Sunday, February 15, 2009

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But since they live not just a hobby, yesterday I wanted challenge themselves in preparing a recipe that I found on a carnival and a book that had impressed me very much.
fried flowers, maybe roses ...
The mixture is that of frappe / chat, you'll have read a dozen these days, but instead strips that you must make three different sizes of disks, which can then be shredded as to form a corolla, and " glued together with the egg white.
If I have intrigued here's the recipe:
Ingredients: 200 gr. flour, 2 eggs, 1 egg white, salt, one (or more) jam to taste.
Procedure: Form a mound of flour and join a pinch of salt, add eggs and a tablespoon of water to form a dough and let rest for 30 minutes in a warm place.
Then spread it with a rolling pin (or Grandma Duck) to a thickness of about 1 mm. With three different sizes of round cutter cut circles of dough and other accounts for about 2 cm with a sharp knife.

Brush with egg white center discs and "paste" on each other, obviously starting from the largest.
roses Fry in deep oil 2 / 3 minutes on one side and an equal second after turning it over. After being drained dry and sprinkle with powdered sugar and put in the center of each "flower" a teaspoon of jam or marmalade.

Personally, I recommend adding a tablespoon of sugar and a liquor (rum or Witch) mixture, angora to make it more tasty. Aggiungi immagine

Thursday, February 5, 2009

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BABY BOOM-WORDS IN FREEDOM'

Today broadcast on television again "BABY BOOM" a film that I loved from the first time I saw him .... and I looked for the umpteenth time sipping literally everything, but especially the ending. I who have been forced, when I had young daughters, to catapult across the city, in the middle of traffic that often imprisoned me, and I felt suffocated by fatigue as if two hands hold me by the throat, all for navigate between office, home, grandparents and baby sitters, leading a life that seems out. Not helped before and then abandoned when the girls were 3 and 9, I closed my eyes and I have always dreamed of, to an incurable sentimentalist that I am, before the final quality. Dreaming of being able to have another dimension of life with more peace of mind, dedicating myself to the daughters ... dreaming that I can leave on a rocking chair in front of a window sill full of flowers, and hearts full of Amorites. Sorry for these "words in freedom", but I recently discovered the courage and the desire to outsource everything that I've kept inside for too long.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

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WAS A heart that ... LOVED ALL THE WALKING

Today I was at home all day, I was sick, and I saw a bit 'of television to have a little' company. On any channel girassi services were on the death of Mino Reitano. I was surprised to know the personality and the popularity of this artist who seemed mocked and forgotten by most. I do not hide that I have not seen a lot, I felt a bit 'old but to see those services, I realized that many people who have underestimated me as have been led in this by quell'ingranaggio perverse is the " print ". Journalists should always be impartial and objective at times have the power to create or destroy, or worse yet, to draw a veil of forgetting about things and people and this is not right: someone has even praised, but often have ignored and, worse, ridiculed for his exuberance. I found out today that he was an immensely good man, generous and simple addition to being a good artist, and for this reason, He was loved by the people ... And who loved him has been seen by the immense crowd of VIPs but also of ordinary people who attended the funeral. She lived her life in harmony with the love of his life, never stop loving her, and that alone would be enough to give meaning to his life. I think that doing good is the only thing that gives a purpose to our lives .... loving and being loved makes me feel good .... enough with the hypocrisy, resentments: the evil does not make sense, they poison our lives and make us miss that 'one time' precious thing we have at our disposal.
I regret only one thing: that this artist is only now that there is more we talk about it much praise, first someone will have done well but not with so much resonance. Better late than never, but these taxes should not be consequences ... and without realizing it as I watched those images a tear fell.