appetizer of sea urchins of the Purity of Gallipoli
I want to share some passages from:
"Kiss of the Tarantula" by Giovanna Bandini.
It 's a book I read a few years ago, I really liked it and I think that no one has ever described so intense the flavor of a sea urchin ... It 's a book to read and reread every now and then, when those who live far from the Salento is the nostalgia of those afternoons the sea when the most are "marisciu u" instead of returning to the sea and young people, among those disconnected paths between the rocks . It 's like to include in a glass jar a bit of our air, sea urchin eggs with red and wet with milk, the smell of fig trees ... pasticciotti the smell of the streets, the music of the pinches and village fetes.
"Laying the curls blacks ... takes a hand in the open ... and does so with all, one after another. Sono affascinato dalla sicurezza delle sue mani, dalla noncuranza con cui recide la vita in movimento.
I ventured a bit, with a few sentences from the book ... I hope not to be misunderstood ... the curls I've eaten today, the first of this 'year, I shared with some friends this tasty time commenting on someone wondered if they were aphrodisiacs ... I remember the fire, and went to look for the book ...
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