-Passss, - With a slight touch on the back the Isidrin had filled the glass of cider with the correct amount to give that only drink that says the tradition of cider drinkers, and that I get into skimpTwo drinks.But how good the sidrina is in.
Montse and I were giving a good account of a fabada and some torks with minced.Montse talking to Marisa who has taken a break and a SIN is taken.I see/I hear Malaysia's career, although I really saw it in the morning, but I want Montse to see the spectacular Petrov's car espachurrás against the ground and staying the pilot literally with the steering wheel in his hands, which Mortadelo drawing.
-Have I told you about the cider?- Marisa smiles, again? You should think.
I love to tell anecdotes, so without further delay and before they tell me that I really tell her whenever I drink cider, I start.
-This was about ten years ago, at the beginning of September.I had commissioned my brother -in -law a box of Gipuzkoan cider, which I have always loved, and that it is not necessary to scan as much as the Asturian.The fact is that he brought them to me and as it was the 12 bottles to the upper part of the kitchen/pantry, overturned in a bottle rack.A few days later I debuted (and not in Brodway precisely) so there are the bottles, forgotten, and with the certainty that I would never drink them.
Some years passed, 3 or 4, and here I was one day that I was having dinner my sad lettuce and lettuce salad, with my sad Franfur sausages, with my sad 40 grams of bread, and my sad life.Then it was heard:
-Pump, Pop, Pumb, Pop, Pumb ... Pumb, Pumb ... PSSSSSSSSSSSSS -And I saw that the closet door/pantry opened slowly.Indeed, the cider had died bored of the wait, and the corks had all jumped at once.I got up, picked up, cleaned, and kept having dinner, without smiling, or crying.
There were only two or three left that had the same destination as their companions in the trash.
Yes, I know, it's not one of my best anecdotes, but I had remembered at that time.Marisa looked at me smiling, Alonso hit the child, Montse looked at me delighted (what love does).
-Passss- Other pair of drinks, how good the Sidrina, and how well enters, mother of beautiful love, and how good the fabada, and the Tortos… .- PSSSS.