With the trunk under his arm and the bag of pine cones and moss in your hand, father and daughter walked back home, where they waited for the chimney and a couple of fillets they had taken from the freezer. Nacho questioned, without saying anything to Anita Not to worry, what had caused the flight of the wild boar had never seen anything like it. The boar is a very fierce animal that is released when the attack is unstoppable, but the way they had stopped short, you could almost say it was panic in the eyes of that beast.
On reaching the house, Anita sat in front of the fireplace and opened the book he had bought the day Virtues was invited by the son of the bookseller for an appointment. Although he was deeply tired, with one such weariness that makes you weigh all the body, so he lay on the couch to continue with the adventures of his literary hero and ended up defeated by sleep.
Meanwhile, Nacho had gone to the kitchen to check on the fillets. He realized they were still frozen inside, so put them under the tap to accelerate the thawing process. After the operation, removed one of the kitchen units and a mortar poured on it a good dash of olive oil, a clove of garlic, rosemary, thyme, salt and pepper. The crushed well and once the garlic was destroyed, it beat everything with a fork to get all the flavors are well blended. With the two tenderloins in one hand and a pestle in the other, returned to the classroom. There he met Anita, asleep with the book open on the couch. Covered her with a blanket so not caught cold, while I kept wondering what happened to her daughter saw her more tired than usual would you be sick? Would fever? He touched her forehead, but did not notice an abnormally high temperature and decided to let her sleep until lunch was ready.
He placed the two tenderloins on the grill, and brush, smeared with the mixture he had prepared earlier in the mortar. Then sided trunks fat and prepared a bed of coals, over which put the grill. Within seconds, the smell of grilled meat, along with the rosemary and thyme, caused her make your mouth water.
recalled that he had forgotten to buy bread. So I pulled the meat from the fire and went to the house of Toribio, where he was given a loaf Engracia had prepared with his own hands. Needless to say I had a fantastic pint. I pressed for hear the crunch of the crust. You could tell by the weight of bread was before; of which were made in the old bakeries, without special additives or strange things. Flour, water, yeast and salt are grateful to eat pure food at a time when all are put in plastic and in which nothing tastes like it should.
Anita continued to enjoy a peaceful sleep on the couch. Thus the left until the meat was ready after a couple of laps and paint with liquid after the mortar for him to take the taste and will not stay dry.
- Daughter, and the food is.
- smells very good daddy. - Answered with his eyes still closed.
He put in two dishes and Anita broke tenderloin into medallions, so you eat less labor cost.
- Try the bread is delicious. It has done Engracia.
She pinched a piece and put it in your mouth.
- is very good, but I have no hunger.
- you gotta eat. Do not want you to get sick. Make an effort, I have prepared food for us to enjoy together. - Said the father, knowing that whatever was Anita in order to share time with him.
- I do not know what happens. I am very tired.
- Do it for me honey.
- Vale.
That's how convinced her to start eating. When he had eaten the first medallion with much effort, it seemed to be herself again. From time to time exchanged a look with the father, who enjoyed the meat and bread as if it were the most exquisite cuisine that had ever tasted.
- Dad! If I tell you one thing do you promise not angry?
- depends what it is. But come, tell me. So you'll feel better.
- I thought this year I know what I want to give away Santa. - Said very seriously.
- Is it a dress? "Records? Books?
- No, this year Santa Claus will not spend anything on me.
- No bones about it and tell me at once. - Requested Nacho very intrigued.
- "I'll ask?
- Yes
- Promise?
- Promised!
- Then I'll tell you. Let's see, is that Sara ... - Anita recalled the promise he had made virtues.
- Tell me, what about Sara? - Asked Nacho.
- Well, Sarah ... -
Did you say or not? What should I do? Anita thought. Well, for one party had promised not to say, but on the other hand, if he told his father could keep at least one of her puppies if he renounced Christmas gifts. Then she thought she knew her father better than virtues, and could persuade him to hurt anyone to leave.
- Sara has had puppies. - Let out at once.
- It is not possible. If she was not pregnant. - Said the father. - You sure are you kidding me?
- Papa Jo! That is the truth! - Anita protested.
- What do you want to regale you Santa Claus?
- I want us to stay with all the puppies!
- Impossible! Your mother will kill us and see both dog at home.
- What if we were only three? You are very cute daddy! - He said very flattering chin stroking father.
- not! - Nacho answered without so much determination, with the drool that fell by the caresses of her daughter.
- Jo Daddy! At least let me stay with Brisa. Is the one I want. Porfi, persist! Say yes! Nacho
could not resist pampering Anita, and while maintaining its determination. So I ended up giving up. Brisa, would from that moment, one of a family.
On reaching the house, Anita sat in front of the fireplace and opened the book he had bought the day Virtues was invited by the son of the bookseller for an appointment. Although he was deeply tired, with one such weariness that makes you weigh all the body, so he lay on the couch to continue with the adventures of his literary hero and ended up defeated by sleep.
Meanwhile, Nacho had gone to the kitchen to check on the fillets. He realized they were still frozen inside, so put them under the tap to accelerate the thawing process. After the operation, removed one of the kitchen units and a mortar poured on it a good dash of olive oil, a clove of garlic, rosemary, thyme, salt and pepper. The crushed well and once the garlic was destroyed, it beat everything with a fork to get all the flavors are well blended. With the two tenderloins in one hand and a pestle in the other, returned to the classroom. There he met Anita, asleep with the book open on the couch. Covered her with a blanket so not caught cold, while I kept wondering what happened to her daughter saw her more tired than usual would you be sick? Would fever? He touched her forehead, but did not notice an abnormally high temperature and decided to let her sleep until lunch was ready.
He placed the two tenderloins on the grill, and brush, smeared with the mixture he had prepared earlier in the mortar. Then sided trunks fat and prepared a bed of coals, over which put the grill. Within seconds, the smell of grilled meat, along with the rosemary and thyme, caused her make your mouth water.
recalled that he had forgotten to buy bread. So I pulled the meat from the fire and went to the house of Toribio, where he was given a loaf Engracia had prepared with his own hands. Needless to say I had a fantastic pint. I pressed for hear the crunch of the crust. You could tell by the weight of bread was before; of which were made in the old bakeries, without special additives or strange things. Flour, water, yeast and salt are grateful to eat pure food at a time when all are put in plastic and in which nothing tastes like it should.
Anita continued to enjoy a peaceful sleep on the couch. Thus the left until the meat was ready after a couple of laps and paint with liquid after the mortar for him to take the taste and will not stay dry.
- Daughter, and the food is.
- smells very good daddy. - Answered with his eyes still closed.
He put in two dishes and Anita broke tenderloin into medallions, so you eat less labor cost.
- Try the bread is delicious. It has done Engracia.
She pinched a piece and put it in your mouth.
- is very good, but I have no hunger.
- you gotta eat. Do not want you to get sick. Make an effort, I have prepared food for us to enjoy together. - Said the father, knowing that whatever was Anita in order to share time with him.
- I do not know what happens. I am very tired.
- Do it for me honey.
- Vale.
That's how convinced her to start eating. When he had eaten the first medallion with much effort, it seemed to be herself again. From time to time exchanged a look with the father, who enjoyed the meat and bread as if it were the most exquisite cuisine that had ever tasted.
- Dad! If I tell you one thing do you promise not angry?
- depends what it is. But come, tell me. So you'll feel better.
- I thought this year I know what I want to give away Santa. - Said very seriously.
- Is it a dress? "Records? Books?
- No, this year Santa Claus will not spend anything on me.
- No bones about it and tell me at once. - Requested Nacho very intrigued.
- "I'll ask?
- Yes
- Promise?
- Promised!
- Then I'll tell you. Let's see, is that Sara ... - Anita recalled the promise he had made virtues.
- Tell me, what about Sara? - Asked Nacho.
- Well, Sarah ... -
Did you say or not? What should I do? Anita thought. Well, for one party had promised not to say, but on the other hand, if he told his father could keep at least one of her puppies if he renounced Christmas gifts. Then she thought she knew her father better than virtues, and could persuade him to hurt anyone to leave.
- Sara has had puppies. - Let out at once.
- It is not possible. If she was not pregnant. - Said the father. - You sure are you kidding me?
- Papa Jo! That is the truth! - Anita protested.
- What do you want to regale you Santa Claus?
- I want us to stay with all the puppies!
- Impossible! Your mother will kill us and see both dog at home.
- What if we were only three? You are very cute daddy! - He said very flattering chin stroking father.
- not! - Nacho answered without so much determination, with the drool that fell by the caresses of her daughter.
- Jo Daddy! At least let me stay with Brisa. Is the one I want. Porfi, persist! Say yes! Nacho
could not resist pampering Anita, and while maintaining its determination. So I ended up giving up. Brisa, would from that moment, one of a family.
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