When the United States in my son's house, one of the things that amuses me is to take over the management of the kitchen, with great relief that my daughter, instead of cooking you prefer to be with my grandchildren or treat the beds of their garden. I take a car and go to one of these huge supermarket KA Indiana that are not far away. Is there really to lose, it takes days for orientation and to know a sure where to look things up. Everything you can find fresh or cooked and frozen or vacuum-packed and presented in a hundred different ways. I begin the enormous area of \u200b\u200bvegetables where there is vermente everything from pumpkins to radishes, fresh and always kept under a pulvuscolo water that increases the appearance of freshly picked. The counter in the meat and fish will be about twenty feet long, the area of \u200b\u200bthe bread oven and has the same view where you can take all kinds of freshly baked bread. For milk is really embarrassing, dozens of types of milk packs a gallon, there is to do a search to find what seems the most fair. Filled the truck, I was one day going through the frozen area that had always snubbed, heading towards the speakers, when my eye fell casually on a package that struck me the photo bellazza a leg of roast chicken. It was so inviting that I decided to throw in the cart. I arrived home after putting in place everything that I bought, I took this box with the thigh and, with particular attention to be situated in a coscietta opened it carefully vacuum packed. First disappointment was the mid-thigh depicted on the picture. "How to cook it?" I went to ask my daughter "I do not know, try to put it in the oven." That 's what I have done it after thawing. But here is another surprise, it was still hard as before. I tried to take a bite but I did wrong to the teeth.
Then threw it into boiling water and let it boil for a long time '. But it was nothing, now remained an object of a color between gray and brown, completely inedible. So I took what was a chicken leg, I took her in the garage, put a wheel under the car heavier and doing idietro forward and we spent over a dozen times. Finally it was flat and it seemed to me an object worthy of attention. In garage all Americans have a working angle with the equipment for woodwork. So I took a piece of wood, painted it in ivory, we glued on the leg that was now become quite an informal painting and covered with a transparent varnish. When it was dried properly put it in a setting of natural wood el'appesi the entrance of the house. The KA I signed the name of the supermarket, but who asked me the name of the left believe that maybe it was an 'early work by Karl Appel, the famous Dutch painter informal recently passed away.
Word spread and many came specially to see it.
So that the house was filled with so many chickens in admiration of the famous work of Appel.
EM
