Inno di Mameli
How did you spend your day of celebration?
With some excitement last night at 22.00, I hung the flag at the balcony of the kitchen window. I did not think I could do it simply because I did not have a flag.
My daughter came home from school with a small flag of handmade paper, painted with markers and supported by a rigid plastic drinking straw. That's nice - I thought - at least a small mark in the house we will. I am saddened, however, the idea of \u200b\u200bnot having a nice big banner and lucid as to fly on a day like this.
But my husband surprised me and coming back later after two days of travel, soft hands me a packet which slides out a large banner in rayon ready to be lowered. Probably it will seem silly, but keeping it in hand I was excited, so I felt like hanging a movement of pride and I thought it was a very solemn gesture.
This morning was nice to see her fly blown by the wind and resist the rain has not stopped for a moment wish to disturb the celebration.
The day's program output in the center in the afternoon to take advantage of the opening of museums, in particular that of the Monte dei Paschi, the historic site, whose visit is subject to authorization complicated during the year but which today opened its halls to anyone wishing to discover the medieval wonders. At three in the afternoon the wind slapping the rain on the windows of the house with a deafening noise, to a four scatafascio water flooded the garden.
Without a word, my daughter was locked in the room to play, my husband, who up to half an hour before maintaining an excellent disbelief saying "now open, now it stops raining" - has sold miserably all'abbiocco post-lunch and I decided that I could also put a stretch to give a nice fanned the pyramid of Cheops in clothes that looked at me sternly from the basket of linen. So no party, no museums, so much water everywhere.
I hope you're braver than me and you're thrown into the fray. Tell me how you spent this birthday.
Birthday wet, happy birthday hopefully. The flag hanging there, but I leave it there: the birthday lasts all year, and then Mica will be present so easy to others, at least try to remember this. I want to make a wish in Italy this: that it is always as strong as my flag, to inflate the wind and resists rain. And always have around so many people like me who loves her, despite everything. Long live Italy!
for this important day, I went on the classic. I had no desire to experiment and surprise, I felt it was necessary to go on and on a traditional dish that always like a big and old (and I had a craving). I made a nice roast chicken with potatoes and sage as did my grandmother Gina.
Serves 4
Roast chicken:
- A eviscerated whole chicken 1 kg of c.ca
- Rosemary, sage, garlic, thyme
- Extra virgin olive oil
- ; Salt
potatoes with sage
- ; 1 kg of white potatoes
- sage
- extra virgin olive oil
- salt
Wash chicken and dry well. Sprinkle the inside with fine sea salt and then place a branch of rosemary, sage, thyme sprigs and 2 cloves of garlic. Brush the torso, thighs and wings with plenty of olive oil and then rub it all well with salt. Place the chicken in a casserole dish, drizzle with a little 'oil and place in oven at 180 ° C.
during cooking which will c.ca 2 hours or until the skin is not beautiful golden, you will continue to sprinkle (every 10 minutes c.ca) with their liquid using a spoon or brush. Be careful not to pierce the skin and flesh to do disperse the liquid meat.
Cut the potatoes into large wedges and place in a large pan in which you have warmed up pretty good 5 tablespoons of olive oil and several leaves of sage. Cook the potatoes over medium heat, stirring occasionally until they are crisp and beautiful beaches. Add salt directly into the pan a few minutes before you finish cooking and serve on a platter with the chicken.
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