and it is not brainwashing in the morning:)
I wanted to recommend some of my book, Your forum friend, who called Staszewska Anne and her book, recently released, is titled "Everyone would want to hang himself."
Unfortunately I have not read the book yet, because it is really hot as a fresh muffin, and I purchase it while in Poland. In order, however, was not that advertise a cat in the bag. Because I do not. Because I know the author of the stories written on some forum. The stories were great, full of humor and genius of the author to distance itself, the dialogue witty nuggets of muscle pain abdomen.
And yes, Anne, in his new book, writes about the broth:
" I have a friend whose child goes along with my son to school. Somehow strangely made that day coming back from school with his son, looks to me and I shouted from the doorway:
- Hi It's me, Barry. I stopped for a moment. I might leave Christopher Robin? "I fly only on the central square, shopping.
course, I agree, because what I say to her? It is known, What is the ritual. As a child, after six or seven hours of returning from school, it's still the knapsack on his back, yelling "eat." I know about it, and made a pact, well, everyone should know about it. But not Barry. Whence? After her Ksysio is a terrible eater, he eats only potato chips and nothing else. Yeah, right!
- Hi! It's me, Barry. I stopped for a moment. Krysia I leave? I fly only on the central square, shopping.
- Yes, of course - before I answered, she was gone.
Except that today was a problem, because I just came back and did not have time to cook dinner, I had yesterday broth, which had plans to heat up. Soup was not enough, had enough for a little.
But you know you need to feed Krysia eater, but what? I put the pasta on two plates, and looked at the broth, thinking how to share. Well, you can not. I took a stock cube, which was never, ever use and do not even know why I had it at home. Cube dissolved in a glass of water and poured to the plate Krysia, nicely, taking the carrot with rosołku. The boys sat discussing briskly. Suddenly I heard a tiny
The bit:
- But you here, you have a salty soup. (Christopher Robin)
- No, did you? Delicious, not salty - explained a little indignant, my child.
- What are you talking about? I can not, it is too salty.
- Eat, not wasting food.
- No, because I want to drink.
Oh, shit! I grabbed the pack of ankle broth and read. And there, like an ox, "The cube is dissolved in a pint of hot water." Well, yes and I kid dissolved in half a glass! I went quickly to the children and ask:
- you've eaten?
- Yes Mommy. But you know, Ksysio says that for salty and left. But he does not know, because his mom does not cook.
- Yes, Chris? For salty? - I asked.
- Yes, salty like ... salt. And I can not.
grabbed plates and reached into the kitchen to, God forbid, Barry after his return did not want to finish, or try, why Ksysio left. He need not have worried, because as soon as they appeared in the kitchen, Ksysio shouted
- Mom, I do not make me eat more here, because they have a very salty soup! Mina
Kasienki priceless! "
And so it looks like a book:
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