all take Tania around, because his mother, instead of hot chocolate for a snack we always gave the cooked fruit. Good for cough, she said, and we have ended up on perplexed turarci your nose and swallow it like a medicine. Tania's house had mysteriously escaped the rampant consumerism, to the dictatorship of snacks and fruit juice industry in tetrapack. Chestnuts, apples and cherries, boiled for hours along with cinnamon and berries releasing a smell of aniseed surprise that accompanied my afternoons studying in the company of the cleverest in the class. But since what is different often generates suspicion, began to spread the rumor that contained something that made quell'infuso smarter. "It puts us in the phosphorus" said Nino. Thus, after having studied with Tania, all we took all their good grades. No one really believed that those aromatic teas made us smarter, but if in doubt ask our mothers to be disclosed preparacela mysterious recipe for a snack. Today I think that the mother of Tania, insegnadoci to appreciate those flavors and freeing the homologation of taste, we have made in a way, really clever ones.
I tried several times to reproduce the taste of cooked fruit Tania, without success.
The recipe that her mother refused to reveal to our own, remains a family secret Sepe.
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