Today I am going to talk about de best place to go eat. From a little town in my country, called “Worst is nothing” a woman of great effort and perseverant emerged from poverty. Her name is Rose. She is now an old woman that remembers her past with great joy, but it is not funny. Without education and with a lot of injustice, she only counted with her excellent ability to cook. First she worked in a truckers stop cooking fast food. Then, a restaurant owner in the region asked her to job in his business. It was there where she learned many recipes most of all international recipes. Her grandmother thought her cook traditional food of the Mapuche culture, so that she could to create and do many dishes. After that she had became independent and many stories occurred, she chose to retire in a little house in the beach. She yet stills cooking but only for the people of our village. I can not say the precise place to go with her because our village does not have a formal address. I just can tell you that her dishes are the best in the world.
I always go to my beach house, often alone to rest or study and she is very maternal with me. Sometimes she looks me like a foreign who brings news of civilization. Once I said her that her cake seemed like a fractal, and she genuinely laughed not understands me at all.
2 comments:
uhmmm, me encantaria descubrir aquél lugar, siempre me han gustado las cosas rupestres, que nazcan de la mano de gente esforzada y creativa, y si se tratan de galletas, aún mejor. Y si a eso le sumamos que tenemos al litoral como paisaje de fondo, se torna aún mejor... y si pudiera le robaria la receta o bien me rapto a la señora.
Today I am going to talk about de best place to go eat. From a little town in my country, called “Worst is nothing” a woman of great effort and perseverant emerged from poverty. Her name is Rose. She is now an old woman that remembers her past with great joy, but it is not funny. Without education and with a lot of injustice, she only counted with her excellent ability to cook. First she worked in a truckers stop cooking fast food. Then, a restaurant owner in the region asked her to job in his business. It was there where she learned many recipes most of all international recipes. Her grandmother thought her WF cook traditional food of the Mapuche culture, so that she could to create and do many dishes. After that she had became independent and many stories occurred, she chose to retire in a little house in the beach. She yet stills cooking but only for the people of our village. I can not say the precise place to go with her because our village does not have a formal address. I just can tell you that her dishes are the best in the world.
I always go to my beach house, often alone to rest or study and she is very maternal with me. Sometimes she looks me like a foreign who brings news of civilization. Once I said her that her cake seemed like a fractal, and she genuinely laughed not understands me at all.
Barb,
i think i should visit this place it seems interesting plus i love food!
miss
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