Christmas is coming and with it comes many stories, memories, lights, stories and joys. Christmas makes us more sensitive, more nostalgic and loving and of course, many more children. For each Christmas, the little he looked forward your gifts, unable to sleep, wake up a little bit.
It is a wonderful place to connect more with our children, tell our childhood adventures, our memories and even the antics of those golden years time. It is a great time to fill them with beautiful stories, Christmas stories.
As well, we have thousands of stories to tell. They are the best known, which are generally preferred, but other, as adorable as the first but not so popular.
Today I share with you one of those stories that they could tell their children. You will see both the will enjoy.
Cook Christmas
This is the story of a chef should prepare a delicious Christmas dinner. He had worked so hard during the preceding months was abandoned by inspiration precisely in the most important time of the year. He spent the day thinking and devising Christmas menus, none of them managed to satisfy. So Christmas Eve came and he was an orphan of ideas.
I was so tired that he could sleep and fell asleep on the kitchen table, surrounded by books and notebooks of recipes. He was turned into a fat Santa Claus with his bulging sack over his shoulder, and traveling aboard a beautiful sleigh gliding silently through the snow to the sound of a sweet tinkling of bells. He knows the place where he was going, but I sensed that the sled knew his destiny. Because I must say that the car carrying him was not pulled by deer or reindeer, but only moved guided by an invisible force.
Upon completion of the trip, the sledge stopped at a rustic cottage in the woods, whose fire escape immaculate and warm white smoke. He knocked on the door and it opened at once, and no one appeared behind her. He entered the house and found a beautiful lounge decorated with Christmas touches provoked in him a deep and coziness.
A small fir him winking beside the roaring fire, whose logs crackled and lit the room with their flames, and hanging beautifully colored socks, waiting to be filled with gifts. In the center of the room, a cozy table, beautifully arranged and lit candles, expected to be covered delicacies. There was no one around, and yet he was accompanied by unseen presences he perceived, even without seeing them. He put the bag on the floor and started to open it. He knows what could hold for a moment and felt his heart beat faster. He sat in an overstuffed chair by the fireplace and with trembling hands began to extract the contents.
The first to appear was a beautiful tureen with a comforting cream soup made with a whole chicken, garnished with tiny dice of your breast. He lifted the lid and a wave of aroma filled steam fogged his glasses. Then, a golden liquid and almost made baked Camembert with aromas of garlic and white wine, accompanied by crusty bread made his mouth filled with water. He buried his nose in it and laid it on the table.
His third finding was a leg of pork stuffed with prunes and smoked bacon that was accompanied by a myriad of dishes, each more tasty: creamy mashed flavored potato with garlic oil and mustard, pickles and irresistible chutneys, applesauce apple vinegar and honey ... heavenly! He ordered the huge fountain in the center of the table and drew intense aromas that symphony of culinary contrasts offered.
In a corner of the room, he noticed a coffee table ready for desserts and there placed a crispy strudel apple and walnuts and a spectacular Anguilla Marzipan a dulcera glass that housed a delicious compote Christmas Porto and an unusual ice cream shortbread. I could hardly believe what was happening, he was overcome with emotion. The menu was ending and knew it was time to leave that warm house, to let its residents enjoy in the privacy of the delicious food that had brought in his sack. He thought it would cool the dishes if I did not soon, but realized that heat, material and spiritual, that filled every corner of the room would be responsible for keeping them at the right temperature.
As a final touch to your visit, filled socks fireplace with marzipan, polvorones and nougat, which certainly would delight children ... and fewer children. He was awakened by the bubbling broth had left on fire and threatened to overflow the pot. It was at dawn, but still had time to get down to work and prepare the menu of the cottage in the forest. The invisible force guiding the sled was nothing but love the cook felt by the world of cooking.
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