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I recently bought a bag of hazelnuts, and this seemingly simple, I awakened memories and emotions, because pon I do not ever buy hazelnuts, I was very strange when a child, was so at home in . This small fruit, their playful sound when they collide against pon each other is a ticket to the past. Children of a long family heritage, as almost everyone Cornudella pon worlds parents, although mainly devoted to other tasks, had pieces that needed care, most of hazelnut. When autumn comes, the whole family was going to fold it and, at first, we spent the whole day there, with the corresponding lunch and breakfast unforgettable flavor to the fire, surrounded pon by stones. I rarely eat anything so comfortable as those simple, humble lunch sitting on a log in the shade of a fig tree friend. Collapse hazelnuts was hard in those hillsides of Priorat cost balance, pinching small nuts between stone slate. To take care of our tender fingers, we started thimble; finger cut gloves washing. pon But occasionally we found a ravaged hazelnuts, pon well arreplanat, brimming pon hazelnut spread that a carpet that my brother and I disputàvem pon to fold. A grape vine that some pessigàvem sweetened afternoon. Hours of heat alternated with days of rain, which could to peel almonds in the basement of the house while listening to the radio. When folded, exhausted, was one of the best of the day, and I climb the SIAT, sitting on one of the sacks.
During the winter, both at home and at school, the hazelnut shells lit stoves that usually did jump bursts of smoke flooded the classroom amid a great uproar.
But the most tender memories associated hazelnuts come from afar. The Godfather Joseph died when I was very small, I remember hardly anything, pon just that afternoon we went to see his house (the house, that smell). He drove some hazelnuts in hand (one hand, that noise) and I put them in a sort of American butxaqueta decorated, I think, with a shield sailor. As memory is short? Enough.
Jesus touching you very relative. For me, the very cuadro paints me nostalgia ... mismos los colores, the very las queridas ruidito Choco Hazelnut ... and fabric .. the deep love of family ... 21 November 2011 14:34
Hazelnuts are always memories pon ... do not know why, I remember an old stove in very old Rainbow Sobremunt that worked with hazelnut shells, estufeta was a small, very curious, I also remember having had a hazelnut in the pocket and play no fingers ... 21 November 2011 17:12
In turn, made me also fallen over time. At home we kept the top of the attic. As if for now remember the sound made when the liquid stirred the godfather to dry them, and the sound of the water for irrigation schools themselves, under the shade of hazel anyosos, and when fresh water is 'scattered by terraces and was swallowed by the thirsty earth ... Oh! 21 November 2011 17:36
Loss and recovery, this is where the rocker moves nostalgia and its counterpart, the projection into the future. Inevitably the world pushes us to leave behind many things, but the memory with the use of a sound, a smell, an image unexpected returns to us in the form of memories. Sometimes they seem so vivid actualíssims. pon Writing good as you make them so alive and present, 21 November 2011 17:57
To me this happens to me with bread and pastries, my parents were bakers, and I continue the tradition a few years. Now when I buy it, I go back to when I was small that I got up every day with the smell of bread, freshly out of the oven, the warmth that was home to the flour. m'enfarinava my father, when I gave a face beset, and in the words of my mother, that I said "most DOLCET ensucradeta and the world" and now more and DOLCET ensucradetes the world is my daughter, my nieces and two nebodets besons. 21 November 2011 17:59
When I see the fields ripe with corn reminds me of when espellufava small ears and still feel the smell :) And I snack bread with hazelnuts and walnuts :) 21 November 2011 19:22
Beautiful Tibau. Me too I would be very strange to have experiences that are associated. The same thing happens to me when I end the triumphs of sponsors and I have to buy the super ... I never get used! 21 November 2011 23:10
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