Hello, I am Brontolin: a traditional remedy, a homeopathic but generally not well tested, which gives relief in case of unexpressed anger. As inaugural
invective will choose one of my complaints historical, with whom I teased pleasantly bartenders and barmaids: NO to the horrible frozen croissants, cooked with misplaced pride in the home oven in the bar!
Even if they are not raw or charred, or present themselves to the jaw like a slimy blob outside and sticky inside, that is when they are cooked to perfection and let it cool down for good, are always the doubts of the horrible things industrial ingredients, poor taste, sad texture and aroma approved. And if you do anything
rouged with the names of three pie pastry or other noble and well-advertised brands: the awkward facade from an old furnace always megaimpianto country lies in the suburbs, those that infect entire blocks with a perpetual stagnation Steam sweet.
If in a moment of unconsciousness choose the stuffed, you can bet that it is a mixture of emulsifiers, flavorings, preservatives and other matters with which the power is well known that c'entrino.
If forced by a low blood sugar and in the absence of better alternatives, choose one of those empty, hope, first, that do not contain "vegetable" and less "hydrogenated", then avoid thinking, take a deep breath and chewed with serenity, then look at the bartender, and report it would be nice one day into his bar and enjoy a pastry made of flour, sugar, eggs, butter and yeast, cooked in a wood oven at the bakery and delivered daily or pastry nearest you, instead of the bundle is kept together by chemical bonding of the business and transported hundreds of miles along with thousands of cute twins in refrigerated trucks!
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