A classic Madrid radio announcement sang: “The Fernández are very friendly.” They wanted to sing it when the arguiñano came out, although the verse was discouraged from syllables. If I do not decide this article out there, it is because kindness is a virtue that falls short in your case. Friendly it can be a waiter or a bus driver, but it is not an adjective that we would place a father or an intimate friend. The sympathy of the nearby people is made of another substance, and the Spaniards have such a familiar relationship that it costs a lot to qualify. that we take it for granted and known and laugh at him before he tells them. And we don’t get tired of him. Neither he of us, which is the strangest thing about everything.
It was Karlos Arguiñano El Hormiguero With his son, if not because he is bigger than his father. The visit is part of a long breath strategy that seeks to prepare the Spanish people for. The king said in the program that has rope for a while, but last night it was clear that it was a way of speaking. His Majesty Don Karlos has already appointed heir, and although it will not be easy for Arguiñano II to fill the entire arguiñano hole – no one could – it is shown that the prince has a hanger, tricks, disposition and training to take care of the inheritance.
It is not, as the most petty will think, to leave the boy placed in the family business, but to inaugurate a dynasty, not to consent that Spain falls into a vulgar Republic of Pijos chefs that speak half in English, say words like locate y emulsionand they never tell one of those jokes that would cause the cancellation and ruin of anyone who is not born arguiñano. So far we could arrive. Since Arguiñano Devino Arguiñano, his family has a responsibility with the Spaniards, who have become accustomed to rich, rich and based, and that is why he has prepared us to Joseba, who tells the same jokes as his father and laughs with the same desire.
In an increasingly plasticized and self -conscious world, of naturalness an art. “The bad thing is to fall ill; the other is sewing and singing,” Karlos said. The other is work and life in general. Living and working are simple things for them. You get to it and go out. They tell him and I almost believe it. They drive with such joy and so much carelessness for a sense of ridicule that they do not know or feel, that make it look as easy as they say. And it is not. “Joseba is much better chef than me, but I have a lot of jeta,” he said, and there he refined a little more. The arguiñano have a jeta, but in the best sense. They are a pair of shameless with a huge talent to fill the screen and fall well to the most avinagraduate viewer: they throw a little pepper, a touch of sugar, and come, to eat.
In the first three minutes of interview, since Pablo Motos presented them to the first advertisement block, I counted eight jokes. They came out in a submachine gun. Karlos planted at the table a basket of eggs from his Araucanian chickens and said: “I have brought you eggs, which I see that you are lazy with them.” And from there, no occasion was missing. No one can do that without being despised by Rancio, Soaz, Sexist or Simple Gañán. Only arguiñano can because they have the inviolability of the kings, because they are a monarchy.
And what you learn with them. In half an hour he gave us to learn how to surf with large and small waves, to fall from the table, to transport hives of bees, to remove honey from the honeycombs, to roast a good piglet (two and a half hours to 200 degrees, with the skin up) and to fish chipirones. “I am the most standing,” said Karlos, who has six other children, and also taught us to do them, because he is good, one behind the other. The maximums of wisdom were not missing. Here I quote two: “No one has entered a hospital for taking olive oil” and “The pig has saved more lives than penicillin.” When the pig was summoned, the trope was invoked that everything is eaten from that animal. “Less eggs,” said Arguiñano Father. Because an arguion cannot stop apostating something about eggs. It would be disappointing to let it pass.
At another stage of the program (the motorcycle, I say, not that of the chef), they would surely have cooking with some trap, but El Hormiguero He is almost 20 years old and is no longer that three -track circus where the guests hung from the ceiling. But the verbal activity of Karlos and Joseba remembered for a moment to those youthful times. They did not fish or surf live, although it seemed that yes. Despite how much they can fatigue us their deployment of vitality, the arguiñano showed that everything is contingent, but they are necessary in a picajosa and murky Spain, that it would not be so much if it would be more comfortable and without so many looks, as they laugh.
