Pui cu lamaie la cuptor cu sparanghel la gratar

Jamie Oliver e totusi foaaaarte grozav. De la el am invatat sa imprietenesc puiul cu lamaie si trebuie sa recunosc ca bate la fund pana si puiul cu unt si smantana de la Radu Anton Roman.
To do: am preincalzit cuptorul la 250 de grade, maxim. Intr-o oala scunda si larga de fonta am pus 3 morcovi spalati si bucatiti mare (fara sa ii curat, coaja e sanatoasa), o ceapa de apa (salota) bucati mari, cateva rosii tot bucati mari si o capatana de usturoi desfacuta in catei cu tot cu coaja. Peste toate astea am pus puiul care era la temperatura camerei, dat cu sare si piper si care continea in burta o lamaie spalata si intepata bine cu cutitul, rozmarin intreg si putin unt. Un pic de ulei de masline, gata. Am pus constructia in cuptor si am dat imediat pe 200 de grade. A stat 2 ore, intors de 2 ori.
E moaaaleee ca untul, pana si copanele au iz de lamaie si merge bine cu sparanghel pe gratar, cu zeama de lamaie si ulei de masline.
Simple, healthy, fast, deeelicious!

Datoria implinita

Vot, jeleu de mere, Xmas pudding. Evident, in ordinea inversa a importantei. Foooood, glorious foooood!!!

"It was twenty years ago today"

"Sergeant Pepper taught the band to play
They've been going in and out of smile
But they're guaranteed to raise a smile..."

It was TEN years ago today, actually. Cam pe la ora asta, de fapt. Intr-o garsoniera prin fundul Drumului Taberei, cu vin rosu, ciocolata si Christine vazut in fund pe podea, la laptop.

Si, cum imi umbla prin cap numai Sergentul Pepper, as vrea sa-i las tot pe Beatles sa cante ce mai am eu de zis pentru azi:

When I get older losing my hair
Many years from now,
Will you still be sending me a valentine,
Birthday greeting, bottle of wine.
If I'd been out till quarter to three,
Would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty four?

You'll be older too,
Ah, and if you say the word,
I could stay with you.

I could be handy mending a fuse
When your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fire side,
Sunday mornings, go for a ride.
Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty four?
..................

Te iubesc, ma! Really, really!!