Reflection of Monday ... when the desire to work decided to get a long weekend .... 
Quando mia mamma faceva il polpettone a me liked very much "help". I remember one day because "I was big," he said I could help her mix the ground meat with egg, so let me stand on a chair and eventually dominate the ugly green marble counter that dominated our Nepalese cuisine. And while I enjoyed the hands smaciullare meat mixed with eggs and slimy mucous filament created qeul I announced that I wanted to make a great butcher. My mom had tried to suggest a the cook so mean? In the thin hope of having a daughter with aspirations if not in principle at least more 'consistent. But I said no VOELVO DO THE BUTCHER ... Now, I do not know if that was the time when my mom heads' that her daughter was "different", but probably the epiphany had come years earlier! After more 'than 15 years I find myself perched on a stool smaciullare human flesh with two sharp scalpel: the mucus and the endometrium make the blood sticky ... In 15 years I have gained the use of the scalpel and the ugly green marble counter and 'aseptic metal hood. But this time I will not have the satisfaction of eating what I prepare ... shortage of potatoes. Perhaps if I had aspired to do at this time I was a dancer and who knows tissue 'instead of having a counter on the third floor of the building had a chassis homonymity Montecitorio ...
Quando mia mamma faceva il polpettone a me liked very much "help". I remember one day because "I was big," he said I could help her mix the ground meat with egg, so let me stand on a chair and eventually dominate the ugly green marble counter that dominated our Nepalese cuisine. And while I enjoyed the hands smaciullare meat mixed with eggs and slimy mucous filament created qeul I announced that I wanted to make a great butcher. My mom had tried to suggest a the cook so mean? In the thin hope of having a daughter with aspirations if not in principle at least more 'consistent. But I said no VOELVO DO THE BUTCHER ... Now, I do not know if that was the time when my mom heads' that her daughter was "different", but probably the epiphany had come years earlier! After more 'than 15 years I find myself perched on a stool smaciullare human flesh with two sharp scalpel: the mucus and the endometrium make the blood sticky ... In 15 years I have gained the use of the scalpel and the ugly green marble counter and 'aseptic metal hood. But this time I will not have the satisfaction of eating what I prepare ... shortage of potatoes. Perhaps if I had aspired to do at this time I was a dancer and who knows tissue 'instead of having a counter on the third floor of the building had a chassis homonymity Montecitorio ... 
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