#curro cook

[alexiabae]

HOLD; caroline graham hansen x fem!reader

Summary: y/n showed at caro how important she is.

Warnings: fluff.

Note: English is not my first language.

not my gif.

Everything finished.

Finally.

The world cup was over, or at least for Caro.

The Norwegian gave a relieved sigh when she finally landed in Barcelona. She missed that city a lot during that month away. But more importantly, she missed her girlfriend. Y/N is a footballer player too, but she missed the world cup for standing up about her beliefs and rights, Caro supporting her from the start, just like supporting her other teammates.

She drove towards her apartment that she shared with Y/N. Since it is still the preseason, Y/N was training right now so the blonde decided to give her a surprise, making her think that she is passing some more days in Norway with her family.

Caro was met with Curro when she entered the apartment. The tiger cat meow when he saw the blonde, stretching and walking animatedly towards her.

"Hola, boy! You miss me?" Caro talked with him, patting his back and scratching between his ears. Curro meow again, like if he can understand.

The forward smiled, passing a good time with the cat before she moved towards her bedroom and decided to unpack her suitcase case and do some laundry. Curro followed her around the house, whatever Caro goes, he too.

Once she finished, she thought if she could surprise her girlfriend by going to Barcelona's training session or wait patiently over there and make some lunch for them. She chose the second option and put some music from her phone, she started to make the lunch, accompanied by Curro.

Caro hummed quietly while she was doing the food, when she heard the key's sound, indicating that Y/N was to open the front door. The blonde quickly turned down the volume and quietly, hiding herself a little, waiting for Y/N to come inside.

"Curro, I'm at home!" Y/N called him. Caro chuckled lowly by her greeting to the cat. Curro went immediately out of the kitchen, going for Y/N's call. "There you are! Come here, baby." The Spanish put on a baby voice and grabbed the cat.

The blonde hearing Y/N from centimetres makes her go where she is and hold her between her arms. But she took a breath and waited, she thought that a few minutes more couldn't hurt her.

"I miss you too..." Y/N said again, laughing softly. "How good it smells... The neighbours are cooking Curro... I'm hungry now. Let's go." Y/N's voice was heard more near the kitchen.

Caro was preparing herself, hiding behind the door. Y/N frowned when she walked inside, confused because the smell was coming from her own kitchen, seeing the prepared food.

"Who made this?" Y/N muttered, a little scared because she didn't prepare that and because it seems ready recently.

Without controlling herself anymore, Caro walked slowly towards Y/N, who was giving her back and hugged her, making Y/N scream.

"It's me, min kjærlighet. Auch!" Caro could say before Y/N kicked her ribs with her elbow, making the blonde separated and put her hand on the kicked spot.

Y/N took her hands on her mouth, covering with them. "Why did you do that?" She questioned, seeing how Caro was double up. "Also... Hi!" Y/N went towards her, putting Caro's head on her chest and hugging her, like nothing happened.

The Norwegian rolled her eyes, but a painful smile was on her face. "I'm glad that if something happens, you can defend yourself." Caro grunted, leaning her head on her, snuggling.

The other holds a laugh, kissing her head. "Sorry, amor. But you would agree with me that if I'm not waiting for anyone to be here, the intruder needs to be kicked out."

"Ah? So... I'm an intruder now?" The blonde raised her head to look at Y/N, a feign offended expression on her face.

Is the turn for Y/N to roll her eyes.

"Of course not! But you said that you will be staying in Oslo for a few more days, so obviously I'm not waiting for you to be here, tonta." Y/N loose off her arms around her neck, putting it now on her own waist to do more emphasis.

The blue eyed woman put herself right when the pain dissipated and stretched her arms towards Y/N to embrace her, passing both hands for the gap and bringing her towards herself. The blonde is taller than Y/N, so she looked down and kissed her nose.

Y/N frowned, still in the same position. "What?" Caro asked, confused.

"You didn't let me go to Auckland." Y/N said firm. The blonde rolled her eyes, relaxing her features.

"And I told you that it is okay, you don't need to go over there." Caro hugged her more, leaning on her to kiss her again, but Y/N moved, crossing her arms. Caro opened her mouth slightly. "Are you serious?"

Y/N nodded. "Yes. I wanted to go and I know it is because you think that I have enough with Spain's federation and you don't want to add your problems. But Caro, you are important to me and you suffer... You cried." She explained, a little hurt.

Caro knows that she has the right. She saw in the past, how Y/N struggled with everything that happened with Spain's federation. Her tears, the stress and anxiety, the sleepless nights... Everything. And she was there, helping her, worrying about her. If Y/N couldn't let her be by her side, she got mad for sure.

With a sight, Caro nodded. "You have the right. Beklager." She apologized, looking at her feet.

Y/N bites her bottom lip, with a soft look on her eyes she raises her hands to Caro's cheeks and makes the other look at her, the blue eyes looking a little sad.

"You keep talking in Norwegian and maybe I can forgive you." Y/N whispered, making the other paint a tiny smile on her lips.

"Kan jeg kysse deg?" Caro tried, her gaze moving from her eyes to her lips.

Y/N leaned her head aside, smiling widely. "Did you say something about a kiss?" She tried to guess, squealing excited when Caro nodded, making her laugh for Y/N's behaviour and thinking how much she missed her. "Yes, you can kiss me." She let her know after celebrating.

Caro bites her bottom lip briefly and without losing much time, she captures her lips with hers, humming happily to kiss her again after a long time.

•••

They had lunch together, enjoying each other's company. They talked about everything or the little things that happened in Barcelona when Caro was away. Y/N wanted to talk about what happened in the world cup, but she wants Caro to have free thoughts about professional stuff.

"Come here! I wanted to take a photo with you and give them some enviousness." Y/N informed, grabbing her phone.

The blonde chuckled and let herself get crushed by her girlfriend. Y/N's head on Caro's with a big smile while the other gives a lipped smile to the camera. The Spanish were sitting between Caro's legs.

Caro's phone vibrated, indicating that Y/N sent the photo to the barça group chat. The blonde was scratching Curro's back, enjoying his dose of cuddles.

"Ja! They are already commenting." Y/N muttered, leaning her head on Caro's chest, intertwining with her hand the hand was reposing on her waist.

"Soon you need to go. Do you want me to drive you over there?" Caro talked lowly, not wanting to break the atmosphere.

"Naa, don't worry about it. You need to rest or if you don't want to, you can give Curro a walk by the beach. Call Ingrid and go with her." Y/N suggests, not wanting in reality that the girls in some way, stress her out.

Caro shrugs. "Okay. I call her." She didn't press. She missed the girls too, but she just landed that morning and didn't want to be bothered too much.

Just saying that, Y/N called Ingrid for her, looking innocently later at the blonde, who shakes her head with a smile.

"¿Hola?" Ingrid greeted. Y/N put on the speaker.

"¡Hola bombón! Do you have some plans for today?" Y/N greeted her too.

"No, why? If I'm not mistaken, you have training in about an hour." Ingrid inquires.

Y/N laugh. "Wow. You have my schedule learned. I need to worry? Or Mapi?" Y/N teased, looking at Caro.

Ingrid snorted. "Do I need to remind you that Mapi is training with you?"

Y/N rolled her eyes.

"Anyway. I call you because Caro is here." A sound of surprise was heard by the other line. "Do you not see the photo that I put to the chat? I'm hurt." Y/N dramatically said the last part.

"No I'm not. I was doing... Things." At this Y/N and Caro laughed hard, knowing very well what that meant. "Shut up you two. Also hii Caro!"

"Hallo." Caro greeted her, her laugh dying.

"Just like I was saying. Caro is here but she will be bored, I suggested her to give Curro a walk by the beach, do you mind bringing your kids to the beach?" Y/N asked, playing with Caro's fingers.

Ingrid laughs by the reference that her friend made. "For me it's okay. Let me ask Mapi if I can bring our kids to the beach." "Hey you two! I let her in with a condition, you need to take photos about them together! I miss little Curro." Mapi was the next to speak.

"Deal." Caro calmly said.

"Well, I need to hang up or I will be late to training, you too León. So... I will see you Mapi in a while and Ingrid, I miss you and take care of Curro, please." Caro hit Y/N's arm softly, making the girl chuckle.

They talked a little more and Y/N was flying to the door after giving a lot of kisses to her girlfriend and promising later more cuddles, to Curro too.

•••

"How do you feel?" Ingrid asked after a long time from talking about their return to Norway or Barcelona.

Caro shrugs but her hold on the lead is stronger and her jaw clenched, indicating that her mood changed with that only question.

"Tired but I'm fine." Caro lied, once again shrugging, her gaze fixed on Curro.

Ingrid looks at her, knowing perfectly how the blonde was feeling, who better than her how she feels.

"Caro..." Ingrid pressed, her gaze turning soft just like her tone when she chose the next words. "It's me. You don't need to pretend anymore. I will not judge you."

The blonde sighed, raising her gaze to look at the ocean, not wanting to look at that moment at her friend.

"I feel mad, angry. I want to scream. I want to cry. I'm tired of people that don't care about me. They all make a point when you make mistakes but when you do something good, I don't hear anything. It's frustrating." Caro opened up. Her voice is getting raspy to hold her emotion in.

The brunette grabbed with her other hand the other lead and hugged her friend by her shoulders. It's shocking to see Caro in this state, usually she is a calm person. That summer, even if the two are teammates in the same club, Ingrid felt more connected with Caro than ever.

"You know. I talked about it with you all during our stay in Australia. I was thinking of letting the national team after the world cup. I spoke with Mapi too, and something I admire about her is that she will fight until the end, even if she loses important tournaments if that means that the girls would come behind her, have better rights and conditions." Ingrid explained. "I'm going to let the national team."

This time Caro looked at her, not surprised by her choice of words, it was for her firmness. The determination on her eyes.

"Do you not think about it? To let the national team? I mean until the people who were involved and take us seriously, get out. If they are there, I don't want to be with them." Ingrid inquires, explaining her exit from the national team.

Caro looks at Curro again, the cat playing playfully with the other two cats. Of course it passed for her mind to let the national team. She knows what Ingrid means when talking about Mapi's part, she is with Y/N and is fighting for the same thing.

"Yes, I thought about it. Actually I'm struggling about going out or staying." Caro started in a low voice, but knowing that Ingrid could hear her. "I talked with my family. They all support me. I... I mentioned it at Y/N briefly, she supports me too, I know that always. But it's a hard topic to talk about... I received a lot of comments from some of the team, like Ana. Well, you know what I'm talking about, because she told you too. I don't know why but I'm scared to talk about it with Y/N. Even knowing that she will never be disappointed or judge me." She explains to Ingrid how she really feels.

"I know why." Ingrid said, squeezing Caro's shoulder. The blonde looks at her curious. "You care a lot about Y/N that you don't want to add your problems to her. You think that she has enough... Am I mistaken?" Ingrid guessed.

Caro blushed because she knew that Ingrid said loudly what the truth is. She heard how Ingrid let out a chuckle.

"Don't worry, venn. In some way it's cute... But you need to tell her about your emotions, you can't keep it until you can't hold it anymore." The brunette advised.

•••

"You're too quiet tonight." Y/N hummed alongside Caro on the bed. She leaned more on her neck and kissed it.

The blue eyed woman passed her right arm by Y/N's midsection, embracing her and kiss her head.

"I'm just thinking..." Caro admitted, playing with Y/N's hair.

It was dark in the room, any light coming into it, but Y/N raised her head to look at her, making Caro snort for that gesture.

"About...?" Y/N questioned in a whisper, playing now with Caro's old shirt.

The blonde passes both hands for her face, sighing. "About my situation in my national team and how to talk about it with you." She explained, putting her left hand behind her head.

A moment of silence passed, Y/N thinking what she can say. "Well, I know how it is... And how your role was." Y/N started in a low voice. "Caro... I'm proud of you. How you stand up for your beliefs... For your teammates. You felt humiliated for your coach and nobody deserved that... You apologized because you know what happens. When I saw that photo of you crying... I feel impotent. You, of all people, don't deserve how they treat you." Y/N finished to say.

This time Caro let her tears roll for her cheeks. It's hard all the stuff that she and her teammates passed that summer. She felt bad too because she kept it to herself and did not share all the details before with Y/N.

Y/N senses that Caro is crying and lets her. She reincorporated, brushing with her fingers her blonde hair that was on display on the pillow.

"Sorry for not telling you it before..." Caro said, wiping her tears. "You have so much on your head and I don't want to be a nuisance. I promise that it will change and I will open to you." The Spanish couldn't resist hugging her. Caro hugged her too, hiding her head on Y/N's chest.

"It's okay... You can tell me when you're ready, don't feel pressured. Take your time. I'm just asking to not let me out about how you feel." Y/N explained, kissing her head.

The Norwegian nodded. "Vale. I'm going to let the national team, like Ingrid." She said, telling her for the first time what she wanted to do.

"And I will be here, supporting you just like you support me. And if in the future you want to come back, I will be proud of you just like now." Y/N said softly.

"Jeg elsker deg." Caro said with love, raising her head and giving her a chaste kiss on her lips.

"Yo también te quiero." Y/N said after the kiss, smiling. "Also, you don't send photos about the kids at the beach." She added, reminding.

Caro rolled her eyes, giggling for her girlfriend's antics.

[rottendaredevil]

Yeah, es de estas cosas que te tienes que pensar. Asiente. Mkai ha hablado con sabiduria y la solemnidad de su gesto refleja su aprobación.

I do a littlle bit of everything. I paint, I write, I play music, I tag, sometimes... I skate, obviously... Va contando con los dedos. ...I try to cook, but it's my weakest skill. My girlfriend likes it, so that's what matters.

...

¡Ah, de curro! Nah, soy camarero.

Movie Night

Está de pie, apoyada detrás de su sillón reclinable, pasando sin prestar mucha atención los canales de la tele. Boring, boring, lame, boring, talking heads, realityshit, capeshit...

En cierto punto encuentra lo que parece ser un programa de lucha libre, que deja puesto ... hasta que se da cuenta de que es un drama ambientado en una promoción de lucha libre.

"If you ever marry a woman, I hope that woman is me"

...who wrote this crap, Jesus fuck. Cambia de canal, aburrida. Decide entonces, molestar a Ollie... que está sentado en el otro sillón. Le mete la mano en el pelo y se lo revuelve. Tú, tetón, te recuerdo que hoy hay noche de peli.

[breakingsomething]

the fall part eleven - remembering

basic summary: jackie and aaron make some decisions, and anti and marvin have a conversation.

trigger warnings: hypnotism

tagslist: @synonymsforzombie @spicydanhowell @skyewardlight @dreaming-of-stories-and-stars @cest-mellow

"...you're sure this is the place?"

jackie shot aaron a glare. "uh, yeah, i've come here basically every other day for like, three years. also, you've literally been here before, remember? i know -" he paused to knock angrily on the door yet again. "- what i'm doing."

aaron sighed noisily, flopping down on the steps next to jackie. "ok, sure. but i don't think he's bloody in, so there's really no point in continuing the knocking."

they'd been sitting in front of this one house for ten minutes already, jackie banging on the door impatiently the whole time. he was starting to get annoyed; where was he, he was barely ever out! "i swear, i'm gonna kill him," jackie said through gritted teeth. his whole body hurt after their fight with the magician, and he knew aaron had gotten the brunt of it. "the one time this bitch isn't in is the one time i really need him." he sat down next to aaron, sighing. "ok, that's not true, i've needed him worse before when i've literally been on the brink of death and whatnot. but i mean… hm. are you ok?"

aaron nodded stiffly and smiled, though he was clutching his chest where he'd been kicked. "i'll be ok, yeah, absolutely. what about you?"

"i didn't ask if you would be ok, i asked if you were ok," jackie said. he wrapped an arm around his boyfriend, pulling him close. aaron laughed softly, letting his head fall into jackie's shoulder. jackie kissed the top of his head before pausing. "i'm - i'm sorry this happened."

"no, it's my fault," aaron mumbled. "i lied to you, i… i should have just told you where the necklace came from. i really just wanted to help you."

"i know," jackie murmured. he shivered in the cold evening air. "thank you for that."

on cue, all the streetlamps popped on, lighting up the buildings. they could see a man in a green jacket walking not far off, someone jackie immediately recognized. "is that him?" aaron asked as jackie stood up, unlacing his arm from around him. "jackson?"

"think so. hey, curro!" jackie called. the man's head snapped up, and a grin lit up his face when he saw who was calling him.

"jb!" he cried, and awkwardly jogged over to his gate, jackie wincing at the piercing creak it made as it opened. "dude, i haven't seen you in - months!"

curro ran up the path and threw his arms around jackie, laughing in his ear as his dreadlocks tickled his face. something stirred in jackie's chest; guilt, maybe. he breathed in deeply, blinking sudden tears away. "sorry," he said softly. "i've had a lot on my mind."

he pulled away, suddenly unable to take the pain. "curro, man, i - i missed you," he choked out, wrapping his arms around his own chest. curro grinned warmly, his dark eyes suddenly brightening as he spotted aaron behind him.

"oh hey, i remember you!" he said cheerfully. aaron jumped, pushing himself to his feet as curro marched over and held out a hand for him to shake. aaron forced a grin, accepting the gesture stiffly. "i treated you for a stab wound nearly a near ago, did i not? fantastic to see you, man."

he turned round again as aaron went to stand by jackie's side, shifting uncomfortably. curro's smile faded. "so, uh - are you hurt? what are you guys doing here? actually, come inside, it's cold as hell out here."

curro opened the door and they went inside politely as he held it open for them. his house hadn't changed a bit since jackie had last seen it several months ago; still cramped and brightly coloured, full of old vintage knickknacks and smelling faintly of apple pie. he led aaron to the living room, which still had the same shiny couches and tiny tv on its pink tv stand. "nice to see you still haven't redecorated, doc," jackie said teasingly as he sat down on one of the couches, aaron gingerly perching on the seat next to him. curro laughed again, turning on the light and casting the room in a yellow glow.

"hey, fuck you. my house is lovely." then he plopped onto a small armchair, frowning and looking suddenly serious. "anyway. are you two ok? why were you waiting for me to come back?"

jackie bit his lip, figuring that the easiest way to do this would be to just rip the bandaid off. "my brothers kicked me out, and… neither me nor aaron have a place to stay."

that was partially true. aaron did have his own flat, but the organization he'd belonged to had his address and could find them easily there. and there was no way jackie dared to even go near his brothers again, despite the secret upper hand he had on hecate now. that would be a bad idea. although, maybe this had been one too.

"i - are you, uh, suggesting you stay here?" curro said uneasily, scratching his arm. jackie gave a small, jerky nod, and curro blew the breath out of his cheeks. "ok, uh. listen, jb, i love you very much, but i dunno if i have space. also, being around people 24/7 isn't exactly my thing -"

jackie had been afraid of this. "it wouldn't be for too long," he interrupted, shifting forward in his seat to get closer to his friend. "i swear, we'll find a place soon enough, but we legit don't have anywhere to go right now. you wouldn't just kick us to the curb, would you?"

curro made a small noise of discomfort. "well… i… i don't know, man."

"you've let me stay over before," jackie protested.

"that was different," curro said. he looked from jackie to aaron to jackie again. "you two - are you together, i take it?"

jackie was about to say something when aaron interrupted. "we are," he said firmly. jackie didn't turn to look at him, but he was sure aaron could feel his glare. curro nodded, clicking his tongue softly.

"yeah, that's kinda the thing. i don't wanna end up being a third wheel in my own home," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. he gave jackie an apologetic look. "i'll - i'll try to help you as best i -"

"but that's not enough!" jackie suddenly shouted. he sat forward even more, curro flinching back slightly. "you don't understand, we could get in trouble if we're found!"

"by - by who?" curro spluttered. he looked almost scared, eyes darting back and forth. "jb, are you - dude, are you in trouble with the police or something? cause you definitely can't stay here if so, i could get done too for practicing medical care without a fucking license!" he suddenly stood up, holding both hands in front of him. "i can't get involved in -"

"but you'll help," jackie said calmly. he got to his feet too, looking right at curro. "you will help us."

"babe, what… are you doing?" aaron asked, confused. jackie didn't turn round, staring into curro's umber eyes. he didn't break contact. curro looked terrified, trying to step back but being stopped by the chair he'd just been sitting in.

"you're going to let me and aaron stay here while we find a place to stay," jackie told him. curro opened his mouth like he was going say something, but his eyes suddenly unfocused, the light in them dimming slightly. jackie felt the necklace against his chest grow warmer, pulsing in time with his heartbeat. "you're going to let us stay here without question and then when we leave, you'll forget you ever didn't want us to stay."

"yes," curro murmured, his posture relaxing as his mind emptied. jackie smiled softly as curro leaned forward, his hair brushing jackie's chin. "i understand, yeah."

jackie stepped back, touching curro's shoulders gently. "good," he said softly. his heart was racing. "good, good, i'm glad."

aaron stood, slowly stepping over to look at curro. "what… what did you do?"

"i think i hypnotized him," jackie said, slightly amazed. curro didn't move, staring straight ahead at nothing. jackie unconsciously touched his chest, almost jerking away at how hot it was. the skin around it felt numb and tight, like a burn. "anti could do that. i must have… i've… never been able to do that."

"well, an stiùiriche did say that the necklace was a powerful weapon. maybe it… siphoned off anti's power somehow." aaron took jackie's hand tightly. "is he just gonna... stay like this?"

they watched curro sway on the spot. "i wouldn't think so," jackie said uncertainly. his stomach was suddenly rolling, his head light. "it's - it's ok! we have a place to stay now." he whipped round to face aaron, suddenly unable to face the dazed man in front of him. "we can stay here. your organization won't find us and we'll be fine, just fine. isn't that great? we're sorted, babe."

aaron gave a small, wavering smile, his eyes flickering back to curro and dimming worriedly. "yes, it's great," he said with false cheer in his voice. "just great."

jackie noticed the uneasiness in his tone. but he didn't acknowledge it. he was too afraid of what would happen if he did.

-

"i want to go back to the music shop."

marvin blinked. "i'm sorry, sign that again?"

anti sat straight up in his chair, looking marvin dead in the eyes. "i want to go back to the music shop."

they were in one of the main hecate dining rooms, tucked away at a table in the corner with lunch in front of them. anti was once again well enough to get out of bed ("it won't bloody last, so might as well do whatever while i'm fucking functioning," he had said), so he and marvin had been talking more for the past two days, walking around the areas of hecate they were allowed in and not much else. marvin wasn't sure why he was still talking to him, but he at least wasn't hiding it from chase and henrik anymore. not that henrik had been too pleased, but they'd made up and that was what mattered. it had been a long time since marvin had been on speaking terms with both his brothers, and he was enjoying the temporary ceasefire. even if he now had to deal with… whatever this was. "why the fuck would you want to go back there?"

anti shrugged. his cast had long been taken off, but he was still signing pretty much one handed, and even his shrug looked lopsided. "just want to."

"that's not something people usually do, i don't think," marvin said, sipping his cola with a raised eyebrow. "visiting the sites of their trauma."

anti rolled his eyes. "no "trauma,"" he said, somehow managing to incorporate sarcastic air quotes into the sign. "i wanna burn the fucking place down again."

marvin sighed, shaking his head. "let's not do that." then he took in what anti had said. "wait, again?"

anti nodded, face unreadable. "yeah. the place mysteriously burned down a few years ago, in late 2016. the place was supposedly haunted afterwards. all very weird." he swirled his spoon through his soup, pretending not to notice marvin's expression. "very weird indeed."

"was that you?" marvin exclaimed. anti widened his eyes dramatically in mock surprise.

"i would never commit arson," anti signed sincerely. "that's illegal."

marvin frowned. "you've… you've killed people."

"i have," anti said, accidentally tossing a carrot out of his soup across the table.

a small snort escaped marvin in his shock. "last i checked, murder was illegal?"

anti looked marvin dead in the eyes. "define illegal."

the ridiculous conversation ended when marvin saw someone jogging up to their table, a huge grin on the man's face. "marvin!" cried lucas, startling anti so much he dropped his spoon and promptly began coughing wildly on his soup. "didn't think i'd see you here, much less with - hey, anti. you remember me?" he laughed. "if i had a nickel for every time i've had to drive you somewhere while you were unconscious, i'd have like, two nickels."

anti flipped him off, yanking his hood over his head and placing his forehead on the table, still coughing.

"good to see you, dude," marvin said with a small smile. he and lucas had pretty quickly become friends, despite marvin's original first impressions of him being annoying and generally frustrating. the guy was really sweet, though. he was somehow even nice to anti, who very much did not return the kindness. then, marvin had a very sudden idea. "speaking of driving anti places… can you take us downtown? we've got somewhere to visit."

anti glanced up from the table curiously, eyebrows furrowed. marvin flashed a grin at him while lucas sighed, taking off his glasses and cleaning them on his shirt.

"i… i dunno," he hesitated. "i don't think… i'm allowed. you know, considering anti's whole - his whole killing people thing. i don't think he's allowed to leave."

"i can make it so you never drive again if you want," anti signed into his soup. marvin didn't translate.

"please, lucas?" he pleaded. "you're the only guy i trust around here. and the place has been on lockdown since - so you're the only one who can take us."

no one commented on how marvin didn't say "since jackie and aaron broke into hecate and kidnapped raymond". lucas just sighed, visibly wilting. "fine," he groaned. "but you owe me, marvin, i swear to our holy god."

that was a bonus of being friends with "the chauffer of hecate" - he was able to get in and out much easier, no one even checking to see if he was harbouring a fugitive. "wow," anti signed as lucas's car slipped out the gates, amazed. "security is pretty lax. i don't know how i never broke in here before."

marvin blinked. "what?"

"nothing," anti said, grinning as he looked out the window. marvin frowned, but decided not to question anything anymore.

anti did, however, go very silent as lucas drove them up right outside the music shop. now that marvin took a closer look, it did look as though it had been on fire once. he wasn't sure how he hadn't noticed that the first couple times he was here; stress, probably. "here we are," lucas said as he stopped the car. "do you want me to wait outside until you're, uh, done?"

a single look at anti's face told marvin no. "we'll be ok," he said, thanking lucas on the way out. anti slammed the door a little too hard before marching to the front of the shop, and marvin gave the other man an awkward grin. "sorry."

"no problem," lucas smiled back. "tell chase i said hey."

marvin was about to ask why, but decided against it. instead, he followed anti, who was already pushing at the broken doors. "are you sure you wanna do this, dude?"

anti didn't bother with a response. he just kicked the doors fully open and stepped inside. the shop was still dirty and dim, a layer of debris and ash covering all the surfaces. they both stepped over it silently, shoes crunching over the mess. the two of them just stood there for a moment, thinking different thoughts.

"do you want to go see them… the room?" marvin asked. "i don't know if you would, but… yeah."

anti still stayed quiet. he was walking slowly down the aisles of broken shelves, looking around. when he got to the place where the cash register was, he paused, leaning over to grab something. when he tuned round, he was holding a dirty, off yellow scarf in his hands.

"yours?" marvin asked after a beat. anti just kept looking at it, face blank. then he sank down to the floor, staring straight ahead with unfocused eyes. marvin considered a few options before opting to plop down next to him, just a little ways away so as not to freak him out. "anti? you good?"

anti's breathing had quickened slightly, and he didn't turn to look at marvin at all. he decided to just wait until anti was ready to talk, which wasn't for another five or so minutes, when he said, "you know, i never expected to end up here again."

marvin scrunched up his face in confusion. "hey, you wanted to come here."

anti shook his head. "i know. i meant before."

marvin had no clue what he was talking about, but figured it best not to ask. anti kept going. "i don't think he knew. he can't have. it was a complete coincidence he picked this place to hold me, and that's the worst part. he didn't know what he was doing."

anti leaned back on the wall, eyes closed and holding the scarf tightly in his hands. "it's funny, isn't it," he said, a strangled laugh escaping his lips. "how much five months can change someone. i think all it did was make me angrier."

that took marvin a second to process. "five - wait, he had you in here for - for five -"

he couldn't continue. his head was suddenly spinning, trying to mentally rewind five months to the beginning of january. five months jackie had held anti here? since right after christmas? five whole months, almost half a year, he'd been sneaking off after making popcorn and dancing round the room to britney spears to go beat the shit out of their older brother. marvin was going to be sick.

anti was signing again. marvin hadn't seen what he was saying. "- fucked up. if it had been anyone, i would have said it would be you," he was saying. "really, red was the last one on my most-likely-to-be-evil list. it's amazing what a little corruption can do to someone."

marvin swallowed back bile. he felt like he was going to pass out, even sitting down, so he let his head fall to his chest and breathed, in, out, in, out. he couldn't see anti's hands anymore. "fuck," he sobbed softly. "i didn't know - i didn't -"

it was another few minutes before he could sit up again. when he did, anti was looking bored, tossing ash from the ground into the air. upon seeing marvin's face again, he rolled his eyes. "you finished?" he signed with stained black hands. black hands like jackie's. like the magic jackie had used. fuck, fuck, everything was managing to set him off today, wasn't it.

"yeah, maybe. i think. i don't know." marvin scrubbed at his face furiously with his sleeve. "fuck. i don't know."

"...ok. well, there's my cue to leave." anti got to his feet unsteadily, swaying slightly and grabbing the broken counter for support. "i came here for a pity party of my own, not to listen to you whine. see you."

"wait!" marvin pushed himself up, grabbing anti's shoulder before he fell. and that was his mistake. anti let out a strangled noise of shock and shoved marvin away, hard, almost so roughly that he fell to the floor again. they stared at each other for a moment, waiting. anti's eyes were wide with what looked like panic before he covered up and shot marvin a disgusted glare, turning on heel and racing out the shop without another word.

marvin watched him go. it seemed all he did was watch people go lately. and as anti left, marvin couldn't help the unpleasant sensation that maybe jackie had hurt anti worse than he'd let on.

-

with the end of august came a chill that forced jackets and scarves back to the front of everyone's wardrobes and caused the council to open the grit bins early and salt the streets. it was an incredibly sudden change from the heat of summer that had literally just passed several weeks ago. jackie didn't mind, though. he always preferred cold weather. he enjoyed layering up his clothes and not getting weird looks for it.

he and aaron had been at curro's for a full week now, and the hypnotism hadn't been that great. occasionally, curro would snap out of it and get scared, so jackie would have to immediately put him under again. it wasn't fun, to say the least. but jackie squashed down his disgust and guilt at watching his friend's eyes go unfocused at a simple touch and a few words. he had more important things to worry about.

"so are we finally going to see… the thing?" he said to aaron one morning while they were walking around town. they never left curro's for very long - they could be recognized, or curro might come to his senses while they weren't there to fix it - but today they were quite far from his house, next to a usually active park that was frosted over and left untouched. jackie wandered over to an abandoned swingset, flinching at how cold the chains were.

"the hecate thing? i would say so," aaron said. he sat on the swing next to jackie, yelping as his hands brushed the metal. "jesus shit, that's cold. do you know how to get into it?"

"i suppose i'll have to figure it out," jackie said. he pushed off the ground, making a crunching sound in the frost. "otherwise we broke into hecate for nothing."

"not necessarily," aaron said. "you definitely got revenge on your brother's ex. and who knows, maybe -" he flinched. "- the organization will appreciate him and change their minds about… you."

jackie snorted. "not likely. i did try and kill your, uh, leader guy."

"not my leader anymore," aaron mumbled. he turned his head away, gripping the chains tightly with white fingers. "and yeah, he seemed pretty pissed off. but hey, that raymond guy is definitely gonna think twice before cheating on anyone else, huh?"

"mm. if they keep him alive," jackie muttered skeptically. on that note, they just swung for a while, not a person in sight to judge them. it was peaceful. quiet. jackie was beginning to get used to the quiet.

"so you wanna try?" aaron eventually said, startling jackie. he stood from his seat, swinging round the centre pole to face jackie. "there's no one around here. we can go into the trees if you want."

jackie smirked. "that sounds a lot different out of context," he said, trying to hold back a laugh.

aaron made a face. "get your mind out the gutter and let's go break into a magical organization, dumbass." he stretched out a hand for jackie to take. "get up."

hand in hand, the two went into the tree, completely hidden from everyone. "are you sure this is a good idea?" jackie asked uncertainly. "if we leave a magical signature, it could be traced."

"that's why it's best that we're away from your friends place," aaron said with a grin. "they'll trace it back here and we'll be long gone. see, i do think of everything."

the worst part was that the "they" that was trying to find them could be any of multiple people. neither one of them joked about it.

jackie took a deep breath, listening to the necklace hum softly on his chest. he was painfully conscious of aaron's eyes on him as he raised his hands in the air, trying to channel his magic through his veins.

"stop watching me like that," jackie snapped, feeling his face getting hot. "i can't focus."

"sorry, sorry," aaron said, and he turned round to look into the trees. jackie felt the necklace throbbing, almost painfully. it wasn't just his face that was getting warm; it was his whole body, heating up like a radiator. his skin began to darken to a musty grey, then to a charcoal black. his breath hitched at the sight of how inhuman he suddenly looked, how inhuman he suddenly felt.

"you ok back there?" aaron asked. he turned just slightly to see what was happening. "you're taking a while to -"

and then everything seemed to explode.

at first it was outwards, ripping through the trees with thick black shadows that cut like knives, and then it pulled itself inwards, all the power collapsing back onto jackie like a star turning into a black hole. jackie cried out at the sudden pressure on his body, falling to his knees and holding his arms in the air as through he had any control. it was too much. too much. too much too much he couldn't take the power -

and then they were in the void.

"holy shit," aaron breathed. he was on the floor, or what should have been a floor but wasn't, and got to his feet shakily. both his arms were outstretched like he was worried he was going to fall. "you - you really did it, dude, you did it." he looked up, and his face fell upon seeing jackie. "shit, are you alright?"

jackie coughed, tapping the space under his nose and feeling. "'m'ok," he managed, letting aaron help him stand on trembling legs. "fuck. we did it. we did it."

"you did it," aaron corrected. "you were the one that tore a hole in hecate's defences and created a hidden hole in the fucking universe so we could get in. all i did was kidnap some magician."

that had been their plan from the beginning. jackie had read about portal paths in marvin's spellbooks, and this black void was basically his own version of that. he'd needed to get into hecate instelf to craft the other end, creating an entrance and an exit for him and aaron. kidnapping raymond had just been a distraction, and also an attempt to get on the good side of aaron's organization. which hadn't worked, but it didn't matter. they'd done the main thing, and that was what was important.

there didn't appear to be anything around. no exits or entrances. "so how do we get into hecate through this?" jackie panted, wiping his face with his sleeve and clinging to aaron's arm. the necklace was still beating fast, perfectly in time with his heart as usual. he touched it gently, breathing hard.

"it's your void thingy. you should know," aaron said. he spun in a circle, bringing jackie with him. "i can't believe it actually worked. i know it was my idea, but still. we actually have a permanent path to hecate and what is more or less a hideout should anyone come looking for us. this is - this is legitimately incredible."

jackie wasn't listening to him anymore. he was staring, wide eyed, at something he could see in the distance. or whatever distance an empty black void could have. and that was the thing; he shouldn't have been able to see anything at all, much less the shape of someone laying on the ground.

"oh fuck," aaron said, but jackie was already freeing himself from his arms and racing over to the person's side. it was a man, with curly black hair and a thick beard, and an industrial piercing through his left ear. he was wearing a black jacket and jeans, and he was very pale, chest not moving. jackie clapped his hand over his mouth and gave a short, muffled scream at the sight.

"it's a person. ohhh my god it's a person," aaron declared loudly, voice rising in pitch. "fucking - how - how, jackson, how is there a person in here? is he… hecate? did we accidentally suck him in? jackson?"

jackie couldn't move. his head was spinning with sudden memories, flashes of things he didn't remember - voices, a person, a feeling of utter terror -

"hey, what are you doing in here? this is trespassing, sir, you can't be here. what are you doing - sir, excuse me -"

"jackson?"

"i remember him," jackie blurted, his eyes blurring. he flailed his hands like they'd fallen asleep, panic suddenly rising. "i did something, i don't know what, i can't remember, but i did remember -"

he sank to the dark floor again, just staring at the unmoving man sprawled out in front of him. aaron gently placed a hand on jackie's shoulder and turned him to face him. "hey, hey, calm down. who and what do you remember? do you know this guy?"

"i don't know," jackie gasped, shaking his head. "i don't know, i don't remember -"

"how can you not remember?" aaron asked, a hint of frustration in his voice. "jackson -"

"aaron, i don't know!" jackie yelled. he buried his face in his hands. "i - i keep forgetting things, i keep hurting and i keep hearing voices that aren't mine and i don't know what's happening to me and i'm scared!"

aaron held him tightly as jackie sobbed into his shoulder, shaking violently. "it's ok, man, it's ok," he soothed softly, stroking his back gently. "an stiùiriche did say that - that the necklace could have some bad effects. i don't know what. maybe it's affecting your… memory. how long have you been forgetting things?"

"don't know," jackie said again. he sniffled, not wanting to turn round and see the man again. "i don't, it's all been such a blur. i feel like i remember him from somewhere, i have memories of him but i don't think they're mine -"

"i know things," someone said, the man, alive, tapping the side of his head. "that's one thing i'm good at. knowing things. clairvoyance, it's called." he plucked the strings of a guitar, the noise reverberating around jackie's head. "so your name's not jack?"

"jackson," said aaron, snapping jackie back to the present. he looked up and stared into aaron's soft green eyes, trying to memorize them. "you're ok, you're here with me."

he broke eye contact to glance behind jackie, then suddenly let out a shriek, pushing himself backwards with a look of shocked disgust on his face. "what?" jackie said, whipping round just in time to see the man silently stand, face void of any emotion and staring somewhere far away.

"fucking christ!" jackie cried, following aaron's lead in scrambling to his feet and stepping back away from the man. he was still pale, brown eyes dead and unfocused. he looked like a fucking zombie.

"i...hello?" jackie said uncertainly. he waved a hand in front of the man's face. without warning, the man's mouth began moving, almost robotically.

"hello," he repeated in a deadpan scottish accent. aaron made a small whimpering noise, clutching jackie's arm.

jackie took a shaky breath, his fingers absentmindedly brushing against his necklace. it was embedded even deeper in his skin now, pulsing with heat. "who," he said softly, looking the man in the eyes. "are you?"

"my name is rhudy o'donnell," he said flatly. a flicker of recognition flared in jackie's mind. someone had said that name, but was it to him?

"now, jack," said a man, his image blurred slightly like an illusion. "my name's rhudy, pronounced roo-dee, it's great to meet you. you told me you know a bit of guitar already?"

"he knew you," jackie mumbled. he suddenly lifted a hand and touched the man's face. "didn't he?"

"jackson," called aaron, sounding uncertain. "we - we should really go soon. but, uh - how did he get in here? who is he, do you remember?"

jackie stared right at the man - rhudy, strange how familiar he was - and felt his body burn, eyelids heavy like he was falling asleep.

"aaron," he said quietly. "i think we may have an advantage."

end act two - heads and tails

[estanisochoa]

Lasaña de verduras con mozzarella gratinada en salsa de tomate con albahaca. Semana vegetariana propuesta en el curro por @veg_ira jefa jefaza con su hermano de @thepowerofzanahoria , así que hemos aceptado y esta semana solo comemos vegetariano. A ver cómo lo hacemos!!! La verdad, que no se muy bien si esta bien dicho vegetariano comiendo huevos y lácteos!🤷‍♂️ si no es correcto lo edito! .os pongo un pequeño paso a paso en stories... pero vamos... verduras a la plancha, un poco de horno, he hecho salsa de tomate con cebolla, pimiento verde y ajo, caldo de verduras y albahaca. Y luego he montado, he puesto queso para gratinar y he montado el plato. Lleva lo que tenia por casa ...calabacín, pimiento rojo y berenjena. . .🤘#puescojonudooiga . . 🤕#pavernosmatao . . .🤛#resultadoDELresultante . .#euskadi #zaldibar #basquecountry .#familiar #rapidas #instagram #cooking #recipes #aove #photooftheday #picoftheday #homemadefood #Beautiful #tbt #me #Instalike #food #instafood #yummy #instagood #delicious #photography #homemade #foodforthought https://ift.tt/2JEqhkk

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Barn House, Carmen Station Cordoba

Barn House Cordoba, Carmen Station Home, Argentina Real Estate Building Project, South American Architecture Photos

Barn House in Carmen Station

25 May 2022

Architects: Arq. Ravelo Julia – South architecture workshop

Location: Carmen Station, Cordoba, Argentina, South America

Photos: Gonzalo Viramonte

Barn House, Argentina

Casa Granero is a permanent-use house, conceived for a family that enjoys gatherings, friends, farming, cooking, furniture-making and animals raising.

It pretends to be a contemporary adaptation of agricultural spaces for the collection and conservation of seeds. It uses the idea of flexible and safe space for inclement weather. Protection and production.

The main house is located between carob trees, with the purpose to live under them, freeing this way enough space for a second stage of the house, an orchard and a patio.

Inside the property there´s also an old van which is used as workshop and guest house.

In the main space, the kitchen is the gravity center of the family life. The bar/cook table is located in the direction of a huge large window that takes the full heights of the house and allows daily to contemplate and experience the existing carob trees in the property.

It pretends to be a space of gatherings and celebrations where the limits between interior and exterior are blurred under the big roof.

The house adapts the local weather that suffers from big storms. The location of the garage and the most-closed walls are south-oriented, leaving minimal but strategical openings in order to not lose the views of the carot trees and the horizon.

In the north orientation, there´s the gallery that creates a weather filter as well as a space of transition between interior and exterior.

The materiality is solved by a monolithic base of 27cm-thick brick walls, in contrast to the light roof formed by metallic profile-structural beams, which modulate the house. Metal, aluminum and glass on the other hand allow, at strategic points, the connection between the exterior and interior. The materials used in its natural finish devoid of plasters and coatings. Everything proposed is genuinely structural.

Barn House in Córdoba, Argentina – Building Information

Project Name: BARN HOUSE Architecture Office: Arq. Ravelo Julia – South architecture workshop Website: IG julia.ravelo / IG tallerdearquitecturasur Contact email: arq.ravelojulia@gmail.com Country of the Office: Argentina

Construction completion year: 2019 Constructed area: 330 sqm Location: Carmen Station, Cordoba, Argentina

Architects in Charge: Arch. Ravelo Julia Design Team: Arch. Ravelo Julia Engineering: Ing. Tissera Marcela Collaborators: / Arch., Sofía Bringas / Arch., Manuel Villafañe

Photographer: Gonzalo Viramonte

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EASY CURRO STICKS

These 15-minute churro sticks are an easy snack to make that are sure to make for a sweet dessert

Ingredients:

1 puff pastry sheet-thawed

1 cup granulated sugar

4 teaspoon ground cinnamon

1/2 cup unsalted butter, melted

3.5 ounces dark chocolate- chopped

1/2 cup heavy cream

Directions:

Preheat oven to 450 F and line cookie sheet with parchment paper (or spray with cooking spray)

Unfold the puff pastry and cut it in half (lengthwise), then cut into strips (less than 1 inch wide)

Gently transfer the strips onto baking sheets and bake 8 to 10 minutes(until golden brown)

While the churros are baking melt the butter and set aside.

Combine cinnamon and sugar and set aside.

While they are still warm, roll baked churro sticks into melted butter ( don’t soak them, just coat all the sides) then roll in the cinnamon sugar mixture. Roll and dip one stick at the time.

To make the sauce pour hot heavy cream over chopped chocolate, let it sit for one minute, then stir until smooth. (The sauce will thicken as it cools, make it right before you’re ready to serve it )

[mesitas]

Top restaurants in Santiago de Compostela

The city has many attractions, but without a doubt, one of them is its gastronomy. Do you have doubts on where to eat in Santiago de Compostela? Despite being a small city, it is full of restaurants and places to eat with charm and traditions. In Santiago there are places to eat for every type of people. There is nothing better than to watching a football game while eating the best traditional plates in all Spain. Santiago de Compostela is one of Europe’s best destinations for food lovers. With the country’s tapas culture, extraordinary cuisine and rich regional gastronomic offerings, travelers are spoilt for choice.Boanerges Market & Boamar Restaurant, by Yayo Daporta 📷 There is a unique place in Compostela that has brought the experience of most traditional Galicia’s “Plazas” and food markets or “mercados de abastos”. A menu based on food markets’ produce links the local farmers and the visitors in an adventure full of sensations. Ten different options reunited in one place invite you to taste them one by one.On the second floor we find the heirloom of this place. The Boamar Restaurant. This place, run by prestigious chef Yayo Daporta. In the menú you can find some of chef’s classics like his “cocido Gallego”, grilled mussels or “zamburiñas” and dishes created from his trips around the globe as the chili spiny spider crab and the “Arepa de vaca vieja gallega con aji amarillo”.Asador Gonzaba 📷The wind and rain on the northwest coast of Spain produces some of the best seafood and meat in the country. Gonzaba is more than a restaurant, it is a whole project in homage to Galicia. It’s not accidental that Galician cuisine can be found throughout Spain. Since 1976, the plates recreate the cuisine of our mothers and grandmothers that will most likely generate great memories. The ingredients used are from local farmers and fisher men. Their specialties are “chuletón” which they offer from veal, ox or old cow cooked on the grill.Casa Marcelo 📷Saint James’ Pilgrims from all over the world complete their pilgrimage at the monumental Cathedral of Santiago de Compostela. Casa Marcelo is adjacent to this World Heritage Site and it has been a reference for Galician avant-garde cuisine since 1999.Its founder, chef Marcelo Tejedor, rejected the Michelin star in order to redesign his restaurant in 2012. After opening the new proposal, Tejedor was awarded with a Michelin one more time.The restaurant with a menu of Spanish tapas, is perfect for sharing. The cuisine offered in this restaurant is a magnificent fusion between fresh Galician food in the Japanese culinary.O Curro da Parra 📷If you are planning to have dinner here in good company, we can guarantee that everything you try will be spectacular. An elaborate and simple cuisine with authentic flavors, with deep respect for the product is what we find behind Curro da Parra.Mesón-Restaurant O’42 📷A great option to eat good in Santiago de Compostela is the Mesón-Restaurante O’42. You can try the best dishes of traditional and homemade Galician cuisine. The dishes are prepared with the best products from the sea and the land of Galicia.You can try spectacular dishes such as chops, cod or barbecues, but you can’t leave without trying the best tapas such as squid, empanada, octopus and scallops. In addition to the menu, there are always great deals and menus at very affordable prices. Mesón O’42 is your place to have good wine. Whether you want to have some beers or sit down to enjoy traditional Galician cuisine, it is all prepared with great care.O Dezaseis 📷A classic restaurant can be found on “San Pedro Street”.  Besides the grilled octopus, this place offers a variety of dishes where the Galician product plays the most important role. The creation of the dishes invite the diner to have a different traditional food experience. This restaurant offers menu of the day where you can choose between two appetizers and two entrees, drink, dessert and a cup of coffee.

[altotales]

Brand spanking new!

Hi there! Welcome to my fresh, sparkly, new blog. For those of you who are new here, I hope you enjoy your stay, and to those of you who followed musiiki it is so lovely to see your face again. I decided to make this new page as throughout my whole fourth year at the Conservatorium, I didn’t make a single post, and it seemed wrong to reinvent a page that holds so many wonderful glimpses into my student life. As this is my first post on this page, I’ll start with a little (probably a lot let’s be real) about myself before we kick on with the life updates.

My name is Sophie, I was born and raised in Cairns, Far North Queensland, and I’ve been playing viola since 2006. I am classically trained and studied under John Curro AM MBE at the Queensland Conservatorium of Music for four years. I graduated in 2019 and - thankfully - got out of there before that thing came along (you know that virus everyone is talking about). During my school years I was a part of choirs, many string ensembles and was principal viola in my high school orchestra from grade 9 through to my senior year. I also played in community orchestras and occasionally did the odd solo gig! 

I moved to Brisbane to start my degree in 2016 and it truly has been a massive journey. Meeting John and his incredible family changed my life in more ways than any of them could know. John was a great mentor and grandfather figure to me and has revolutionised my practice techniques and my performing to a place where I never could have imagined. No, I’m not some prodigy, and I’m nowhere near as good as the top young violists in the country but he taught me how to practice efficiently and intelligently, and my improvement throughout my degree was always surging upwards. He also constantly reminded me to love music, which is something we can forget when we make a career out of our passion, but he instilled that love in me and I will always hold his wisdom and love close to my heart. John was in his eighties and was always battling health issues during our time together. He would often joke about dying and make light of it, but at the beginning of my third year, he sincerely promised me that he would hold onto life until I finished my degree. The day after my final recital he passed away. It hit all of us like a tonne of bricks. He touched thousands of peoples’ lives and truly left his mark in Australian music history. I will write more about John in future posts, and I know this post is meant to be about myself but I couldn’t not include him in this as, especially now that he’s gone I feel that he is a part of me in some way - especially as an artist. 

My time at the Conservatorium was on the whole, pretty fucking awesome (there will be some swearing in this blog, if that’s not for you, thanks for stopping by). I made so many lifelong friends and was involved in so many wonderful musical experiences from chamber ensembles, to symphony orchestras, operas, musicals, and solo performance. I was also (and am still) doing the odd Australian Youth Orchestra program and am in the Queensland Youth Symphony - the top orchestra of the Queensland Youth Orchestras (founded by John in 1966!). Over the years, I’ve managed to build myself a network to the point where I am now a core member of Deep Blue, one of Camerata’s Upbeat artists, and occasionally get booked for gigs with String Source and Four Strings. And of course, the more friends I make, the more I find myself in random independent gigs for various events.

The last musical project I insist you must all know about is my folk duo Old Semeil. Made up of myself on viola/vocals and the wonderful Gavin Cook on guitar/vocals/harmonica/banjo/whatever the fuck he feels like playing that day, we have been together for 5 years and JUST RECORDED AN ENTIRE ALBUM IN ONE WEEKEND!!!!! Well, it’s missing a few overdubs, but it’s a predominantly live album so we’re about 70-80% of the way there. This year especially, Old Semeil has become an integral part of my life, and has breathed new energy into my artistry like I never could have expected. As much as I love the classical world, the fantastic repertoire and the power of playing in an orchestra, there is something truly unique and special about creating your own music and sharing it with the world. In a future post, I will talk about my mental struggles but I will say now that Old Semeil often reminds me why I still want to pursue music and why I love it so much. I can’t wait to share our album with you all!

Finally, while music has always been my first love, my wonderful little horse is a very close second. If I’m honest, the line is a little blurred at times. I decided I would own Rockstar before he was even born. I went on my first ever horse camp at Black Mountain Hideaway at the age of 10, and fell in love with this wonderful buckskin mare Verity, who was VERY pregnant. I told Suzie - the owner of the farm and a very pivotal female warrior figure for myself as a teenager - that I would have him one day. After not buying myself literally anything (including new clothes) for the three years after he was born he was mine. I trained him myself, and he helped me through my absolute best and absolute worst times throughout high school. I had to leave him up in FNQ when I moved to Brisbane, but I am so incredibly excited to say next year, he will be moving down here and we will be together, full time once again!

If you made it this far, thank you for your time! There is so much more I could (and will) write, but I think this post gives a pretty good insight into who I am and what I love. I will try my darned best to post regularly, and hopefully keep it interesting! Also, if there is anything you would like me to write about, perhaps compare an experience of mine with yours, or share my thoughts on something you don’t want to share yourself, please pop into my ask box!

[ambientchilijefe]

Besides cooking for my family I do have a catering business called @lunchbox_rescue_hero. Today we made a pasta salad for the netball coaches at @curroacademypretoria. #mealprep #schoollunch #schoollunches #pastasalad #olives #chorizo #pasta #caterer #catering #cateringservice #beautifulcuisine #thekitchen #eatingfortheinsta #curro #follow4follow #followforfollow #likeforlike #followfollow #follower #followmeplease #follow #following #followmeplease #follow4follow #followforfollow #followfollowers #followfollow If your school is located around Pretoria and you would like some awesome food for an excursion or sports event dm us for a quote. We cater all events. (at Pretoria, South Africa) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bwr5MlDnuku/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1h74yf119ef7f

[siemprelluvia]

This week we’re talking about food! (Doesn’t it all look awesome?)

So here’s the thing about food: There’s a lot that I haven’t gotten to try yet, and a lot that I haven’t gotten pictures of yet. But that’s okay, I’m going with what I’ve got!

Food, in my opinion, is one of the best ways to represent culture. The ingredients in a dish and the methods used to prepare it can say a lot about where you’re from and what you’re accustomed to. How you serve that dish, what time of the year and what setting you eat it in, and who you serve it to can tell stories about social structure, day to day life, holidays, family... anything, really. Everything comes from context.

The context I have observed in my homestay is this: breakfast is served at 7:30, but you don’t have to eat right away. Lunch comes between 11:30 and 2pm, and that serve time depends on what you’re doing in the day. Dinner is at 7:30. You can eat early or you can eat late, but the food is ready and waiting at 7:30. Meals can be eaten individually or as a group- the only one that is consistently eaten as a group is dinner. Also, the television is on at most meals. It’s usually playing the news in the morning and a gameshow called EEG at night. At 8 pm, the telenovelas start. And Gaby loves to watch them with you as you finish your dinner.

Some recurring trends I’ve noticed are the ingredients. Avocado, mainly. Probably around half of the meals I’ve eaten have contained avocado in some way, shape, or form. Frankly, I’m thrilled. I love avocado. (Fun fact! Avocado is called plata in Peru) I’ve also noticed tons of tomatoes. Also a favorite of mine. Tomatoes get sliced up fresh and placed in salad- both cooked and fresh- or layered on sandwiches, or served up as a garnish. Tomatoes are everywhere. I see a splash of red in my food and it’s most definitely a tomato. And on the topic of tomatoes, I’ll mention ketchup- it’s sweet! Ketchup in the US is kind of a vinegary flavor that highlights the acidity of tomatoes. Here, the second ingredient is sugar. Far from being a bad flavor, sweet ketchup actually pairs great with mayonnaise- which usually has some lime juice in it!

 And now for an A-to-Z of some of the highlights of Peruvian cuisine!

 Ají de gallina: shredded chicken in a creamy yellow sauce made from yellow chilis (ají amarillo), cheese, and milk. Often served with bread or boiled potatoes, occasionally garnished with walnuts. I had this for the first time over boiled potatoes in Chincha, and it was absolutely delicious! Not at all spicy, but full of wonderful chicken, cheese, and ají flavors.

 Alfajores: crumbly sandwich cookies made of flour or cornstarch cookies filled with manjar blanco (caramel-like, similar to dulce de leche, a reduction of milk and sugar) and covered in powdered sugar. I haven’t had any Peruvian alfajores yet, but I have made them before! If you like shortbread cookies and caramel, these are the treat for you.

 Anticuchos: popular street food (and favorite of Carlos). Cuts of stew meat or beef heart marinated in vinegar and spices such as cumin, ají, and garlic that are skewered and grilled. Often served with boiled potatoes or bread. I haven’t tried any yet, but I fully intend to before I leave!

 Arroz con leche: rice pudding! My favorite iteration of this so far is arroz zambito- rice pudding kissed by the sun. It’s traditional rice pudding that is sweetened by chancaca and flavored with coconut, raisin, and aniseed. We were served arroz zambito when we went to Mundo Libre in Pachacamac. It’s a warm dessert, but the perfect end to a meal.

 Causa: a potato dish usually made as a potato cake or stuffed roll. Yellow potatoes blended with oil, lime juice, and ají amarillo are used to make a paste, which is the causa itself. The type of causa I had in Chincha was a roll stuffed with shredded chicken, served cold. An odd experience, but very good.

 Ceviche: an extremely popular seafood dish, characteristic of coastal regions such as Lima. I haven’t eaten any ceviche yet, as it is seafood, but I’ve heard it’s quite good if you enjoy fish. There are many different types of ceviche, but they are typically made from fresh raw fish that has been cured in citrus juice and spiced with ají or chili peppers.

 Chicha morada: classic Peruvian beverage made from purple corn. Made with sugar, cinnamon, and clove, and served with pretty much any meal you choose. Takes a little getting used to, but absolutely delicious! Personally, I think it pairs best with savory meals.

 Chicarrones: fried pork belly or intestines. In Peru,  it is boiled with seasoning until no water remains, then fried in its own fat. I haven’t had them yet, but they’re another popular street food and favorite of Carlos.

 Chifa: a Peruvian take on Chinese cuisine! Think of all the Chinese food you have in the United States… and make it sweeter. I’ve had Chifa one time since I’ve been here and honestly… I mostly ate the wontons. Everything was really good, but the wontons were excellent. Also, chifa tends to be served with Inca Kola!

 Churros: best found at a street cart in Parque Kennedy. There are tons of different types of curros, but my favorite are hot and filled with melted manjar blanco. S/. 2.50 in Parque Kennedy and worth every centimento.

 Cuy: guinea pig. Straight up guinea pig. Again, not something I’ve eaten yet. It’s a big food source in the Andes, but less so here on the coast. Give me a few days- I’m headed to Cusco and I’m going to try it.

 Empanadas: stuffed bread/pastry that can be baked or fried. Empanadas can have a ton of different types of fillings. I’ve had chicken and I’ve had cheese, and they’re all delicious. One curious thing about the chicken empanadas is that they nearly always have quail eggs inside with the chicken filling. It takes a little getting used to, but it’s good.

 Inca Kola: practically the national drink of Peru. Seriously. Inca Kola was made in Peru in 1935 and has since exploded throughout Latin America. The true flavor of Inca Kola is lemon verbena, but everyone tastes it slightly different. The flavor is commonly referred to as cotton candy or bubblegum. It’s definitely a drink that needs some adjusting to. After three weeks, I’ve found that Inca Kola is probably my favorite soft drink. It smells like bubblegum and tastes like… well, tastes like Inca Kola.

 Lomo saltado: beef stir fry typically served with rice. Can also be made with chicken (which I prefer). The meat is thinly sliced and fried with onions, tomatoes, soy sauce, and ají amarillo. Each time I’ve gotten any type of saltado, it also has French fries. And each time I’ve gotten saltado, it’s been delicious.

 Mazamorra morada: a popular dessert  made from purple corn and fruit. I haven’t eaten any yet, but it supposedly tastes like blackberry pie filling. It tends to be thickened with flour or corn starch and spices with cinnamon and cloves (like chicha morada) and served cold.

 Papa a la huancaína: a cold dish that consists of boiled potato slices covered in Huancaína sauce. The sauce is yellow and creamy, as its base is the ají amarillo pepper. It is often served with hard-boiled egg quarters, a black olive, lettuce leaves, and tomato slices. Typically an appetizer and not a main dish. I’ve had these potatoes several times, and each time it surprises me that they’re cold. Even so, they are by far one of the most tasty and iconic foods I’ve had here in Peru.

 Papa rellena: a type of croquette. In Peru it is a baked potato dough filled with chopped beef, onions, eggs, and whole black olives, with cumin and other spices. Once stuffed, the potato ball is deep-fried and is served with an accompanying ‘salsa criolla’ or ají sauce. We had papas rellenas for dinner a few days back, and while they were a little odd, they were pretty good. I could definitely get more behind this dish if it had slightly less black olives.

 Picarones: vaguely circular pieces of deep-fried dough. Kind of like a donut, actually, but crispy and covered in honey. Picarones are served hot from the fryer, but the honey is always cold. I’ve had street picarones and I’ve had restaurant picarones and both are delicious. I fully intend to find a recipe and attempt to make some back home.

 Pisco sour: the actual national drink of Peru. Though I am of legal drinking age here in Peru and I have had a couple of drinks in safe company, I have not tried pisco sour. I’m not sure if I will while I’m here, but I’d like to find a way to brink some pisco back to the states so I can mix up the drink for my parents. Pisco sour is a cocktail. The base liquor is pisco, which is mixed with fresh-squeezed lime juice, simple syrup, and egg whites. These ingredients are shook in a cocktail shaker with ice, then poured into a glass (sans ice) and garnished with Angostura bitters. Served straight up.

 Tejas: a dumpling-shaped sweet created in the Ica region. The filling is typically a whole walnut and manjar blanco, and the exterior is a sugar-based shell similar to fondant. There are versions of tejas that are accurately named chocotejas, as the exterior is made up of a chocolate shell instead of a sugar one. I got to try some chocotejas this past weekend when I was in Ica, and they were excellent! If I thought they could survive three more weeks and a plane ride to the US, I would have gotten some to bring home.

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“My compliments to the chef~” - Curro

Some kind of meme @pandoraspuxis

                                  “You think it’s good?” Peeta questioned with a smileslowly curling onto his lips. He’d made the pair dinner, something basicbut it was all homemade by his own hand, typically a baker he did oftendab his toes into actual cooking recipes. 

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Shitpost Rasputin is oddly fixated on the concept of food and cooking

I'm sorry, I don't make the rules (I do)

Backstory: Ana keeps mentioning random foods idly like 'man I could go for some curros right now' and Rasputin overhears and then makes a mental note because 'curros' is such a strange fucking word wtf could it POSSIBLY be

So when he's out and about with Alix + Gordon he's like 'DIRERCT ME TO THIS 'CURRO' I HAVE HEARD OF. I DESIRE 'CURRO'.' only to find out it's a baked good and immediately have the need to learn how to bake.

He hunts down recepie and then tries to make them for Ana as a surprise and it turns into a complete disaster because he was built to make weapons and not bake cookies so he physically can not NOT cause shit to blow up, so he ends up splattering stuff everywhere/burning things/spilling ingredients/etc and then Ana comes in and is like:

'... what are you doing'

'N-NOTHING.'

'sure doesn't look like nothing'

'...'

'...'

Then she laughs at him and thanks him for the effort but tells him to not try baking ever again bc he's absolutely horrible at it. He then vows, out of spite, to become the Master Baker and memorize every baking recepie known to man.

Much to the detriment of Gordon+Alix, since he always bothers them to take him to track down the recepies and uses their kitchen so that Ana can't walk in and ruin his surprises.

[breakingsomething]

Jackie for 15?

i didn't know which 15 you meant, so i chose "don't open your eyes" which has GREAT angst potential. please enjoy.

trigger warnings: blood

it hurt.

there was really no way for jackie to describe this kind of pain. it was like a throbbing sting, his face wet with blood, so harsh that he couldn't open his left eye without crying out. at least he hadn't been hurt anywhere else - the bastard he'd been fighting had bolted after jackie blinded him with his light, leaving him to slump down on this bench in agony. he hoped the woman that the guy had been harassing would be alright. she had run off too, and jackie was hurting too badly to try and go after her.

at least now he could hear curro's car pulling up in the street in front of him. jackie couldn't even manage a grin through the pain, and his friend got out of the car already cursing his name.

"jb, you fucking dumbass," curro scolded, helping jackie up and into the passenger seat. "sit here, i'll fix you up as much as i - fuck, what happened?"

"guy pulled a knife on m'face," jackie mumbled as much as he could without moving his mouth too much. "missed my eye, it's cool."

"no, jb, it is not cool!" curro said exasperatedly. "it - it's cut through your masks. i'm, uh, going to have to take them off."

jackie's face burned. he figured this would happen eventually - the day he would have to reveal his face - but he really hadn't wanted for it to be today. making a small noise, he nodded, closing his eyes and waiting to just get it over with.

curro's hands were gentle against his skin. "don't open your eyes," he murmured softly, and the mask was removed from jackie's face. he winced at the small tug against his wound. then his mouth mask was being pulled off, the warm air of the car hitting his lips. he screwed his eyes tighter shut, not wanting to see curro's expression.

there was just silence for a few minutes as the doctor fumbled in his medkit, dabbing antiseptic on his cheek and stitching it up, eventually covering it with a thin layer of what felt like vaseline and a bandage. "there we go," he eventually said, and jackie felt him pull away. he didn't open his eyes, instead wrapping his arms tighter around himself.

"j? are you alright? if it still hurts i can - ah, fuck, don't cry, jb. don't - hey, you're ok, i'm right here."

jackie turned his head away towards the window, letting out a sob and scrubbing at his face, embarrassed. "i'm fine, really, s'cool," he mumbled, his voice sounding so much clearer without the voice changer in his mask.

there was a pause. then, surprisingly, curro let out a laugh. "you are irish," he giggled, and jackie cracked his eyes open just slightly. "i thought you were, but - fuck, you are so irish."

jackie blinked, then he found himself laughing as well, sweeping his green hair out of his face behind his ears. and when curro grinned at him again before starting the car, there was no judgement on his face. nothing that showed he was going to think of jackie any differently. no sign that he cared what jackie looked like.

he couldn't have hoped for much better.

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Compositores

Giya Kancheli, Christopher Rouse, Michel Legrand, Hans Zender, Dominick Argento , Jacques Loussier, Joao Gilberto, Theo Verbey, Ivo Malec, Mario Davidovsky, Barrington Pheloung, Ben Johnston, Michael Colgrass, Schaeffer, Sven-David Sandström, Ami Maayani, John Joubert, Chou Wen-chung, Ib Norholm, René Samson, Jerry Herman, Jean Chatillon, Alfred Kunz, Thanos Mikroutsikos, Heinz Winbeck, Atli Sveinsson, Frantisek Thuri, Ivan Erob, Gagik Hovunts, Gerhson Kingsley, Thanos Mikroutsikos, Joan Guinjoan, Enrique Iturriaga.

  Directores

Maris Janssons, Andre Previn, Raymond Leppard, Jerzy Semkow, Stephen Cleobury, Michael Gielen, Simon Streatfeild, Elio Boncompagni, Werner Andreas Albert, Ján Valach, John Curro, Colin Mawby, Jacques Grimbert, Jean Perisson, Radomil Eliska, Laszlo Heltay, Reto Parolari.

  Pianistas: Jörg Demus, Paul Badura-Skoda. Dina Ugorskaja, Daniel Wayenberg, Alexander Tamir, Karen Shaw, Paola Bruni, Márta Kurtág, Dalton Baldwin, Abbey Simon, Ethella Chupryk,

Instrumentistas

Aaron Rosand, Elliot Golub, Marya Columbia, Christian Stadelmann, Jerry Horner, Yossi Gutmann, Uzi Wiesel, Vladimir Orloff, Vagram Saradjian, Anner Bylsma, Michael Grebanier, Susanne Beer, Jean Guillou, Peter Hurford, Peter Noy, Robert Kohnen, Gerd Seiffert, Richard Weiner, Norman Schweikert, Wolfgang Meyer, Alberto Ponce.

Cantantes

Jessye Norman, Hilde Zadek, Heather Harper, Rolando Panerai, Ekkehard Wlaschiha, Erika Sziklay, Margit Laszlo, Charity Sunshine Tillemann-Dick, Marcello Giordani, Felice Schiavi, Joseph Rouleau, Mira Zakai, Spiro Malas, Deborah Cook, Sanford Sylvan, Wilma Lipp, Francisco Casanova, Ann Crumb, Peter Schreier, Theo Adam, Ruth Margaret Putz, Gerald English, Grayston Burgess, Colette Lorand, Joseph Ward, Yang Yang, Helmut Froschauer, Rosemary Kuhlmann, Umberto Grilli, James Christiansen, Miguel Sierra, Art Sullivan, Alle Willis, Patxi Andión, Charlie Karp, Yann Fanch Kemener, Bob Wilber, Camilo Sesto, Eric Morena, Marie Laforet, Dick Rivers, Diahann Carroll, Alain Barriere, Marie Fredriksson.

  Directores de escena, cineastas, coreografos, etc:

  Jonathan Miller, Johannes Schaaf, Hal Prince, Franco Zeffirelli, Agnes Varda, Pieter Verhoeff, Alex Weil, Jean Claude Brisseau, Eva Kleinitz, Knut Andersen, Ennio Guarnieri, Sebastián Alarcón, Pierre Lhomme, Jukka Virtanen, Guido Levi, Alicia Alonso, Julia Farron, Stanley Donen.

  Empresarios, Musicólogos,Críticos Musicales

  Victor Hochhauser, Walter Homburger, Naomi Graffman, Peter Noy, Laura Liepins, Paul J Pelkonen, Claude Gingras, Robert Henderson, Roger Covell, Martin Bernheimer, Ferdinando Bologna, Peter Gammond, Vivian Perlis, Clive James, John Simon, Alejandro Planchart, Ferenc Bonis, Scott Timberg.

  Cine y teatro

  Bruno Ganz, Valentina Cortese, Bibi Andersson, Rutger Hauer, Peter Fonda, Sue Lyon, Anna Karina, Doris Day, Carol Channing, Albert Finney, Carol Lynley, Claudine Auger, Rip Torn, Valery Harper, Sylvia Miles, Tim Conway, Danny Aiello, Anemone, Lee Radziwill, Cameron Boyce, Katherine Helmond, Bruno Scipioni, Sylvia Kay, Peter Zander, Seymur Cassel, Muriel Pavlow, Julie Adams, John Rone, Mario Bernardo, Susan Harrison, Vladimir Etush, Wenche Kvamme, Richard Erdmann, Tom Hatten, Eduardo De Santis, Jospeh Pilato, Alessandra Panaro, Irene Sutcliffe, Barbara Perry, Jane Hayward, Lis Verhoeven, Nancy Holloway, Wendy Williams.

  Artes Visuales, Letras, diseñadores, etc.

Carlos Cruz-Diez, Peter Larkin, Emily Mason, Imre Varga, Gerd Jaeger, Luca Alinari, Michael Lyons, Mavis Pusey, Rafael Coronel, Kate Nicholson, Armando Salas, Eduardo Meissner, Gloria Zea, Toni Morrison, I.M. Pei, Karl Lagerfeld, Gloria Vanderbilt, Emanuel Ungaro, Piero Tosi, Verena Wagner-Lafferentz, Christopher ‘Kiffer’ Finzi.

  Argentina

Adelaida Negri, Jorge Pérez Tedesco, Cesar Pelli, Osvaldo Romberg, José Martínez Suarez, Eduardo Rovner, Alberto Cortez, Isabel Sarli, Andrew Graham-Yool, Mónica Galán, Ricardo Monti, Graciela Araujo, Leopoldo Brizuela, Analia Gade, Lorenzo Quinteros, Osvaldo Brandi, Santiago Bal, Thelma Tixou, Christian Bach, Beatriz Taibo, Amelita Vargas, Silvia Montanari, Patricia Shaw,  Narciso Ibañez Serrador, Lucho Avilés, Beatriz Salomon, Rodolfo Zapata, Fabio Zerpa, Cacho Castaña, Hugo Gambini, Roberto Livi, Juan Martini, Silvina Bosco, Luz Kerz, Roberto Yanés, Guillermo Cervantes Luro, Max Berliner, Malena Marechal, Antonio Caride.

Los Adioses 2019 Compositores Giya Kancheli, Christopher Rouse, Michel Legrand, Hans Zender, Dominick Argento , Jacques Loussier, Joao Gilberto, Theo Verbey, Ivo Malec, Mario Davidovsky, Barrington Pheloung, Ben Johnston, Michael Colgrass, Schaeffer, Sven-David Sandström, Ami Maayani, John Joubert, Chou Wen-chung, Ib Norholm, René Samson, Jerry Herman, Jean Chatillon, Alfred Kunz, Thanos Mikroutsikos, Heinz Winbeck, Atli Sveinsson, Frantisek Thuri, Ivan Erob, Gagik Hovunts, Gerhson Kingsley, Thanos Mikroutsikos, Joan Guinjoan, Enrique Iturriaga.

[lagacetadealmeria]

Manuel Gil, Lidia Guirado, Rebeca Ruiz, Encarna Fernández, Pablo Gutiérrez, Isabel Pérez, Carmen Sánchez y María José Barrios son los nombres de los ocho participantes en la edición de este año del XXIII Concurso de Gastronomía y en pleno han pasado a la segunda ronda, que se disputará mañana en la zona de gastronómica del Paseo de Almería, a partir de las 12 horas. Así lo ha decidido un jurado compuesto hoy por Juan Fernández (profesor de cocina) I E S Almeraya; Marisol Castillo Cano (Representante de la Asociación de Prensa de Almería); Curro Lucas (periodista gastronómico); Encarnación Ruiz López (Jefa de sala) Restaurante Alejandro con Estrella Michelin, Roquetas de Mar; y Yolanda García (Jefa de cocina) Paradise Utopían Retreats Mojácar, que también ha protagonizado una de las show cooking, junto a Joaquín Carmona, de Vintage 54.

  Hoy la elección del plato ha sido totalmente libre y solo tenía que realizarse el emplatado, si bien siempre prestando atención a ingredientes y productos propios de la tierra. Así, tortilla de patatas con salsa de higos y ajoblanco; pisto almeriense, ensalada campera, bacalaillas o pimientos tricolor rellenos de arroz han sido algunos de los platos presentados, mientras que ha destacado la originalidad de Lidia Guirado, que ha presentado cuatro elaboraciones entre las que llamaba la atención la magdalena de jamón o el volaban de pisto con caramelo de aceite y orégano.

  Será mañana cuando sean los fogones, que nunca engañan, quienes determinen qué participantes pasarán a la segunda ronda de un certamen que cada año se presenta más atractivo. El menú para mañana sí es obligatorio. Ha de ser cazuela de fideos con pintarroja o cazuela de fideos con costilla como plato principal y un postre a elegir entre torrijas o leche frita.

  Mañana el jurado estará compuesto por Juan Fernández (profesor de cocina) I. E. S Almeraya; Marisol Castillo Cano (Representante de la Asociación de Prensa de Almería); José Torrente (Profesor de cocina) I.E.S Almeraya; José Manuel Berenguer Callejón (chef) Restaurante Hanami (San José); y Mariela Pérez Bocchio (propietaria y Chef) Tu Chef Talleres.

  Los show cooking de cada día correrán a cargo de Carlo Cervilla, del Restaurante La Costa, con estrella Michelín y José Manuel Berenguer Callejón, del Restaurante Hanami. Además, habrá un taller de cocina para niños, a cargo de Grupo Caparrós.

  Los alimentos necesarios para la elaboración de los platos tanto en la fase semifinal como final serán aportados por el Centro Comercial Carrefour, mediante un cheque de 36 euros por persona y día a canjear en el mismo establecimiento. Igualmente la entidad Grupo Caparrós colaborará con el concurso aportando sus productos de temporada para su manipulación por los concursantes. La Empresa Aceite de Oliva Virgen Extra Castillo de Tabernas proporcionará su aceite para su uso en la cocina del concurso.

La Fase de Selección del XXIII Concurso de Gastronomía finaliza con pleno para la segunda ronda Manuel Gil, Lidia Guirado, Rebeca Ruiz, Encarna Fernández, Pablo Gutiérrez, Isabel Pérez, Carmen Sánchez y María José Barrios son los nombres de los ocho participantes en la edición de este año del XXIII Concurso de Gastronomía y en pleno han pasado a la segunda ronda, que se disputará mañana en la zona de gastronómica del Paseo de Almería, a partir de las 12 horas.

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