Monday morning, I went to work with in my wallet: my kit (it's a little schoolboy, but I prefer to write with my own pen), my dictionary French- hieroglyphics, old language of moleskin (which moldy in a drawer) and my course of regular expressions, my mug Trzesniewski (unused until then), two boxes of tea (sencha and Kusmi ), a box of chocolate dipped butter shortbreads (super good!). I even took my iPod , where sound insulation would be necessary (Licensed practical and widespread - indeed, must I be a reservation of classical music).
And I found it: the human whirlwind St. Lazarus, the hungry from 10am on the first day, the heavy eyelids to 14h daily, the hunger for 15h, habits to take the names and functions colleagues to remember the mountain of information to assimilate, the anxiety of doing wrong / not understanding / not up to it, the feeling of being insignificant ... And the nostalgia of idle days, the diurnal wanderings, and so many things (be careful, I'm not complaining, I'm just nostalgic ...).
Fortunately, the team I belong to is made up of reasonable people who consider taste as an essential moment of the day. 16h break is a sacred ritual in which we can not deviate under any circumstances. Friday was around a delicious cake of kings and a teapot of tea Kusmi (my colleagues are tea lovers Kusmi, which is a good sign - there are certainly better than Kusmi, but it is especially worse).
Methinks I'll be chopping my cookies in no time.
But anyway, I like the work because it allows to have fun as you want afterwards, enjoy the weekend (a word that does not really make sense when one is unemployed), afford a beautiful coat and nice little dresses, going to lunch with Grandma cakes on Saturday (but soon, or he must stand in line, as in all Successful people), in short, to her credit card with abandon.
In addition, I discovered a wonderful bakery not too far from the office (and I do not even speak the Lafayette Gourmet).
In this winter (it's great, the snow and the frigid temperatures, you can not find? :-)) Conducive to things browned / roasted / fried Mango Mama said it was good to combat " yit hei " 热气 (Cantonese) Chinese with pears cooked in a bain-marie, in addition to his magic soup.
Pears Chinese sugar cane (bain-marie)
for 2
2 Chinese pears (it looks like it )
few pieces of sugar cane crystals (bing tang - picture here )
Cut the top of each pear horizontally to get a hat. Scoop out a little
pears, filling the cavity with one or more pieces of sugar cane.
Place pears upright in small ramekins.
Replace caps in place, then place the ramekins in water bath for half an hour, until the pears are cooked and tender.
Serve hot, with a small spoon, taking care to keep the syrup inside the pear.
NB: According to Chinese superstition (especially Cantonese), a pear will NEVER be shared by two. Three or four, yes, but never both (because in Cantonese, "share a pear" is phonetically close to "divorce").
I recognize the absurdity of the thing, but I have so integrated that prohibits mother has always been that I am unable to share a pear with someone, let alone with my chicken.
(Personal message: sorry for the delay ...)
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