This Wednesday at noon I was alone on the floor, in Santiago.
My cousin and I had planned to cook a stew, so while he appeared, I was peeling potatoes and carrots, peas removing from the refrigerator and preparing the beef in skillet. Or garlic or onion or any seasoning except salt. He's crazy! Might think. No, no. Is that, hidden in some dark corner of that horrible place, still had two bags of the undeniably best sauce in the world . Unfortunately there is only on sale in Germany ... so I have to go without it for longer.
After frying a bit to let the meat brown on the outside, waited for the water is warm and threw in with the carrots and peas.
I got to wait to take the potatoes watching TV. Here influenza, flu, there ... channel change, flu, change again, the flu, I will change again ... All sound and the timbres of the building! One after another. Go! Must be important, I thought ... so I got up and picked up the intercom.
- Yes?
- Poblicía!
"Hey ... yes. I opened
. Police? Will something happen?
I put the eye at the peephole. The neighbors in front had to take the intercom when I opened it, so I also became curious and opened the door a bit to look through a slit. No rose, but I started to hear noises down (I live in a first).
How strange ...
waited half a minute, there was still noise down, but no one was up, nor moved the elevator ... well I grabbed my keys, opened the door, closed his neighbors, and went to look. Was a commercial portfolio of brochures filling our mailboxes.
Poblicía ... or pobliciá, said anything less advertising!. Surely it was all part of a cunning plan to fool you opened a portal.
Of course, the dish was excellent. And the best sauce in the world was made in two minutes. Where is it, to remove hunger.
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