I hate not being able to dine at home, because I hate hate hate sandwiches almost as much pasta that I've often heard to describe as "bread with something." Not being able to eat in my cozy kitchen with yellow walls with huge windows and then not wanting to go for sandwiches in the bar next to the library where everyone calls me "dear" I gave in and decided to take the schiscetta from home. The first time was terrible. I prepared my lunch (spelled, zucchini and fontina) drinking mug of coffee and I thought the 10 "because" God why? Were relatively good, because push me to do this? Why do I want to make as all the others? As those 13 to open a bag and travel, spreading a tablecloth size paper towel time, baste a feast fit for a king? I am a better person. "I have suffered, I admit, I hesitated, I felt uncomfortable, but now everything is different.
Now that the their party (for three days!) I feel I can say, "You guys are always the best, sorry." Why eat something that is not a sandwich at lunch is STU PEN DO, gives you the feeling of being a better person, adult, worrying about yourself, to have reached another level of awareness. Sure, maybe, here, to limit the content, the smells, the proportions, avoiding some specific foods that will almost certainly be sandwiched between a tooth and the other in the mouth mircoscopici spaces would not be a bad idea, but on this I decided to quit one eye, because I'm also seriously considering the possibility of taking the next solution: brush work.
But the guys at the coffee machine, do not ever take it.
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