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aaah jeg skal hjem og smage paa guleroedder. Og moede ligesindede som osse kan smage saebe i dem.

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Leoparddrengen said…
Øh... jeg synes ikke lige jeg plejer at kunne smage sæbe? Skulle det være noget specielt ved danske g-rødder, eller hur?
Tuesday, June 30, 2009 at 10:26:00 PM GMT+2
kyllyan said…
@leo:
Hej =).
Nej, det er det ikke. Det er jo heller ikke saadan at de smager af saebe. Der kan vaere *nuancer* af saebe som er med til at skabe en smagsoplevelse og som, hvis det er overvaeldende, ikke er saa godt. Paa samme maade som chokolade kan ha' baer-nuancer eller en vin kan ha' tobak og laeder-nuancer. Det er noget jeg er helt vild med. Altsaa dufte og smage og den teoretiske del af det. Og jeg er helt pjattet med at der er andre som gaar saa meget op i det =). Det goer mig glad.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009 at 9:46:00 AM GMT+2
Leoparddrengen said…
Dér ville jeg bare have troet der var flere ligesindede i Italien? Hvor jeg da synes de fleste grøntsager smager af mere? (Måske ikke lige gulerødder.)
Wednesday, July 1, 2009 at 3:36:00 PM GMT+2
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