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- ravioli with Parmesan herb of
- Risotto with chopped fresh vegetables
SECOND
- Cotechino our (production of our Frassinara) with mashed potatoes and
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- Prosecco and soft drinks standing buffet
- Parmigiano Reggiano shavings
- Greaves, olives, peanuts, pretzels
ANTIPASTO - Salami
typical of Parma - in oil of our production
- Small fried cake.
FIRST
- ravioli with Parmesan herb of
- Risotto with fresh chopped vegetables
SECOND
- Cotechino our (production of our Frassinara) with mashed potatoes and
Sacrae - Stewed mules with polenta
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- Tiramisu our pastry
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Sunday, November 15, 2009
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this year we planned on doing
packages Christmas with Fairtrade products and
from cooperatives of free land.
This is a great success
born in our city that will allow us to give the taste of Christmas all the principles in which
believe, cooperation, responsible consumption, environmental protection and economy
ethics
and free from crime.
Inside the package you will find a letter of congratulations
against which no doubt you will like it!
Anyone interested can book individual parcels or larger quantities
(for example, corporate gifts
) by contacting us directly.
1 Bag Free Ceci 1.85
1 Panettone Classic 7.90
a Sparkling Brut South Africa 6.30
1 Box Beatrix Great 3.10
packaging 1.20
material
Total including VAT: 23.59
2 packages free meals 2 * 1.62 = 3.34
a Red Wine Placido Rizzotto 6.90
1 Coffee arabica Tatawelo 2.95
1 Sugar Guarapo Bio 500 g 1.95
a spreadable cream Dominica 2.60
a hot chocolate classic 1.30
ciocc Table 2. Modicana 2 * 2.90 = 5.80
1 Panettone with chocolate drops 1.70
1 Morette almond 3.10
1 Box Beatrix great 3.10
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Friday, September 18, 2009
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From THE DOOR, July 2009
Chieuti and the primary school of the "theater"
... .... ... ... Thanks again to the teachers and the dean of Primary School Teacher Chieuti Michele Tartaglia, that after devoting 42 years of his professional career to children Chieuti infusing their culture and affection, and respect for teaching, this year, "retiring." The master Tartaglia our most sincere praise for everything he has managed to convey to our children and, at this point I turn to you all its graduates: - When remember to meet him greet him with this short sentence to which he takes as much: "Hello sir."
Anna Squires,
representative of the parents of the class II
Primary School Chieuti
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
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teacher Michele Dear, dear colleagues, Dean Ill.mo
I think it is easy for you, dear cousin Michael, leave the world of education after 45 years of teaching, just as it is for me, as a colleague, in taking leave of a teacher who has served remarkably well in school and community Chieuti and Serra.
For my part, but I can tell even by of our school community, there is a bit 'of regret in dismissing a teacher who appreciated the school has given so much with his continued presence and availability. But the wheel of life turns and the teacher Michele opens today a new phase that will certainly make a positive and rewarding aspects, as well as had them for so many years of teaching.
The teacher Michele began her training in San Severo Master in 1958 and in 1962 received the diploma and master took in 1967, for six years, the post of Director of the Center for Reading and the School of popular education for adults. He attended the university but without attaining a degree in Literary for only three tests. In 1973 he was appointed master role.
Master Michael was and is appreciated by pupils, parents, and of the school authority for its way of teaching and being. For our part, my dear Michele, I express the warmest and heartfelt thanks for what you gave to the school.
Your consistency in driving classes, the serenity that many times was able to loosen tense moments, your wit, your patience and example to emulate, have marked a very positive your a teacher and educator , Vicar of the Manager and head of the plexus.
I like to remember also, with sentiments of gratitude, your willingness to take positions even in non-school and, as head of the office of elementary and Plexus of Chieuti, you worked with zeal and competence in the organizational framework for coordination activities.
Dear Michael, I renew to you my own behalf, sincere and genuine gratitude for what you have done for our youth and our society. But I believe that gratitude is given by the most beautiful smile of gratitude and trust that you had from the hundreds of students and pupils who were entitled, until recently, of your skills as an educator. I also believe that in your mind is strong at the moment the consciousness of having acted in a strong and fair for the good of the community: This awareness will accompany you in your retirement hope you lots of health and more satisfaction.
Auguri.Lorena
MICHELE A
How many years have passed since the day you started!
... YET ... it seems like yesterday.
NOT 'TRUE?
OF YOUR FORMER STUDENTS HAVE HAD THE THIRD
LEVER.
YOU DO NOT YOU EVER
TIRED AND HAVE WORKED WITH PASSION.
NOW, A LITTLE 'Dolent,
you retire, and certainly not to lie.
TU, Gagliardi and STRONG, YOU CAN NOW
dedicated solely
TO YOUR SPORT.
MA, with each pedal stroke
REMEMBER THAT ALL WE HAVE LEFT.
Serracapriola, 30/06/2009
Colleagues of the Comprehensive
June 30 07/08/2009
And so it was
The noble teacher chieutino,
to come early career, but not
of his journey, was obliged to retire
Alas ... How cruel!
whole school
astonished to hear the story of that ancient
lovable
sentirem no more speech
and quiet classrooms step resonance?.
From first to fifth from fourth to second
,
through the third, furious voice
Doce, polished and cultured, with constant desire
and minds lost
always triggered a shudder ...
that nobody will raise a shudder.
Oh, how often, within the College of Teachers
His powerful voice, those skilled
ammonia
now
admonition that no one else will know more. All
and tried teaching only a bit 'of full-time team
modular
and certainly not peaceful at heart, returned to the prevalence
and still wished to try, but surely
and the indomitable
more stringent standard
decreed rest
and proud leader
unusual for beaches
now must fight him.
Bella, longed for, all waiting Pension provident
Give him a florid
Occasion With so much spending
compensation worthy of such nobility and bring
, with a firm hand
Towards new paths
never walked in vain,
on which to rejoice, enjoy and rest.
With infinite affection and esteem
Gianfranca Master - teacher
colleagues, employees, directors,
When you get to the last page of the book, close it, but it is not easy. And I thank all
'the greatest gift you could farmi.Mi feel a little' uncomfortable expressing how I feel right now. I can only say with great happiness to have practiced since childhood that I wanted. After graduation and some years of apprenticeship as a substitute teacher and in charge, having won the Master, I was at last master in all respects and I could begin the difficult "job" of an elementary school teacher.
ends today with this path in my school, but will continue my inner dialogue with you that you have been part of my extended family and many generations of pupils now mothers and fathers whose children were my students until recently, a dialogue powered the memories, feelings, moods and emotions that have accumulated over 45 years of service to the community and Chieuti Serracapriola; a dialogue of great joy but also of nostalgia that will keep me company, especially in times of loneliness and separation from work, a relationship that I hope will know no limits in time.
Chieuti elementary teacher for my students I was his friend Mr Master. But sixty years ago, Mr. or Ms. Master Teacher were true authority in that school if a student had a learning disability, or was rejected or finished right in the "differential" and no parent protested or appealed to the Director or the TAR.
I still believe in the mission school. Already familiar to kindergarten children, take them in first grade, bring them up to fifth, you see them grow, mature, become little men. The satisfaction comes from here, from the "miracle" of a school that, despite so many difficulties, continues to be the largest training agency, since the vast majority of teachers do not do this job with art, but art and to save this primary school Italian who, it appears from the OECD School, was ranked second in Europe and eighth in the world.
I look forward to being a good teacher and a valuable contributor of colleagues, staff and secretary of the different managers in that time have succeeded in our communities and that gave me confidence, having done my job with dignity and delicate spirit of sacrifice, having served dignity and the rule of being faithful to the oath, at the time pronounced, leading a life always civil, moral and professional beyond reproach.
If, in the performance of my work, I made a mistake or lightness, I will have done so in good faith, and I apologize.
Thank you very much.
Maestro Michele
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The time has passed.
The wind has changed.
Everything around me is ... changed, even the color of the shadows that, alone, projected onto the frozen ground.
are in another land, another region of Tartarus. The stories, characters and symbols left behind? Far away, too. What has changed? I've changed. As always, in Tartarus. But it also changed my life in the real world, with all the projections of the case. From the inside out. Outside to inside.
The time has passed. Winter has arrived.
The Transfiguration
tree limbs are stiff of my soul in writing. My mad rush to Tartarus never been so busy, but not the muse of writing inspired me lately. Even The style is dull, flat, very incisive. Numb and tingling, trudging my words on the blank page, supported only by the determination of my gaze. The runner ran so fast and so far far that the Word was unable to follow him. Or maybe he just needs to run, without thinking about the meaning of the motion.
What should I speak? Of Freedom. Exaltation. Madness. ....... Failure and pain, as always.
How normal is. As it should be.
change. In the very long time since the last post, things have happened incredible, unimaginable. I feel that my arrogance as a storyteller urges me to tell all, and my laziness, my insufficiency or just my tiredness will not let me do it. Or maybe just the fear of boring my reader? or myself?
In good measure, now it's too soon to talk about it.
This is perhaps only the starting block and emptiness of a quiet evening, I hope to find new blood for the above-mentioned lazy limbs. Any race, even the fastest, begins with a single step.
So I'll talk about that event that changed everything. That marked the end of an era of my life. The end of the Tree.
There once was a runner haggard and miserable, that after being lost in a meadow, a troubled, in the middle of a petrified forest by the fire found a small green glade. At the center of the clearing, a young sapling: live, green and beautiful.
was love. And light and heat flowed from the meeting of the two. It enlivens water flowed at their feet and bathes the Earth that today we call Tartarus. Runner gained strength, courage and knowledge. And at the center of the clearing grew and erse the majestic tree. After a time of torment and loneliness, began the Age of Peace. LIFE LONG SHAFT!
The trees thrive long, live in my heart a pledge of the bond between me and my wonderful and beloved girlfriend, whose amazing feats I've got to tell. A long-lived
the Tree, really. But not forever. Because one day, I managed to rip the covers of fear and denial and see the rust and decay of old age. One day I saw clearly that my beloved tree was dying. It was a dark day, a dark and cold wind swept the ground, and it seemed that all the leaves in Tartarus had become dry and dead.
I spoke with one who feeds the tree, we saw the whole truth about us and the end of that wonderful. Melt our votes and we were no longer a couple.
Contrary to expectations, it was a day of joy. After months of heavy and slow crawl of a relationship over, enjoying the freedom and lightness of being able to walk alone, without being lost but only ... left.
In the months to follow I got to suffer, even for the separation. Those summer afternoons spent in the fresh and fragrant shadow of the Tree I missed. I've got to understand the happiness of many, many small moments, so small and ordinary to be normal. Ah, that innocent madness! a treasure so great, even well known, yet so little appreciated. We knew that we would know one day, "after". And so it was.
Yet for me there is no regret. I have written so many horrible place, where I spoke of terrible things and painful. And other places in my mind wander. But this time, for once, I want to talk about something nice, although a bit 'sad.
The Glade is empty now, instead of the Tree there is' just a mound, a small mound of loose soil. Here and there, holes and depressions. And this is sad, it gives a sense of emptiness that shakes my throat, which breaks my voice, why waste something so precious is ... hard. You can get used to happiness, so much that they refuse to see that now you are not happier, but only wrapped up in an empty and dreary routine. Losing the status quo of "happily engaged" is very hard. We are conditioned to be happy, because happy people are happy. Why do people who feel they are happy people safe. They should not look into the dark corners of his soul. In a happy person, the demons are not asking for a pledge.
fools. The demons will accumulate in the dark. And wait.
But I was lucky. I've lived a love story that marked me deeply. For the better. She who feeds the tree has made me a better person, and although not the "love" more (only in the conventional sense), some of you will be with me forever.
This wealth has not forsaken me. E 'mine. I've lived. And even if it is not in my mind, I know it exists and that part still exists in me.
The Glade is empty. But even if the pain feels, even if they are vague endless plains of ice infested with demons, I know that in heaven there is a new plot of Tartarus of stars: the constellation of the Tree.
Since the tree and died, but has also transformed.
What a joy. What a life. Now the sky is obscured by dark clouds and hot but I know that somewhere in the constellation shining tree, are not entirely lost. I am a very rich man and lucky, in spite of everything I write in the post.
Next. Beyond the mountains.
Clear
I left behind me. My stay in this region of Tartarus is over. New enemies, old demons chasing me. And the cold presses. The new era is not joyful like the one that preceded it. I think I'll talk, a lot of my meat is ready to cook on the fire of the projection.
But not tonight. Now rare in this starry night, behold the sky the sign of a great love and wonderful. The constellation of the Tree.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
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Master I
I was huge in the midst of them, sitting on the chair of the tiny little bench in the first grade. This year I started them, the children of the first. And as always I'm excited. I took them still wanted my mother. Some Last year a girl was crying because she was afraid of my mustache and my natural grandeur. Start with a first is always a new adventure. For me it was the last time, since the board is here and I can not accompany them up to fifth. Among students who entered the first three or four mobile phone and computer use. After each cycle
leave them in the fifth they were kids. Five years together, every day to teach them to "read, write and count," as it was when I started being a teacher,
Now everything has changed, you are working with other colleagues who teach English, education for coexistence , set theory, computer science. But the goal remains the same: to children grow up well, because then they can walk alone and be able to make good choices.
I remember that morning of October 1, 1973. My first day as a teacher role, a second class. Hair a bit 'long sideburns, sunglasses and jeans, but I had the jacket, because a teacher had to present well. I went in, introduced myself, I spoke with the students and after half an 'hour came the panic. "Now what do I do?". I had a degree of master, I was earning a degree in humanities (I have never graduated), but no one had taught me to teach. Fortunately, I received good advice from my father, the master Giagnorio. -Children, I said, now let's make a beautiful design. And so I overcame panic and started my career. The year before I did after school, gave me a reward of 12,000 pounds, but they wanted to make points for the competition to register.
My father Matthew was not there. most had been for all of Mr. Master. I am the master and that's it, and so many guys call me for some years also by name: Mich. Now that the principals are called leaders we are called professors. But I prefer to be called maestro.E 'a difficult job, but rewarding because they educate their children, seeing them grow and become curious is the greatest thing in the world.
From the first day of service in the country where the authorities were the mayor, the marshal, the pastor, the pharmacist, the doctor was also the teacher Michele. Italian and taught math, history and geography, drawing and physical education. The children of peasants learned to read and write, then went to work in the country or emigrated to Germany. Things changed when his parents, Fiat workers or professionals, they wanted a different future for their children.
I found myself making a substitution in the last three months in a fifth class. In the end I did nothing but add up the votes, average, and three students were so inadequate and rejected. The director called me:-Do you know that if he sends them to the average three dropped out of school and go to work immediately? Rewrote judgments, not bocciai anyone.
If at the end of the year sees that three or four children are on par with some difficulty the other, can claim to have worked well. But the teacher who works alone is no longer able to teach children who are no longer those of the past. Society has changed, the parents live in anxiety and transmit it to children. -When you start with English?. This question can not reply if you teacher is unique. But now I think the school organization has some shortcomings: for 12 children before, there are four teachers.
thousand memories, a life master.
disdain for the feasts of greeting made me feel too bad and took me a piece of life I once received a gift purchased a leather belt with the savings of the students on a stand, the only gift of a career. But I that the belt 'I have always worn with pride.
Master with 41 years of service, salary of 1700 euro per month, with deductions for dependents, the other week he came to my house Maximus, one of my former student, to monitor the electrical system. Fifty € material, 700 labor, two days of work. -You know that I, to gain time, it takes me two weeks? Luigi repairing boilers took me 120 euro for half an hour of work.
As a teacher you live near the poverty line. The new teachers have a salary of 1,100 € 500 € and it takes a month to rent an apartment. And now we are also lazy! I wonder, "If it were not for school, what would become of our children? The first day of school we teach them to raise their hand before speaking. Only in this way can be heard. Nobody listens to the children of today. Already in elementary school are three or four hours a day watching TV and at the table listening to music with the iPod because both parents speak of their business.
We see in some school gates and cameras, as some teachers were assaulted and beaten by some parents. The cause? A note on the diary or a scolding.
Once the teacher was like a second father to respect that you had against him and especially for the trust. Now the parents think their children are omnipotent and unpunished, my teacher used a few times get tough and no parent dared to complain, was for the good of the students, was a "necessary act".
The boys, after the fifth , pass to the middle and even greet you. But then, as adults, come to find you to tell their problems. embarrass you when you ask:-Do you remember me?. And I'm lanky six feet. professors-I medium, say, to be forgotten, not the teacher. The satisfaction of a teacher in the performance of his work does not need to buy a new car, but are good for the heart. One of my sons one day Dad told me why you have not done .- 's hydraulic'd be rich. "
As a teacher I always tried to talk to all without ever going outside the lines and over time I upgraded my method of making it more attractive to children.
I loved my job so much. During my career I will be absent no more than thirty days. Often children relax me and the lesson time ran fast and we had fun together.
not deny that when in June will finish my career I will miss their cries, their tears, their smiles.
much good, but how bad can a teacher do to a child, just a word spoken in a tone wrong, made a reproach with a mean look, yelled out a place and everything is compromised.
I think I have left an indelible mark of love for school and never have to waste.
I had an abusive teacher in first grade unprepared and I did not understand what the teacher has to do with children on a human level, educational and social skills, how and what should not teach, what not to do for him to hate.
Perhaps those negative attitudes in the relationship with the students that first-grade teacher in the distant year of 1950 I was helpful ... I have often thanked.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
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'U cellóne from Serre
Nu chèfone mèntre fècève
‘a mèjése di pemmedóre
hè viste zumpè ndà jèrve nu vòtte.
Ce credève chè jève
‘nu cèlle chèdute dèll'albere.
Cià purtète a chèse
e ha mésse ndà chèjóle.
‘U tèmpe pèssève e ‘u vòtte stéve sèmpe
èmmèsciunète u stésse pòste.
Nu bèlle jórne ‘u chèfone hè ditte :
Cellóne mije cellóne,
tutte càntene e tu nóne!
i scénne ha pèrze pa vecchiaje
mè ‘u pizze chi cià tóte?
a farmer while he was
the fallow tomato
has seen a jump in the grass frog.
believed it was a bird fell from the tree.
I took home and put it in the cage.
Time passed and the toad was always
slumped at the same place.
One day the farmer said:
Uccellone my uccellone,
all sing and you do not!.
has lost the wings for the old
but the bill who has taken it?
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dialect poetry of G. Rico and A. Tartaglia
A 'night under the stars ..
A nuttat under 'star
p'amor d' Dij what bbell ....
Tutt in'gozij who bengarell. Vid
the ggend, tutt 'm'buat .. What
jesc'na na spassiat FARC, which already
and c 'are, are even Magnat na!
Tutt cors u er'p'pulat,
who I am, who cand, and whoever does Ballat na ...
fussn tutt 'when he accused is'rat! From a
Rrobbert Ciliberto .. Do all
negozij stay open. Val
a pen ... that's for sure!
Vecchij and ggiuvn, mezzanine à vij,
pij'nu frisck n'grazie d 'Dij, and
dic'n four strunzarie
p'cchè n'dà sti ... Serat here,
n' Putim reach, and rid
cubits crazy!
N 'FACIM p'ntenz,
of vrtim'ce cra c 'Penz! What
already t'nim ù fekt ..
Lenz Lenz!
Gudimc Season, is,
auann that seems to be scijut bbona!
Chivìtan sun and cand,
that little c 'n' all go when! Mezzanine
to vij
lies the armunij ..
Piccul, Gruss em'zzan,
prev't, sin'k, med'k, avvucat ..
everything when c 'to camm'nat fann ..
ù sturnell is f'nut s'gnurij,
d 'v'rtitv n'grazij d' Dij, and
bit 'sij everyone at home!
CZK when all c 'so stangat,
chian chian to c' r'trat know. I know I
n'gozij cchius,
f'nut the rrobb, sduvacat the tin '
ec' See me Duman matin!
G. Rico, A. Tartaglia.
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Angela Eagle arbereshe in the song of the popular tradition of Molise and Puglia. A tradition Chieuti league this song to the name of the country.