#bobó

[anokaygirl]

How is it possible that your last name makes my heart stop. I’m like an alcoholic on the path to recovery. I was so proud of myself I didn’t think about you for months. And then at work someone had your last name. And now I’m here, sleepless, thinking about you. Returning my sobriety badge. Because today I’m getting drunk on memories of you.

Good night my imaginary friend

~Bobó

[wohopp]

Autumn in Our Garden

[wohopp]

Bobó & Zokni

[wohopp]

In memoriam some noname plants

[anokaygirl]

I remember how we met. It was so silly. I can't believe you spent 2 weeks near me and I didn't notice. I remember how I was calling someone else for help and you volunteered instead. When I heard your voice I was shocked and I refuse to look at you and I asked my friend who you were. You just laughed and I looked at you. And that was it you look at me and I was lost. If someone asks me what's the first thing that attracted me to you; I always say your eyes. But the truth is that I was lost as soon as I heard you laugh. But no the silly one you give everybody. I'm talking about the one that you always save for me when you found something hilarious. The kind of laugh that looked like it was coming from your tummy and used to make you throw your head back. You always used to stare at me after your laugh. You use to look away really fast just in case someone noticed. Damn, I miss that laugh. Want to know what else I miss? Those two weeks. Before I met you. Before I looked into your eyes. Before I heard you laugh. Before I dreamed about you. Before I looked at your playlist. Before I heard about your family. Before I touch you. Before I hug you. Before I hold you. Before I let you into my life. Who would have thought that those two weeks were such a blissful time.

Goodnight My Imaginary Friend (Bobó)

[szajmonsays]

#árvíz #2024 #bobó

[selfcaredicas]

BOBÓ DE TALO DE BRÓCOLIS

500g de mandioca/macaxeira/aipim cozida

200ml de leite de coco

300ml de caldo de legumes - eu fiz caseiro com mirepoix (o tal "mirepóa"), uma mistura de cenoura, cebola e aipo que leva esse nome metido a besta por ser usado pelos franceses.

1 cebola em cubos

2 dentes de alho picado

1 pimentão vermelho em tiras pequenas

1 pimentão amarelo em tiras pequenas

1 pimentão verde em tiras pequenas

2 tomates picados

2 pimentas dedo de moça picada

2 colheres de sopa de azeite

Suco de ½ limão

Sal a gosto

200g de talos de brócolis ramoso (retirar fibras externas e branquear)

Salsinha/coentro picada a gosto

1. Para começo de conversa, vamos precisar tirar toda aquela camada mais durinha e mais escura dos talos. A gente pode fazer isso com descascador de legumes, uma faca ou as duas coisas a depender do que funcionar - que foi o que eu fiz. Depois disso, com os talos já cortados e com um aspecto verde mais claro, vamos branquear: isto é, a gente deixa água ferver em uma panela e coloca os talos ali dentro, na fervura, por apenas três minutos. Além de realçar a cor do vegetal, esse processo vai tornar mais palatável ainda os nossos talos sem deixar eles ficarem moles e sem a crocância que queremos. 2. Bater a mandioca, o leite de coco e o caldo de legumes no liquidificador. Reservar 3. Refogar a cebola até ficar transparente, adicionar os pimentões e continuar refogando até amolecer um pouco. Acrescentar o alho e refogar por mais um minuto. 4. Acrescentar o tomate e continuar refogando até começar a desmanchar 5. Adicionar o creme de mandioca, a pimenta, o suco de limão e deixar cozinhando por 5 minutos para apurar. Se quiser, nesse ponto pode colocar um pouco de cúrcuma (açafrão da terra) para dar essa cor amarelada. 6. Adicionar os talos e as ervas frescas. 7. Ajustar sal à gosto

[anokaygirl]

A group of guys were playing with their Yu Gi Oh cards. You had your computer opened while you were watching the game. I crept behind you and took your laptop to play. I listened to the songs you had and heard you telling me about each one of them. I read your papers and I even went through your pictures. My teacher looked at us weird I did not understand at first. Until someone else asked if they could borrow your laptop and you refused, you claimed how personal it was. But you never said no to me. Never. Why would you do that? Why would you give me those memories? Why would you give me hope? Now I know that it probably didn’t mean anything. But it meant the world to me. Gosh, how stupid I am.

Bobó