva di tures, il famoso "mercatino nel bosco"...

Arriviamo alla stazione un po' in ritardo e, cosa strana per le ferrovie italiane (soprattutto in questo periodo) il treno è partito puntuale e ci ha lasciati alla stazione...
La ScaraGolser mercatini tour opta allora per una soluzione di ripiego dopo una colazione con un prezzel (scritto alla siciliana) gigante ci avviamo verso la stazione degli autobus e si parte...! Cambio a Brixen e poi via verso la ridente cittadina pustertalerese chiamata Brùnico.
Arrivati in una buona oretta and a half now we do a tour of the market, nothing interesting to say the truth, more or less the same wherever you go sell stuff. I have seen thousands of Christmas balls equal centerpiece of hundreds, millions of little things without completely useless ... The nice thing about the market
Bruneck were artisans, here it is not difficult to find a baker who sells you the warm bread basket-maker or the oven (it says so?!?) That he began to weave baskets of birch, or the candle forming its multicolored candles before the eyes of the kidnapped tourists. (I regret not being able to put pictures but I do not have permission to take.)
Without spin trick that let's go home di Claudia per prendere la macchina e saltati su ci dirigiamo verso Riva di Tures per visitare il mercatino nel bosco.
visto che in tutta la giornata ho mangiato solo un prezzellone, mi è venuta anche un po' di fame e allora cosa c'è di più sano e ipocalorico di uno STRAUBEN
Riaquistate le forze, dopo una dose massiccia di sano COLESTEROLO entriamo in un sentiero nel bosco in cui si scorgono le casettine del mercatino, per usare un'espressione del dialetto pustertaler: "u friddu era pariggiu" o meglio: "m'arizzavunu i canni!" la temperatura era infatti di -4°C alle 4.30 del pomeriggio...
Comunque, entriamo nel bosco e questa è la visione che ci si presenta Come al solito, the market has the usual things seen and reviewed, although this seems a bit 'more spedcializzato on "rural culture", there is a booth where they sell wood items, among which dishes, cutlery, glasses and trays, a stand of pottery clay. In practice, this market stands in contrast to other peasant culture (there was also stable in open farm with all the sheep in just clipped). Very impressive
torches were also obtained from split tree trunks to cross.

And quest'uultimo market, a bag full of gifts for home and a bag full of edible products suedtirol closes mercatinizio my weekend wandering through the South Tyrol.