I used to say gastronomic astonomy. Although the writer of genius Vázquez Montalbán showed me that I am opposed to Gastronomos, there are few furniture that I love as much as the table. You have to give the machine that moves your head. Eat and drink. A sidrero puts it in his bottles: “Drink and give to drink.” On our table you learn a lot about eating and drinking, especially me.

Moko=McIntosh, apple According to today's oenologists, Moko is the best cider apple. Ask the sidreros... I've learned at our table: once I didn't bring any apple and McIntosh came a train full of apples. What's yours! Since then, there have been no shortage of Makina variant trees in domestic manzanales. Mac is McIntosh, and Apple is the apple.

As has been taught, I have gone very far from the hand of the University of Sidra. Italy. There, too, cider is made, but to the north, little and sweet. Some wanted to drink of a Basque type, but instead of bringing it from the outside, we have filled the cart with enough courage for them to do so. Atlantic Culture towards the Mediterranean, Genzano and Casaprota. Learn about growing oil and viticulture and teach about cider. The cider culture has been welcomed, but then the cider had to be done. No apples, no riots, nothing, no shame. We began with the work of filling two Bordelese barrels, eager and in public works. The capital is called Eroma, not Rome that we say. The apple tree to the terrible market that feeds Eroma; of the apple variety, Granny Smith was founded in Australia and bought 704 kilos, 51 boxes, 60 units each, 3,060 apples. Because there was no failure, we had to touch apples by hand, cut sticks and stones to give four sticks to each grain. 12.240 hits. Paleowine. It was a stone, a feast of ours. And the party brings it all: that the people's grandmothers and grandparents bring an old apple that has been collected in some houses (citriola very blocks), that the chief veterinarian of the FAO and a carabiniere leave their tools, that the mayor of the locality gives away his lagar, that twenty volunteers die in an unknown job... A great world has been built around the new Italian cider: the grandmother sardine and sicilian, fine Romanians of strict sense, the hippies and the okupas eromanos, the American lords of Basque surnames “almost indians”, the French barricas, the translation of the Basque... Everybody working, Italian, but working. And how good work is! A famous Colombian writer named Abu de los Gamboa showed his son, in ecstasy, the most Basque he has ever done in his life, moved by work.

Stone eroma = rhinestones.