#bevanda light

[writememysticfalls]

Bad Brother | Damon Salvatore

Summary: You're forced to spend the evening with Damon, your boyfriend Stefan's annoying older brother. He decides to corrupt you...

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x reader

Genre: Suggestive, older brother AU, enemies to lovers

Word Count: <1k

“Baby sitting’s boring,” Damon said.

Damon was lying on the sofa with his head hanging over one arm.

He flipped through a magazine at lightning speed. “Taylor Swift broke up with her boyfriend, blah blah blah - all read. Let's go out now!”

“Stefan said we can't leave the house. It's too dangerous,” you said.

Suddenly, you felt your body fly through the air. Damon had carried you to the front door. You shivered. He was stronger than you thought.

“Put me down!” you said. He dropped you, hard.

“One drink?” Damon said, smirking down at you and rapping his fingers on the door.

“One drink, and you'll behave for the rest of the night?” you said.

Damon nodded, eyes wide and innocent.

You couldn't help but smile at his ridiculous expression. “Fine. One non-alcoholic drink. And not from a bar - from a supermarket.”

Damon rolled his eyes. “Alright. You're more of a goody two-shoes than Stefan.”

At the supermarket, Damon walked straight to the soda aisle - and hid a can of cola in his jacket pocket.

“What the hell?” you hissed. “Put that back!”

You heart thumped. You'd had your share of fun in your life - but shoplifting was crossing a line.

Damon walked right to the door, adding an infuriating little salsa to his step.

“Quiet, Y/n,” he whispered. “You're acting suspicious.”

You wanted to punch him in the face, but you had to follow him. As the doors opened, you started to feel light-headed. You were getting away with it!

Just then, someone yelled, “Hey. I saw that!”

All of a sudden, he put an arm around your shoulder, and said, “Mia moglie è malata, questa bevanda è per lei.”

The manager was striding towards you and Damon. You glared at Damon, so angry you could barely breathe.

To your surprise, Damon muttered, “Can you run any slower?”, before grabbing you in one arm and carrying you the rest of the way.

It had to be Italian. The only things you could understand in his next sentence was “no English” repeated loudly by Damon, while he steered the two of you out.

Finally, the woman gave up and you sprinted towards the car.

As you drove home, you felt a thousand emotions. You wanted to be angry at Damon, but you couldn't. All you felt was exhilaration.

“You are just so - ugh - I can't even with you!” you said to Damon, as you walked back to the house.

Damon smirked and held out two cans of coke. “I swiped one for you too,” he said. “Cherry. Your favourite.” He winked. "Will you pop it, or shall I?"

You hesitated, then cracked open the can. It was fizzy and delicious.

“Why didn't you just… compel the woman at the store? Why bother with the ‘no English’ act?” you asked.

Damon shrugged. “Because it's fun, Y/n. Obviously.”

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THE LICHURGUS CUP

LA COPA DE LICURGO

LA COPPA DI LICURGO

(English / Español /Italiano)

Among the most exceptional and little-known objects in the British Museum, opposite the room dedicated to the Saxons, is the dichroic glass goblet that shows different colours depending on the light that passes through it. Red when illuminated from behind and green when illuminated from the front.

It is the only Roman glass object (4th century) found almost intact with this type of material. The cup is a rare and complete specimen of the 'cage-cup', or diatretum, type; meticulously cut and polished leaving only a decorative 'cage' emerging from the bottom of the vessel.

It is likely that this cup was used in the celebrations of the Bacchic cults that formed part of the religious form of the Romans around the 4th century AD. The cup symbolises the annual cycle of the transformation of the vine and embodies the chalice in which the Dionysian brew is deposited.

A letter attributed to the emperor Hadrian, to his brother-in-law Servianus, has been found in a biography called "Historia Augusta", in which Hadrian mentions sending a gift to Servianus of two dichroic goblets:

"I have sent you some very special colour-changing cups, which were offered to me by one of the priests in the temple. I dedicate them especially to you and my sister. I hope you will be able to use them at banquets and on holidays."

Source: srdatos

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Entre los objetos más excepcionales y poco conocidos del British Museum, frente a la sala dedicada a los Sajones, se encuentra la copa de vidrio dicroico que muestra diferentes colores en función de la luz que la atraviesa. Rojo cuando se ilumina por detrás y verde cuando se ilumina de frente.

Es el único objeto de vidrio romano (siglo IV) encontrado casi intacto con este tipo de material. La copa es un ejemplar raro y completo del tipo “copa jaula”, o diatretum; meticulosamente cortado y pulido dejando solamente una “jaula” decorativa emergiendo del fondo del vaso.

Es probable que esta copa se haya utilizado en las celebraciones de los cultos báquicos que formaba parte de las características de la forma religiosa de los romanos alrededor del siglo IV d.C. La copa simboliza el ciclo anual de la transformación de la viña y encarna el cáliz donde se deposita el brebaje dionisíaco.

Se ha encontrado una carta que se atribuye al emperador Adriano, a su cuñado Servianus, que se relata en la biografía llamada “Historia Augusta”, en la cual Adriano menciona el envío de un regalo a Servianus de dos copas dicroicas:

“Te he enviado unas copas muy particulares que cambian de color, que me fueron ofrecidas por uno de los sacerdotes del templo. Te las dedico muy especialmente a ti y a mi hermana. Espero que puedan utilizarlas en banquetes y días festivos.”

Fuente: srdatos

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Tra gli oggetti più eccezionali e poco conosciuti del British Museum, di fronte alla sala dedicata ai Sassoni, si trova la coppa di vetro dicroico che mostra colori diversi a seconda della luce che la attraversa. Rosso quando illuminato da dietro e verde quando illuminato da davanti.

È l'unico oggetto di vetro romano (IV secolo) trovato quasi intatto con questo tipo di materiale. La coppa è un esemplare raro e completo del tipo "coppa gabbia", o diatretum; meticolosamente tagliato e lucidato lasciando solo una "gabbia" decorativa che emerge dal fondo del bicchiere.

È probabile che questa coppa sia stata utilizzata nelle celebrazioni dei culti bacchici che facevano parte delle caratteristiche della forma religiosa dei romani intorno al IV secolo d.C. La coppa simboleggia il ciclo annuale della trasformazione della vigna e incarna il calice dove si deposita la bevanda dionisiaca.

Una lettera che è stata trovata, attribuita all'imperatore Adriano a suo cognato Servianus, è raccontata nella biografia chiamata "Historia Augusta", in cui Adriano menziona l'invio di un regalo a Servianus di due coppe dicroiche:

´´Ti ho mandato dei bicchieri molto particolari che cambiano colore, che mi sono stati offerti da uno dei sacerdoti del tempio. Le dedico in particolare a te e a mia sorella. Spero che possano usarle nei banchetti e nei giorni festivi´´.

Fonte: srdatos

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Fare una cioccolata calda senza latte è possibile, anzi, il risultato è una cioccolata light leggera e digeribile grazie all’acqua. Da gustare senza sensi di colpa.

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Domenica 29 gennaio

Colazione:❌

Pranzo: 4 fette biscottate integrali, marmellata di ciliegie nere light e bevanda di soia

merenda:❌

Cena: mais, bresaola e pane di segale+ milk pro crema di vaniglia

Calorie assunte: (692 Cal)

Giorno 4 completato✔️

[starryeyedrookie]

Soulmates (Ethan x MC) Part 2

Book: Set after Open Heart book 3 with topic mentions from previous books.

Pairing: Ethan x F!MC (Evelyn Long)

Word count: 1,072

Rating: Teen

Category: Mostly fluff with some suggestive dialogue

Summary: Evelyn’s POV with continuation from Part 1 and elaboration on her story featured in The Newlywed Game.

Author’s note: I didn’t for this part to be so long, but I got a little carried away lol. Translation is in brackets on the side, and I hope you enjoy reading!❤️

The morning breeze was warm, with the smell of coffee and freshly baked pastries flooding Evelyn’s senses as she and Ethan walked to Dolce Vita.

She never imagined that they would get to this point. Holding hands, walking down the surprisingly quiet streets, now a married couple.

Still feeling a sense of disbelief, she smiled and shook her head, glancing down at her hand, her ring glittering in the sunlight confirming that yes, they had vowed to stay by each other's side for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health.

“What’s got you so giddy?” Ethan asked, catching her smiling to herself.

“I was just thinking about how far we've come together. We’re married! I guess it just doesn’t feel real yet.”

“I can understand that. Are you having any doubts?”

“Dr. Ramsey! I’m horrified that you would even ask such a thing!” Evelyn exclaimed, placing a hand over her heart faking distress. “No, I’m not having any doubts. You’re stuck with me until the day I die Mr. Chief of Medicine.”

“Good, because I don't intend on ever letting you get away. Oh, here we are.” Ethan announced as they approached the little café. “After you madame,” he said, holding the door open for her.

“Why thank you, kind sir.”

Entering the store, they’re both overwhelmed by all the options.

As they waited in line, Evelyn began thinking back to those Duolingo lessons that she tried taking months prior. She never liked going anywhere that she couldn’t understand the language.

Reaching the front of the line, a new drink on the menu caught her eye.

“Buongiorno. Cosa posso offrirti oggi?” the barista asked. (Good morning. What can I get for you today?)

“Buongiorno, che sapore ha tua Madre?” she asked, pointing to the item on the menu behind the barista. (Good morning. What does your mother taste like?)

“Excuse me? Did you mean to ask, che sapore ha quella bevanda?” he inquired, pointing to the same spot on the menu. (What does that drink taste like?)

Quickly trying to think back to what she said, her face dropped in horror.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. I got mixed up, and I didn’t realize-”

“She was trying to learn Italian before we came, so she can order in it,” Ethan added, trying to not make her feel worse.

“Don’t worry about it,” he responded laughing, “I know how it is to try to learn a new language. I moved here three years ago and trust me, I’ve had my fair share of mishaps. The drink that you’re asking about is caffè d’un parrinu. It’s coffee with flavours of clove, cinnamon, and cocoa powder.”

“That sounds amazing.” she managed to replay still blushing furiously, hoping no one had heard her mistake.

“We’ll take two of those and two tiramisu-filled croissants please,” Ethan glanced at the barista’s name tag, “Oliver.”

“Coming right up!”

After paying, Oliver handed them a bag with their croissants and their coffees. “Here you go, have a nice day!”

“Thank you, you too,” Evelyn replied, taking Ethan’s hand and heading out.

The walk back to the hotel was quiet, neither one wanting to bring up what had just happened.

Upon entering their room, Evelyn placed her coffee on the small table and collapsed on the bed, screaming into her pillow.

“Dammit dammit dammiiittt!

Placing their bag and his coffee down, Ethan sat down on the bed next to her and rubbed her back soothingly.

“Sweetheart, I know you’re embarrassed, but please, if the other guests are going to file a noise complaint against us, let’s be wise about what we use the opportunity for.”

Sitting up and laughing through tears she wrapped her arms around him.

“I know what would cheer you up.”

“What?”

“Here,” he said, handing her his credit card, “take this and go get whatever you want.”

“I can't do that.” she protested.

“Yes, you can. Consider it your wedding gift.”

“Thank you!” she exclaimed, pushing him down on the bed and showering him with kisses. “Don’t you want to come with me?”

“Surprise me,” he responded, giving her one last lingering kiss.

- - - - - -

About an hour later, Evelyn returned with two bags in hand.

“Thank you!” she exclaims, handing Ethan his card back.

“Of course, darling. Did you get everything you wanted?”

“I did.”

“Excellent, I slipped my mind to mention it to you earlier, but tonight, after dinner, we’ll be going on a gondola ride.”

“Booyah!” she squealed, pumping her fist in the air and dancing.

“If you do that on the boat, trust that I will push you off.”

She smiled and kissed him, “No you won’t. I think you’re all talk Dr. Ramsey.”

- - - - - -

That evening, after dinner, the newlyweds boarded the gondola and began floating along The Grand Canal, the setting sun shining a glorious golden light upon the water.

Evelyn sat across from Ethan, admiring how bright his blue eyes looked in the light, his face a look of calm peacefulness. She didn’t think that she’d ever seen him so relaxed.

Before she met Ethan, she thought she knew what love was. She had only loved one boy from the age of eight until eighteen. Her first and only boyfriend. When she left home for school, they tried to make long distance work, but slowly fell out of touch. It made her sad, but it didn’t break her.

Then she thought of when Ethan left for two months to go to the Amazon. She had felt more hurt at that moment than she did in her entire life. Hurt that Ethan hadn’t contacted her or even mentioned to her that he was leaving. Hurt that he had tried to erase all the progress that they had made in the previous year.

But they overcame it all. They stayed and fought together through everything that was thrown at them. From working tirelessly to find a cure for Naveen, to the attack on the Senator and the deaths of their friends. Leland Bloom had even tried to overthrow the hospital, but they took him down together.

Now here they were, Chief of Medicine and Head of the Diagnostics Team. They made each other stronger and pushed each to always be their best.

He was the love of her life and she was the love of his, and together they would be unstoppable.

Catching her staring, Ethan smiled and took her hands in his, “I love you Evelyn.”

“I love you too Ethan.”

If you made it this far, thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed it!

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[wormtoxin]

“Carrion Flowers: Prologue (Pt. 2)

Prologue Pt. 1 here

Her grandfather named her Luka. He had her hair cut short, and enrolled her at an all boy’s catholic school. When the boys would pick on her, he’d sit with her in his library and they’d study Machiavelli and Sun Tzu. Before long, the boys knew better. He raised her on horseback and in the fencing piste. He nourished her on food, and water, and decades worth of blood, remembered from his time in the Crusades. Then he died, and left her alone.

She stood alone in a crowd of mourners who traded stories about him. Luka had only ever met a few of them- old veterans, scarred by teeth or claws or the effects of Wildfire. Before her grandfather died, his friends would call her “ragazzina” or “caraibica”, but they always let her play poker. They’d ask how the boys at school were treating her. They’d tell her stories about her grandfather. Then, all Luka had were those stories. Luka attended the burial outside the manor where she grew up, knowing it would never really be home again. That was when Luka met her for the first time.

Viola had made her debut at court about a year ago. She’d been attending events like this since, to keep up appearances. The signor who passed on had been an important friend of her father’s from the old days, so it was important the Royal Family make an appearance. With the rise of a new political group, Yggdrasil, the Crown’s influence was in more danger than ever. It was important the King’s sweet daughter arrive, remind the people what her family stood for. She wore a new black dress for the occasion, a simple frock. Her dark skin shone in the light. Her cloud of dark hair was drawn into neat plaits. Viola’s uncle, Signor Angelo, who was with her, wore a similarly sparse black suit and coat.

Signor Angelo only said two things to Luka. First, “Are you San Giorgio’s granddaughter?”

Luka recognized her Grandfather’s old nickname, and nodded. Then,

“Do you want a job?”

———

“Buon lavoro, Principessa,” Luka smiled wryly. As Viola’s retainer, it was Luka’s responsibility to keep her swordplay sharp. Luka had been well-trained by her grandfather, but Viola’s royal education had all the money for fencing masters. Now, years after their first meeting, Viola had Luka at sword-point in the courtyard. “Remind me why you keep me around? You’re more than capable of protecting yourself”.

“Then who would be the lucky victim of my regular practice?” Viola caressed Luka’s cheek with the tip of her blade. “Besides, you’ve taught me soooo much,” she purred.

“Ah, well, I,” Luka flushed, “it’s my honor, My Lady”.

Viola withdrew her blade. “And anyways, I’ll be the Queen soon. Queens don’t fight their own battles.”

“Not even with me?”, Luka pouted, and Viola helped her back up.

“Well, I can make an exception.” Viola stood, tucked her sword under her arm, and brushed the dirt from the knees of her breeches. “We’ve got to change, I’m needed at the ball tonight. Will you be my attendant?”

Luka watched her untuck her dark cloud of hair and let it fall around her shoulders and jawline. “Of course, my lady”.

———

That night had been as beautiful and stuffy as any other royal occaision. But that evening, when they’d had enough and slipped out of the arcade, Luka would remember forever. The stars were beautiful, and the flora in the lamps had begun their soft fluorescent glow. Luka let her tie slip, her collar fall open, and hung her jacket out on the balcony.

“Would you help me out?”, Viola asked, and Luka loosened the ties at her back dutifully. Viola picked up Luka’s jacket and threw it over her bare shoulders. She untied the ribbon in her hair, tossed it at Luka, and laughed. Luka watched the wind run through her hair, and her heart jumped in her chest. She pocketed her ribbon.

“Should I get us one last drink?” Luka offered.

“I’d love that”, Viola said. She grabbed Luka by the now-loose tie, and drew her in for a kiss.

“I love you,” Luka murmured, and sauntered back out to the halls. She slipped into a side room off the main foyer, and took two flutes of champagne from one of the waiters.

“Grazie mille,” she said to him, and Luka saw she had entered the chamber where Viola’s Uncle Angelo and his friends had gathered. “Buonasera, My Lord”, Luka said.

“Buonasera, Luka”, he said. The chattering had stopped. “Where’s Viola?”

“I’m just getting some drinks”, Luka said, and patted the sword at her hip with a free hand. “Non preoccuparti, she’s safe in my care”.

“I should hope so”, he said. None of his sullen companions spoke. “With Viola to be crowned so soon, I worry for her. Yggdrasil is moving in the shadows, even now.”

“Oh?” Luka took a sip from one of the flutes, “Well let those bastards try,” Luka felt the night’s drink swell within her, “Viola’s safer than in a fortress with me!”

“That’s the spirit”, Viola’s uncle hummed. He called one of the waiters over. “Get a bottle for my niece and her guard, per favore? And that special drink.”

Luka raised an eyebrow, and the waiter produced a flask of swirling, shimmering gold. “It is a royal drink, given to the monarch before his coronation. Viola’s father had a taste from this very same brew.”

Luka held the little vial reverently. “Oh, grazie mille Zio Angelo!” Luka took them both graciously. “You’re a good man, My Lord.”

“Buonanotte, Luka”.

———

She arrived back at Viola’s bedroom. “Principessa!”

“Benvenuti, Luka”. Viola was still at the balcony, nodding off in her chair.

“Ciao Viola!” Luka collapsed next to her, and handed Viola the vial. “Your uncle says this was your father’s. Una bevanda per un Rei.”

“My father’s?” Viola held the little vial up to the starlight and watched it swirl between her fingers. “Here’s to you, papà.” She split the wax seal and downed the little drink, lips stained with glittering gold. Luka poured them each a glass of champagne.

“I take it you’re ready to be a ruler?” Luka said, and swallowed another mouthful of cold fresh champagne.

“I think I am” Viola said, tightening Luka’s jacket around her. “I was nervous at first. When father died. But now, I think... I’m... ready”. Viola clutched at her necklace, and pulled it loose with a snap. She dropped the little vial, which shattered on the balcony. “I- I think-”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-” Luka looked over at Viola, and froze. She was clutching her throat, and struggling hard to breath. When she tried to talk, she choked. Blood poured from her mouth.

“Viola!” Luka jumped to her feet, and rushed to her side. Viola stood up, the front of her gown stained red. “Viola! Viola, what’s happening?”

There was a knock at the door. Luka recognized the baritone of Viola’s uncle, the former King’s brother. “Viola, are you there? May we speak?” All at once, a cold wave of realization crashed down on Luka. She realized exactly what he’d done- what he’d made her do. 

Viola choked and sputtered on gold-stained bile, while Luka tried desperately to pat her back, help her breathe.

“Guards!” Viola’s Uncle bellowed, and soon the door was broken at the hinges. Luka cradled Viola’s cold body in the dark. Her other arm held her sword, point drawn relentlessly on the final member of the royal family.

“Bastard”, she wept, “You dirty bastard!”

“Oh god,” He said to the guards, “She’s dead.”

A guard drew his sword and approached Luka. She swung at him wildly, but her eyes never left the late king’s brother Angelo. Other guards approached her.“Luka, you’re under arrest”, one of them said.

Luka placed Viola on the ground, gently, then stood. She lunged at Angelo, blade slashing him across the face. Finally, one of the guards caught her by the wrist and threw her backwards. She stumbled, heel catching on Viola’s limp skirt, and she tripped over the princess’ slumped form. Luka collapsed backwards, sword falling from her grip and slipping off the balcony.

Angelo, Viola’s uncle killer, one hand held to his blood-streaked face, moved over Viola’s body and held her. As Luka stood, the guards moved towards her, swords drawn.

Luka gave one last look at her girlfriend. She turned, and went sailing over the railing into the fountain below.

———

Luka sat, soaking wet, in a tavern. She clipped her shoulder on the concrete basin of the fountain on her way down. It hurt, badly, and her open shirt was soaking with blood. She had retrieved her sword, at least, but it wouldn’t be long before every polizia in Verona would be looking for her. Luka wondered if there was a single Italian who wouldn’t hear what she’d done by sunrise.

She was starting to sober up by the hearth, which only meant she felt the cold chill in her bones freshly. She’d have to run. And to hide, somewhere she’d never be found. Viola’s uncle was now the only remaining heir of the royal family. He’d have the police, the military, and every eye in the nation on her trail.

Then Luka thought of him, being crowned in Viola’s place, laying her body in the royal tombs, setting flowers on her casket in the view of photographers. She thought of the speech he’d give at her funeral, regretting her untimely death, promising to take up her responsibilities, mourning the very girl he’d killed. It made Luka sick.

She stood up, dripping water all the way to the bar. “Do you have any clothes?”

“What am I, a tailor?”

“Do you have any rooms then?”

“No, we’re full. Are you just gonna stand there soaking wet, or are you gonna buy a drink?”

Luka crossed back to the fire. She watched a policeman come into the bar, and she froze. Before she could duck her head, he locked eyes with her.

“Barkeep, got any rooms?” In his voice, she recognized the familiar haze of liquor, and breathed a sigh of relief. It would be noon tomorrow before this officer woke up and heard the news, started looking for her.

“The usual is open for you, go on and collapse,” the barkeep told him, and the policeman trotted upstairs.

Luka waited until the tavern owner’s back was turned, and slipped upstairs herself. She listened to the policeman undress himself clumsily, then settle into bed. When he was snoring loudly, she carefully opened the door and snuck inside.

Finally, she opened the second floor window, adjusted her new stolen uniform, and climbed down the tavern’s facade. Her shoulder gave her trouble, and she eventually had to jump the last few feet to the ground.

Luka was careful to take Viola’s ribbon from the pocket of her other slacks and place them into the coat of the officer before she changed. It might be all of the princess Luka would see for a long while.

Luka gave the royal palace one last look, recognizing the emergency torches and the distant call of alarm bells, before she turned her back and disappeared into the moonlit alleys of Verona.

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MILKSHAKE CIOCCOLATO E COCCO

MILKSHAKE CIOCCOLATO E COCCO

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SMOOTHIE AI MIRTILLI E BANANA CON SEMI DI CHIA

SMOOTHIE AI MIRTILLI E BANANA CON SEMI DI CHIA

DELIZIOSO E RINFRESCANTE: ECCO LA RICETTA DELLO SMOOTHIE LIGHT VIOLA! Lo Smoothie ai mirtilli è una bevanda fresca, gustosa e ricca di proprietà benefiche: con l’aggiunta di banana e semi di chia diventerà super goloso e salutare, ideale per una colazione vitaminica ma anche ottimo come spuntino energizzante e refrigerante!Puoi scegliere di surgelare la frutta precedentemente, per ottenere uno…

[thesunandherloneliness]

"A Napoli si racconta un’antica storia, addirittura pare presa in prestito anche dai monaci Zen che dice: “se il saggio, sempre che sia un saggio napoletano, indica la tazzina di caffè che ha preparato, lo sciocco guarda il caffè”. Perché “sciocco” vi chiederete subito voi. Ma perché non dovrebbe guardare il caffè, ma il dito, e poi continuare a vedere sin dove sale e dove porta. E la risposta è solo una. Porta ad un napoletano. Ed eccolo il vero segreto del perché il caffè napoletano è il più buono di tutti. E’ il napoletano. Colui il quale lo prepara come se fosse un rito, colui il quale lo gusta poi con passione, e ne fa una filosofia anche soltanto del sorseggio. A Napoli e per il napoletano il caffè è un rito antropologico, un rito sociale, la scusa per una chiacchierata, per una confidenza e sinanche per condire una battuta. Ecco perché qui il caffè è più buono. Non è una semplice bevanda. E’ tutto questo". ° #home #coffee #naples #neapolitan #italy #italian #breakfast #morning #morningroutine #traditions #quotes #caffé #shades #today #vibes #days #light #cute #picoftheday #photography #instagood #instafeed #myfeed #vsco #march #chiasfeed #cozymorning (at Campania) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9lttgIKdba/?igshid=1krfo9thkfb0x

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11 NOVEMBRE SAN MARTINO - SI BEVE IL VINO NUOVO E SI MANGIANO I DOLCETTI E LE CASTAGNE. Erice Statua di San Martino, biscotti di San Martino e panuzzi. Si assaggia il vino nuovo con le castagne o i panuzzi.

Auguri a chi oggi assaggia il vino nuovo a chi ha cucinato i Panuzzi di San Martinu per bagnarli nel vino leggero e frizzante, a chi a Ragusa ha cucinato i dolci di San Martino, a @ichea-it che ha sentito vagire il vino, a Santu (nella foto) che oggi apre la sua botte e mi telefonerà per dirmi come è venuto.

Auguri a chi ama il vino a chi lo produce e lavora, a chi va ancora in giro nel paese di casa in casa cantando canzoni e chiedendo al padrone un assaggio del vino nuovo.

Auguri a Ciccio che ha riempito la sua botte di vino e nelle prossime mangiate verrà con un bottiglione di cinque litri come piccolo assaggio, auguri alla vigna ormai scomparsa del nonno, alle vigne che nascono, alle cantine antiche o nuove, auguri a tutti coloro per cui il vino non è una bevanda, ma il sangue che la nostra Sicilia ci dona con amore e generosità.

Congratulations to those who today taste the new wine to those who cooked the Panuzzi di San Martinu to bathe them in light and sparkling wine, to whom in Ragusa he cooked the desserts of San Martino, to @ ichea-it who has heard the wine wander, to Santu (pictured) who today opens his barrel and will call me to tell me how good it is.

Congratulations to those who love wine to those who produce  and work it, to those who still go around the village from home to homee singing songs and asking the owner for a taste of the new wine.

Best wishes to my cousin Ciccio who has filled his wine barrel and in the next party will come with a five-liter bottle as a little taste, greetings to the grandfather’s now disappeared vineyard, the vineyards that are born, the old or new cellars, best wishes to all those for whom wine is not a drink, but the blood that our Sicily gives us with love and generosity.

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SABATO 26 NOVEMBRE (G6)

COLAZIONE: 4 fette biscottate integrali con marmellata di ciliegie nere light, bevanda di soia

SPUNTINO:❌

PRANZO: due uova sode, panino integrale e insalata

MERENDA:❌

CENA: hamburger di pollo, panino integrale e pomodorini

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