Monday, April 11, 2011

Such Thing As Glory Holes?

video clip filmed on the beautiful bay of San Juan del Sur and Restaurante El Timon. RUDDER RESTAURANT


The beautiful bay of San Juan del Sur in conjunction with the Restaurant El Timon was the scene of the video click the Grouping The new company, with the song Rafael Gastón Pérez Nicaraguan "When The Sun" a Bachata-Merengue version arranged by the group.

The Aspirations of the famous Nicaraguan group is to place this proposal as the Song Music Summer 2011.

Accommodation on the video clip is very beach, sea beach, dancing and lots of female sensuality that makes the group decide to take the scenario of the paradise beach of San Juan del Sur and the Rudder Restaurant "The TASTE OF SAN JUAN DEL SUR" the best option to achieve their targets and to their fans the best of results.

This video is a great promotional tool for our bay waiting to be used and promoted by tourism entrepreneurs in Nicaragua.

Remember to live these wonderful scenes of the video the most beautiful bay in Central America awaits you.

SUMMER 2011!

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Is Jibjab Not Free Anymore

SUN DAYS AFTER THE RAIN AGAIN ... AND A REMEDY PUTS BUGADER




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OUR PARRA
SHELTER
MY NEW ONION
"BOBO", the Bobtail.
THE HENS
NAVICOL REMAINS
SOME OF MY LETTUCE
rhododendron
A HIDING
NEW PEAS
THE young garlic
TWISTED MY GEESE AND DUCKS
MORE VEGETABLES, AND THE SEMI-NEW THE NEWLY PLANTED
COLES AND MY MY FUND LEEKS
AGAIN MY ANIMALS


MORE ANIMALS
GRAND HAVEN MI


impatiently and nervously made my way to my haven, everything seemed fine, despite a little pain with some diffidence, was telling me ...
The farm full of light and color, with oak trees and in full bloom and the hydrangeas quite high, did that for a while if not to make such small signals I kept coming, which would inevitably accelerating and reflecting of its existence.
worst I began to fear me ... maybe everything would be repeated, I thought as I watched as they grew peas. I wanted to bend down and a strong pang stopped my movement, could not, simply could not, the pain was sharp, sharp, and unfortunately, within my subconscious is triggered the alarm. Again!
I felt like when after a few days of sun, rain comes suddenly, quenching all, all wet and we left something off.
Despite being aware of what that meant, I got up and walked through the garden, my children smiling and petting our dog, "Bobo", a beautiful Bobtail. Anyone who saw me, never think what was happening at that time.
With the help of a neighbor, Avelino, we planted 200 onions, it really planted them, as I watched every flower, every bush and breathed deeply. Sitting on a rock, resting and trying to breathe calmly, I was getting carried away, my pills, always with me, helped the pain is waning after 20 minutes, while one by one the onions were "espicha" on the orchard .
Determined to keep fighting and not let myself sink, I gather all my strength, few and insufficient, but necessary to encourage my family, my children and lend a touch joy to their lives.

I decided to say nothing of my condition, keep it to myself and let the weekend be happy as much as possible, and making it opened a bottle of "BUGADER" 2005, Joan D'Anguera winery, a red wine from the Montsant region, consisting of Syrah and Grenache grapes. I decided afford it, tired of so much adversity and struggle against an unseen enemy, I did follow my instincts, good wine, served at about 12 degrees in a few drinks ball, made for a while I could not remember my problem.
Forgetting the pain persisted in not leaving, I made some good cheese, anything recommended to me at the moment, but in these circumstances, I really was indifferent.
A homemade ciabatta, sliced \u200b\u200bthin and lightly golden in the oven, made its pinpoint of delicacy. There was only appetite and a few meats that I have always in reserve, the auction gave impromptu menu.
The truth is that for non-Catalan wine may know this, I will say that is really good, a little high in price, about € 37 a bottle PVP and obviously less price professionals. Still it was worth taking.
I stopped pending a cheek for the next day, of which I leave the recipe and how to develop them. That day, I could not get into the kitchen.
And now, back to Vigo, it took almost 3 days to find the courage to open the blog, to vent in some way, perhaps all the anger that starts inside of me, this anger that makes me feel at ease to me same. The same anger that drives me to keep fighting, keep looking and try to smile always, no matter what.
excuse this temporary abandonment of the blog, having taken so long to answer them, but really I could not, I could not.
I leave my recipe is really good and if you can give you the luxury of sharing it with that BUGADER, do not hesitate to make a perfect combination.

Iberian pork cheek with Armagnac

1 kilo of good clean cheek
Some Flour for
Salt and white pepper, pink pepper balls and green pepper.
A good glass of armagnac
A mirepoix of onion, carrot and leek. At least 2 units each.
chicken stock, homemade and rather small.

PREPARATION:
Season the cheeks, and roll in flour, fry in olive oil and reserve in a bowl.
In the same pot, brown the mirepoix and leave poor or brown, add the pepper balls, place the meat and sprinkle with the brandy. Flambé and add the broth.
Simmer about 3 hours over low heat. Finally, in the last 20 minutes add litchis peeled and rambutan her clit or if you find it is a fantastic mix. I arrived with a tray.
Let reduce the sauce and accompanied by white rice.
At the end of all sprinkled with fresh parsley and chives, finely chopped, a small boil them a few minutes.

I hope you enjoy.
A hug


Friday, April 1, 2011

Short Term Needs Cystic Fribosis

a Friday, the Y. .. MY TRIP SPRING

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Today is Friday, finally after a long week, is approaching Rest, rest to mild and moderate that so many aspire after a hard week.
27 degrees!
Spring comes into my flat, light to pour prenetra gradually flooded everything with light and warm. Again my mind escapes, goes away, you leave without my consent, and away again in search of that shelter, so privileged that I have, so isolated ... something similar to my childhood ...


how will my plants?


Have they grown my asparagus?


I think ... I still think ... brings back, to escape ... escape ...


The city is nice, but not my thing, the peace of the country, attracts me, seduce me, called me up to hear his voice ....! see Elena, come!


privileged My childhood was full of quiet, peace, wander through gardens and climb the trees, live years, days, hours with my uncles, cousins \u200b\u200bOya Pardo with whom I grew up.


To the sound of their voices, I grew up under the watchful eye of Nevis and my grandmother Elena Salgado, I was learning, educating myself. I was breathing every particle of air, every clod of earth, each dish ...


remember every detail lived with intensity, his jokes, jokes ... sharing the bed with my aunts, Peace, Gloria, Pili ... playing the "memory" with my uncle Mito, laugh and ride the bike of my Uncle Johnny, his brother Javier, Jaime (the black, as a joke we called him), Gonzalo, the radiologist ....


But were the days of human warmth, genuine love, of feelings that remain after more than 40 years. Of quality deep feelings ... familiar ... and as I write I still hear your voice! see Elena, come!, do not let me stay, he sent for me, going ...


I think back to my childhood and I think back to my refuge: Vista Alegre, with the same name as my childhood, with the same feeling ... with the same love.


I let myself go ... I do not go alone, they are always with me inside, deep inside me.
Nieves, always by my side, I do not see, but I feel, not hear, but I speak .... The bisa, watching me, I smile ... slaps me on the shoulder, I encourages ...


escapes me, it's weekend, my feet they call me, my garden attracts me ... I will do photos, many photos and I will bring them ...
I carry my suitcase full of memories, go with me, can not be separated, and keeps calling me ... I still hear his voice, like a whisper, tempting ... the heat rises unmistakable sound, temperature makes it more transparent ... keeps calling me .... no resist and decide to let me go, go, run away ...


return on Monday, new ideas, new dishes, lots of pictures and thousands of memories.


do you will be dead moss? I wonder in a moment ...


See you soon, very soon ...
I'm late, the call is repeated and I get impatient,! I have to go!


I wish you a good weekend, with peace, tranquility, love ....
Thousands of memories with us ....


HAPPY WEEKEND


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A FRIDAY, THE SPRING BREAKS

Today is Friday, finally after a long week, approaching the break, the rest to mild and moderate that many aspire after a hard week.
27 degrees!
Spring enters my apartment is flooded everything with light, warm and my mind escapes, it goes without my consent, moves away in search of the refuge, so privileged that I have.
how my plants will
"Have they grown my asparagus?
... I think ... I still think draws me back, run away ... run away ...
The city is nice, but it's not mine, the quiet of the countryside, steeped in me since my childhood, you can with the rest lived my childhood in Vistaalegre, predomima my senses, covers everything, I still luring, calling ... I hear it as if you pronounce my name ...! Elena come!
privileged childhood was surrounded by love, tenderness, with