There are some days where nothing goes. Everybody has those days where I'm sure. So you know what I mean.
Today was apparently another "that day". A distinction Day, to put it short. Why was it and why, does not matter - not, fortunately, for contractual the evening he live in my : The Red Snapper.
A fine specimen, which would be taken home. And from then on was the plight of the river back up the mountain again, and I decided the piece of dead fish in my hand, let me not be beaten by their own self-pity, but at least the day to worship in the evening. 
Step One: Assemble the kit. The race went next to the fish two halved tomatoes, a clove of garlic defoliated, a two-part onion and some Mediterranean Herb branches from the garden. To make things simple it all came to a miraculous way in the oven preheated olivengeölte form. Now 10 minutes at full throttle! Meanwhile, I took care of the remaining residual wine (red goes anyway so not ideal for fish ...)! Towards the end of the cooking time of the electric fry briefly took the action.
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crisp salad rounded out the Snapper dish. And so like the whole day, had the evening by a light pink wine glasses seen some lost any of his frustration potential. What I take with me an important lesson: Never write off the day before you have to know him too low. In this sense, cheers!
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