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... Just to have a "place to hang your hat."

Hi guys, but there is a messy period (you can tell?).
I swear ... I'll be back to post almost normally.
Maybe a little 'less but I get back from holiday in the UK ...
many things have happened, many beautiful than others, and now I have an hour for me and for you then.
I'll make good use (I hope).
Just to keep warm in the post (o). But by next week ...

almost normal.
Let 's see what happened?
Great vacation in London where I met beached whale (? Want to call so, but it is not and knows) that perhaps becomes our correspondent in London ...!

none other ... Then, finally, the legendary GUITAROMANE began to translate the recipes in French !!!!!
look a bit 'labels and see!
If I succeed, I will convince him to do the same in France.
Although I do not know where he lives.
Guity Where do you live? Finally
work, work and work that I was a bit 'undeclared but re-emerge.
E (eccezionalmente!!) The presentation of the book written by many hands (10 to be exact) presented last week.
The day before my boss says, 'Eric, there is a presentation tomorrow of a book. Can you go? "
" But Chief! It is my own, even our book! "
(and I also thanked for their contribution! And we both know what it was).
A great publishing success (?).
think that we struggled to find a publisher to die.
not made it an issue of quality of the text (magari!), but the questions were like: "how many copies they buy?"
"I take some university course?"
Finally we found a great little editor of the South (you will understand), maybe unconscious that he decided to invest in the work without asking for return !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He must make a well-deserved publicity (sorry but if you deserve it):
PHOEBUS EDITIONS Pasquale Testa, a fifty verve and culture that loves to dream and dare (mica and mica are so many say this to our book! ).
Do me a favor, go see the site, look at the faces of the staff and you will realize that we, with people like that, there is still hope.
And then, have a look to the printed books. How
personal pleasure.
There are many books you would like to buy and do not ever come out with the big publishing houses.
the presentation of the book, PAN of Naples (handsome), Pasquale presented, indeed gave us, in closing, a beautiful Video Salvatore Manzi, his art director, a guy who does wonderful things.
The video was touching and showed two young boys who were running out of focus in pure white.
Truly a masterpiece that has left us speechless.
the end, the applause was for the video, not for the book (right).
Really, if you have time and curiosity, go to rummage in his blog and see beautiful things.
PS: the proceeds of the book (if there ever was) goes to charity, of course. Also because the University Prof.
that presented in the stain to be binding on such occasions, he exclaimed, literally, "a book of work, more of a manual, even a mandatory instrument. I photocopy the following day and distributed to students and trainees "
But gosh! I bought your book I have! Why the hell do not you buy our TU? The
copy him!
I to my mother I bought it.

And then little everyday things, the girls who are lost in this long summer bell Ciccina who goes to Rome to hear Vasco, Ciccillo vomiting and not eating (maybe have a bezoar?), I am swamped with work and crazy that desperate, at times, leaves me breathless in the sense that back in the evening and I abrutisco destroyed in front of the TV.
imagine that they are also thinner than 2 (two) pounds!
Then you say that work ennobles
man ... had to do a nice weekend from Violamelanzana but maybe skip that too. Viola
Hello, see you soon!!
And finally, a bit 'broken by time, but just to keep the post (or) hot, I leave you with an invigorating and refreshing summer soup, a must-try:
zucchetta summer soup, cheese and pears.
So, to celebrate the first fruits of the Tonino verdummaro (the one when I see smiles to 32 carats).


Zucchetta summer Ingredients 800 gr. (First or last year?)
Pere Conference (pear or other summer) 400 gr.
Gruviera Dutch smoked (or such similar or better) 200 gr.
parsley.
flour 1-2 tablespoons of cornstarch.
Oil Age.
Salt and white pepper.
A beautiful white onion 200 gr. about.
Wholemeal congealed to do in pieces.
And if you like a dash of white wine, balsamic vinegar and / or a bit of vegetable stock granules.

Preparation In a pentolotta started in a little oil the chopped onion until it is almost brown, and add, if you like wine and granulated vegetable stock (otherwise skip to next step), add the zucchetta cut into chunks , add water as needed. (A glass), cover and simmer over low heat. Meanwhile
Place the cubes of bread on the grill preheated oven (say 200 °?) and cut half of the grated cheese squares and the rest. When
zucchetta starts turning good sfarsi add cornstarch to dissolve any lumps and add the chopped parsley, season with salt and pepper, adding a few minutes turn the cubes of cheese and say to yourself (you are alone in the world) that is ready to table "In
holster is the first bread (and I tell you to do?) then the soup, and finally, parsley, and grated cheese, if liked, a dash of balsamic vinegar of Caserta to Dioxin (joking, of Modena course).

In French, if you please ...

an invigorating and refreshing drink to try it:

zucchini soup, cheese and pears.

Ingredients:
- Summer Squash, 800 g (by the way, this is the first year or last?) (Translator's note: In French, we prefer to say how much it makes zucchini it's still easier, but I still do not know!)
- Pears conference (or another variety of summer), 400 g. (Translator's note: this is not possible, they are surely in the Southern Hemisphere!)
- From the Emmental Dutch smoked (or equivalent, even better equivalent), 200 g. (Translator's note: the smoky Emmenthal Dutch?? What's that thing?)
- From cornmeal Cornstarch.
- From extra virgin olive oil.
- Salt and white pepper.
- A beautiful onion about 200 g.
- Wholemeal bread into small pieces to make croutons.
- And (optional) a small base of white wine (a tear), balsamic vinegar and a pinch of vegetable broth ready.

Cut onion into small pieces. Do it barely brown with a little oil in a saucepan good. Add wine and broth or flaked salt. Then the zucchini into chunks. What you need water (one glass), cover and cook over low heat. Meanwhile, place the pieces of bread on the grill hot oven (say 200 ° F). Cut half the cheese into cubes and grate the rest. When the zucchini begins to melt, add the cornstarch, turning well to avoid making lumps. Add chopped parsley (we forgot to list the ingredients!), Adjust the seasoning, salt, pepper, turn a few more minutes, adding the cheese, and hop table.

At the bottom of the plate à soupe, on met d'abord les croutons. Ensuite the courgette. Dessus, persil et fromage rape. Éventuellement, une goutte de vinaigre de Caserta balsamique à la dioxine de Modena.

(Traduction Guitaromane.)

Greetings from Ciccillo ill.

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The flowers today are the fruits of tomorrow as well as tomorrow's children will be men and women.

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Saffron appeals to which I would respond if time is short and the work is.

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if I'm wrong I do not want, I do not have time to check.

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Posted by Saffron at 9:09 AM :
I must point out this post written by Lucia that has been reported from Veronica of "The Head in the Pot . I would not say more, I ask you only to read.

Yes you read that right, will be held June 23 World Day of pride
pedophile, this is the site of the event: ------------ (sorry, but the site does not Saffron put) is not an illegal site, does not contain pornography, Indeed these men are committed to convince their readers to act in good, of wanting to differentiate from the criminals, who makes violent acts by those who force children, the children, saying that they love them.

an interesting gallery of images, where even Santa Claus is shown as a pedophile and interesting where this picture even shows a loving priest with a boy, reveal a desire to appear completely normal or as a sexual perversion, as I know how to participate an orgy, a loving relationship between a boy and by an adult.

is not new, they are 8 years that this day exists, that this site is online, amid all the international organizations, qualcuno ha addirittura richiesto l'intervento dell' ONU, ma tutto è rimasto così comè.

Questa è la prima risposta a questa giornata:

UNA FIACCOLATA A PALERMO CONTRO LA PEDOFILIA
L’Associazione per la Mobilitazione Sociale di Palermo, chiede che vengono oscurati tutti i siti web che in qualche modo danno voce e spazio alla pedofilia. Le istituzioni prendano una ferma posizione considerando reato anche la solo promozione on line di questo turpe mercato. Un fermo “No” contro la “Giornata Internazionale dell’orgoglio pedofilo”.

La parola pedofilia a volte l'avviciniamo a un concetto astratto, bambini molestati, ma l'orrore non ci pervade to the end, but I want to inspire horror, which is strong, very strong, and I apologize for mentioning this story from the book: Predators of Children, written by Maxine Alice, Shay Cullen repeatedly nominated for Nobel Peace Prize, which since Preda 1974 through his association is at the forefront in the fight against pedophilia.

The missionary Shay Cullen is called ... the little girl, however, Rosario (with 'o' finale), Rosario Bayont to be exact. Their lives intersect in a hospital room. Rosario was hospitalized last night with extreme pain in the stomach. It has ten maybe twelve years old and live in conditions unimaginable to most of his Italian contemporaries. Although this analysis found no no serious illness and the signs are obvious signs of vaginal and anal penetration, say doctors, may not be the cause of a pain so continuously over time and can not be controlled even with powerful sedatives. The reason will be discovered only after a long and terrible agony, lasting for ten days, with the death of Rosario is being made mandatory autopsy of the rite. Thus, there emerges from the belly of the child's response to questions from the doctors for his unbearable pain: a piece of a vibrator. Piece that broke during the violence that had apparently forced a sea of \u200b\u200bthe local American base.

What say guys, bloggers, site owners can do something, we can all do something? And an answer comes to me like a distant voice, a voice that will not listen, but maybe the answer is ... no.

Let's try, we make a chain of bloggers, take this post, do not quote me, do not link me, if you believe that we can scream a NO, take it and let it take them to your friends bloggers, we are joining forces to something positive.

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I am a bit 'tired. I think I'll go back home now. The marrow of senior

Vesuvius in the mirror

It did not Forrest Gump tonight.
No, it did not own.
are easy to emotion.
One by one, many emotions, INPDAP, Ciccina making the dive and take a PADI and (right) celebrates with his sub, my daughters who send text messages who claim their right to sleep at friends .
No, it did not take his own, on Saturday.
thought, for some reason, flies to the poems of Quasimodo, the book by Sten Nadolny The discovery of slowness to Miguilin of Guimaraes Rosa, Being There, Peter Sellers last film, other thoughts .
Fly also my first trip to U.S. after 20 years that my brother / friend was there, I went to see him.
I was the last of his friends to do so. Perhaps
to express my sorrow at his absence, perhaps only out of laziness.
We've rented a pick up. And we did
from Louisiana to Florida via the Mississippi el'Alabama.
In a single day.
to say: on the road again.
including return.
In one day, including the silting up of the pick up on an endless beach of Florida.
not remember which show but we wanted to imitate silted up after 10 meters. It took the tow truck to get us out. And we
ate at Bubba Gump .
Shrimp good, portions incredible, to baskets, a few dollars.
But perhaps we could pay a hundred or a thousand dollars.
would work out OK.
Some things are priceless (sometimes the advertising do not worry), I do not know what you think.
It was a nice trip.
Then he returned to his alma mater and I to my work in Naples.
Now tell me that New Orleans is no more, good things come to pass. How
say (with the mother of Forrest): "You have to look past inside you before you go ahead .

And then a night watching TV, luckily with a good movie. Something to think
the poems of Quasimodo, the book by Sten Nadolny The discovery of slowness to Miguilin of Guimaraes Rosa, Being There, Peter Sellers last film, and other thoughts.
Good, the hunger passes.
salad and away, the evening took place.
Your doctor will be happy, fat will drop.

yet, and yet, at the end of the film a white feather flies.
Fly light.
Top.
There is a positive note.
There's something going on.
What whets your appetite.
We must go forward.
lightly.
me back my appetite.
Recipe Cat: Paccheri, chickpeas and peppers blacks.
Semplicemente geniale, delicata e colorata.
Non ho 48 ore per i ceci e, soprattutto, non ho i ceci umbri (e foschi).
Non fa niente, mi perdonerà.
Apro una buatta di ceci (bianchi o chiari?) e una di peperoni arrostiti Primavera.
Metto l’acqua sul fuoco.
Mmmmmhhhh, con i ceci qui mettiamo le fettuccelle (non che manchino i paccheri trafilati ma salvo la tradizione partenopea).
Fettuccelle NON ALL’UOVO, ben intesi.
Separo i peperoni rossi che conservo per il set e metto quelli gialli a soffriggere in olio con i ceci scolati per fare un po’ di pappetta (lo so, suona male ma è così) insieme ad aglio e peperoncino.
Scongelo due gamberi di quelli grandi e carissimi (But Cat deserves them) and throw them in pan at the end, season with salt and turned it into a single dish.
Drain al dente (and I tell you to do) and stir-fry over high heat.
Photographer and serve.
I like very much.


The lightness of Cat has been lost but anything left, he will forgive me, I'm sure. Outside
traffic goes crazy in this hellish saba on Saturday in Naples.
Now I prepare to leave for London.
Bye, See You On Monday !

photo by Glenda GlitaGrrl

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Within decided.
steel, glass and chairs.
Finally, after two years of indecision, I resolve to check the position of pension. For
time. For once. Then within
. 8.30 am.
The doors open at nine.
is full, indeed is already 'full. All males.
I sleep a little old, you know.
Row in front of the machine dispenses cards "tagliacoda" (so named, I swear).
my turn came (they are 8.45). I look indecisive
the 4 buttons.
a local pension assets, pension assets
two state agencies; 3
severance-work credit and other activities
4;
press 3 deciso e poi, meno deciso, 1 e 2.
“E no!” mi fa, deciso, il vecchietto dietro.
“Così non vale!”
“Ma, ma, ma…” balbetto, indeciso.
“No, no, li posi lì, anzi li dia a me che li passo dietro. Lei ne prende solo uno.”
“Ma non so quale è la fila giusta!” faccio io commovente.
“Allora niente. Chieda prima! Chieda! C’è lo sportello per le informazioni.”
Abbandono per andare allo sportello Informazioni e mi metto in fila mentre il vecchietto indignato si mette i bigliettini in tasca.
Alle 9,12 giungo al Signore.
Sportello blindato manco alla Banca d’Italia.
His voice comes from two stereo speakers while you (me) you have to speak into a microphone placed at a small button in front of (my).
The stentorian voice: "Well, what is it?"
I stand on tiptoe and whisper in the botton "I know my position."
"What?" He shouts, people at a time.
"I know my position." Decided to repeat aloud, spitting a bit 'into the microphone the word "position".
"Well, what position are you?"
"is what I want to know."
"no, I mean, that institution?" I'll tell
.
"Napoli 2"
? "
" Maybe she does not know that ns. Institution has two (2) offices in Naples? "
" And the venue of his body is attributable to Naples 2.
"And this is ..."
"And this is a Naples"
I'm sad to leave, ears limp.
reminds me: "Where do you live?"
ears stands on end and I can tell.
"Well, his site is here for residence Napoli 1, Naples is the second body." (I swear it's true, I'm not inventing!)
We are in an impasse.
I ask: "but the location is not computerized?"
"Sure!" he says, wounded professional pride.
"So I say to the residency, I know my position?"
"Well, sure."
"So, which door?"
surrenders: "number one."
9.30 pm, I return to queuing at the machine tagliacode (so to speak).
I attach the note No. 124 and I'm going to sit hunched. It discusses
of summer camps and the price of tomatoes, which are then Dutch tomatoes, you know, do not leave because our one month before. Greenhouse stuff that sucks, I do.
consensus I get, I make friends.
are very experienced, they come here almost every day " thus enhancing the social well beyond the Social Security Institute Mission care ... "
There is talk of zucchini, some are already good, the village.
Of course, those of Giugliano, I do. Bravo, they do.
Strawberries, no! No strawberries, I'm allergic!
OOOOHHHH, poor thing!
No, no strawberries because they are fake! All of the greenhouse, fungicides, pesticides varied, anti-mold
more ... Get out the sandwiches because they are made of 10.30. are proposed trade, decline, and I keep the frittata with lemon parsley (if you want the site).
We are beginning to share the recipe for zucchini season when he enters a bar girl.
La Ola parte inavvertita dal vecchio in prima fila a sinistra, il coro fa un OOOHHH pacato, ondeggiante, in fondo rispettoso ma meravigliato della potenza della Natura.
Quando è il mio turno mi alzo con l’aria di spolverare le briciole dai calzoni, è un problema di solidarietà con la categoria, mica altro?
Uno caccia dei tubetti di compresse e ne ingoia una azzurra.
Mah!
Forse si sta esagerando ma non lo dico.
“E’ la campionessa della bocciofila Pacognanese!” esclama un altro.
Si sta esagerando senz’altro ma comunque il tempo passa.
Il vigilante addetto agli ingressi raggiunge la ragazza e le indica l’ingresso, sottraendola ai nostri pacati commenti.
Il vecchietto riprende i tubetti e ne ingoia una bianca contro l’ipertensione.
Continuiamo a parlare di cibo e varie e, finalmente, quando stavo per dare il nome del blog, il segnacode arriva al 123.
Educato saluto e auguro di rivederci presto e mi avvio.
“Seeeeee, in paradiso…” commenta uno.
Faccio gli opportuni scongiuri ed entro.
Sportello 1, il 123 sta salutando l’impiegato, lo bacia su entrambe le guance e lo strizza in un abbraccio entusiasta.
Questo fa bene sperare ma non fa bene sperare un vecchiaccio antipatico che staziona davanti al box dello sportello 1.
E che non era tra gli astanti.
Di dove salta fuori?
Chiamo il vigilante, si volta e vaga verso lo sportello 5, the farthest.
Exit the old affectionate, but I try to get the nasty old man beat me on time, comes in and sits down.
vibrant protest.
The geezer from the inside makes a gesture as if to say "one moment and what the heck ...." The vigilante
disappeared.
What do I do? Cried a casino with the employee? Now, happy as
chattering fellow snack. And if I do
enemy (the employee)? In
body mounts an anger that I not tell you but supersedes and I am referring to years of English rule and holy patience. How
, as it is, it's up to me finally. And by
decided (and a bit 'frowning) jostle at the door the outgoing. Nothing
cabinets or drawers, just a monitor and keyboard on a desk glass, empty.
"Hello!" Exclaims happy to see me the clerk.
"hello." Chilly reply.
"What can I do for you?" Is the lick with the guilt.
"I know my position on the ransom demand made in 2003."
"Body?" I'll tell
.
"Oh, oh - me - maybe there's a complication, his body lies ...."
"I know, I know - I am sure - but I am here as a Resident," and cast the words properly.
"no, no! She did not understand, his body was commissioner in 2003. "
" so what? "
" and then you have to see if the question lies in the backlog of the dissolved body or, luckily for him, lies in the backlog of those incorporated in the Management Extraordinary Bodies Commissarial Useless and then dissolved. "
" and how is it done? "wonder, uncertain and fearful.
"we see now." Exclaims the generous employee hitting the computer.
"ah, well, well. It has been accepted. "
I relax and I almost like him. ACCEPTED!
"in short, that is accepted a receipt."
"What receipt? I spedita nel 2003! È chiaro che è stata ricevuta! 3 km doveva fare!”
“quella che sembra chiaro a lei non è scontato per noi.” Esclama il tignoso.
“insomma, posso sapere se è stata accettata cioè approvata?”
“caso mai accolta. Cosa vuole sapere la domanda o la richiesta?”
“che differenza fa?”
“la domanda, cioè l’istanza, contiene i prerequisiti per l’istituzione dell’Atto (e lo dice con la A maiuscola) cioè dell’apertura della pratica afferente alla sua gentile richiesta di valutazione che, naturalmente prescinde dal principio di accoglimento che invece attiene, più propriamente, satisfaction question asked in the reception of the interpellation to be with ... "
" Both! "
" Well, in the Acts (always with a capital), it would appear that the request came and lay the request. "
" appears, or is it? "
" is. "
" After four years? "
" After four years. "admits reluctantly.
"now what?" I say discouraged.
"and now we do a good reminder." He says cheerfully.
print a sheet with my name and writes something illegible on a pen.
"do not worry, now that I think, in a couple of months, I do know something." Jura enthusiastic.
"then call in July?"
"I said a couple of months, we are in September, better than in October, do not worry, now that I think."
I go out and discouraged with the corner of my eye I see something that flies in trash.
I had not seen before the trash. It was under the desk.
scan the user satisfaction survey and I went toward home.
Along the way I think I would cook squid stuffed with zucchini and seafood Gennarino but the first step Tonino the greengrocer's Cold alley in Santa Maria.
Gee, Zucchinelli has never seen before! Round and eighteen who are a blast!
ask what we can do and he, the teacher, answers and golden fried or stuffed with mozzarella.
AriCribbio, these retirees do not know !!!???
I have no doubt and I buy 8 upsetting all plans.
walked to the fish as I invent them.
In Naples, as you know, the rule Scapece, then that would be preserved by vinegar fried zucchini which formerly took place in a boccaccio white clay for several days.
Mr. Scapece , inventor of genius, whether invented because there were no refrigerators, and, here, was very hot, and to mitigate the smell of vinegar added, even mint.
short, the homonymous zucchini are good taste, will keep for days and magically scented. It is no small thing.
Mr. Scapece counts among his ancestors Ser escabeche appointed for the first time (even) in the Thousand and One Nights!
ideuzza The blanks are light but full of wild fennel bought the memory to make the chicken copied from ... (gosh, I can not remember who ????). Finally
blossoms triumphantly at the thought of the past month in Mexico eating fragrant Ceviche (fish and vinegar or lemon).
Here, it is made.
Arrival at the fish and within decided.
"I want a squid."
Pago, I leave and go home.

Zucchinelli stuffed with risotto scented



Ingredients for 4 people in full mental faculties:
Flora traditional parboiled rice 320 gr. (Or vialone nano etc.).

4 cloves fresh garlic, mint, fennel, parsley
balsamic vinegar 1 tablespoon white wine vinegar

2 tablespoons dry white wine ½ cup
4 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil and a little 'light vegetable broth
with a few leaves of mint and fennel or a few squid tentacle (best)
A fresh squid (cleaned from 300g) 8
Zucchinelli round
Salt and white pepper Preparation


Wash, cut a cap and drained the zucchini flesh (being careful not to break).



initiated in oil in a pan (2 tablespoons), 2 cloves of garlic and squid innards cleaned and cut into fairly small pieces over medium heat, when the squid turns white (ie loses the translucent) add the chopped zucchini pulp, fry for a while ', increase the heat and add a tablespoon of white vinegar and chopped mint and fennel.
Soften and reduce the heat, bring almost cooked by adjusting the salt.
Near the end, add a tablespoon of balsamic vinegar and a little 'of mint and fennel. Let
just sloppy.
In the pot for the risotto to cook sweet fire two cloves of crushed garlic in 3-4 tablespoons of oil (without onions? Yes, without a risotto without butter and onion, poor Allan Bay!), Then add the rice and let toast over high heat stirring often, for a couple of minutes before adding white wine vinegar and hot, continue to turn and faded.
Add the hot stock a ladle at a time, and when you are half cooked, add the chopped zucchini and calamari (we said a little 'soupy). Set aside a few pieces of tentacle for garnishing.
Switch off with the rice still crunchy, add another tablespoon of oil and a bit 'of chopped mint and fennel. Turn and cover for a couple of minutes. Try the salt if you like now is the time of the pepper.
Grease oil (just) inside and outside the Zucchinelli drained, place a mint leaf on the bottom, fill the rice and cover with very little fennel and parsley, cover and place in preheated oven at 220 ° C and ventilated in a wheel suitable for 20 minutes.



What can I say?
This time I'm happy with me. A great scent for a pleasant and delicate dish.
course you can do as a simple risotto if you do not find the round zucchini.
PS: the vegetarian version includes all the same to remove the squid (of course!) And adding a lot 'of taleggio closing of cooking rice.
If the remake, please quote me of the diners.



Ciccillo And sleeping on my socks blessed just dried in the sun and all impel them to me.

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Smoke gets in your eyes

My culinary history is rather thin, learned much from my mother cook.
course, being male, do not think that my mother put there to explain things. We felt that with my sister, but (sigh) if not just spinning.
were the days of rock & roll (stuff from the museum), the Platters (those Smoke Gets In Your Eyes , tanto per capirci), dei mangiadischi (come dire un post di Morso ;-]. Non esistevano le cuffie ma mia sorella riusciva lo stesso ad ignorarla.

[Smoke Gets in Your Eyes
They asked me how I knew
My true love was true
Oh, I of course replied
Something here inside cannot be denied

They said someday you'll find
All who love are blind
Oh, when your heart's on fire
You must realize
Smoke gets in your eyes

So I chaffed them and I gaily laughed
To think they could doubt my love
Yet today my love has flown away
I am without my love

Now laughing friends deride Tears I can not hide

Oh, I know I smile and say When a lovely flame dies


Smoke gets in your eyes Smoke gets in your eyes]

I, meanwhile, was playing soldiers (they said so) under the kitchen table. It was a pretty big table, protective, wooden floor with white marble and gray marked by daily life.
And when not in use, the marble was covered with a plastic flower tovagliaccia (horrible, but there was not much to choose from and Geneviève Lethu not exist yet).
I was hidden under them, invisible and silent until my mother forgot me, playing with the clothes pegs. They were beautiful wooden pegs steel spring (just clips).
New (old or less) lighter, the same were the American soldiers, the old, dirty and dark with lots of rain, were the Germans.
The Italians were not removed because the collective post-war did not make it possible to believe in us as a warlike people. The war are always the others, " Italian, good people."
Needless to say, let the Americans always win even if I remember, at times, acts of heroism German. Even then I tried in my small way, to be politically correct .
course from under the table I could see what my mother was doing. But I could hear and smell.
Pertanto la mia scuola si è basata sui sensi sbagliati, una specie di don Gnocchi per cuochi.
Riuscivo a sentire i movimenti, le volte che girava la salsa, quando aggiungeva qualcosa che sfrigolava, se c’era vino o no, il profumo del ragù che vira quando non spruzza più il pomodoro fuori dalla pentola ma comincia a pippeteare con lente bolle mentre cambia di colore (voi da sopra potete vedere).
Cucina tradizionale quindi e per giunta monca di un elemento fondamentale, la vista.
Non solo questo limite ma anche nelle scelte dei cibi (alimenti per me è un’asettica parolaccia) in quanto a quei tempi si mangiavano poche e ripetitive cose e ad ogni giorno corrispondeva un piatto (più o meno gradito). The satisfaction of users (we children) was minimal on Friday with pasta and beans and salt cod (now drive me crazy) and the maximum on Sunday ( Sauce, sauce, sauce). Sundays often were the desserts (we called "paste").
So I know something of pasta (spaghetti, ziti, paccheri, maltagliati etc..), Fish (anchovies, squid and cod various preserved), meat and vegetables, rice only one with the cabbage and the mythical sartù.
sauces and gravies know practically only those made with oil, garlic and / or onion, carrots (a few), celery (a lot), walk & pine nuts, basil or parsley, olives and capers.
Butter only on bread.
Well, my story, my limits in a few lines.
yet, and yet, yet, when I looked out the internet talking about shiro miso, yeast debating about, discuss with property kamut flour or chestnut, ginger use almost every day as well as cornstarch, things that until two months ago was completely ignorant.
Aaargh! WHAT is happening to me?
Did you infected?
BECOME 'TOO ????????????? VEGETARIAN

So, pass a hand on your heart because it is also (a little) your fault if, by some time I think of a new section to be open: Shares (Visions of Condiments) which reproduce in your recipes, it is YOUR own !!!!!
I have already made and photographed the carrot cake of Scriba, chicken poppy seed Glo, the experiment No. 1 Lory, the flan Cavoletto onions, then green beans, etc. for Max. etc.. Abstract
Compulsory obviously play them does not mean belittling the same because changes are allowed, is not always tracking down the right ingredients, tools and pots are wrong or maybe just different, and last but not least, the hand (mine) could be false!
Well, let's start from expensive paper Cooks - Hack for sympathy and even gratitude in because (you do not know) but besides discovering in their wander, they offered me their help in a dense collection of letters (emailario?) introducing into the secrets of blogs (to me unknown)! For other shares
simply go ... in no particular order.
Guten Apetit!

carrot cake cheese



The recipe I followed almost slavishly, so the resume here scribes.
The only variations are:
natural yogurt 150 g (instead of a jar)
kamut flour 300 gr. + A little more '(instead of 2 jars)
4 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil (instead of 1 / 3 of jar)
grated cheese is not too late: abundant fresh parmesan and provolone (instead of Freiburg, Piave Mezzano or similar) and I added
7-8 minced roasted hazelnuts.



so far is the only existing way to eat carrots to my daughters and I confirm that she is beautiful, soft and warm is good too, even better cold!
And what about the scribe?
Thanks dear, to make good!

Ciccillo that is guarding the oven

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O Jove, Bacchus! What

modernity and that there will be wine!?! Surely bells, to Bacchus! I almost
also inform Violacea so we know it.

for it! Saturday is combined, so Ciccina can no longer say that we do not go ever. There
enroll.
Perfect. Of course this
Peter Schwalm not know him really well (ah, blissful ignorance) but is certainly not the same music (and that's something).

Among other things, the event gives us the opportunity to review the archaeological complex of Roman Pausilypon of the first century BC that has a great access to the Cave of Sejanus. It is an artificial tunnel, piercing the Posillipo hill, with links Coroglio Gaiola in practice after 800 m. path leads to an archaeological site with a 2000-seat amphitheater and a perfect Odeon (for more intimate performances) in excellent condition. Moreover, it overlooks a beautiful stretch of beach that rivals the best views of Capri!
A charming and enchanted place. See here
, quo and here .

As such it is not, on Saturday passed the dry wood pruning of roses (I), tying vines (I) pulled weeds (I), fertilize the plants (I), transplanting the new spices (I) throwing the poison (pesticides) (I), filling five bags of organic waste (I), sweeping and washing ashore around the terrace (I), watering (always me) while Ciccina is out to sell and buy bikes and the girls only god knows.
Ciccillo can see for themselves what they did all day.



When you hate him so.

In the evening we wonder if they eat something before going to a concert but the prevailing theory with light wine because there will surely relish! Following a brief discussion on how to reach Coroglio, bumpy, narrow road that does not allow easy parking (but where it is easy parking in Naples?).
Resolved, go with the motion of Ciccina (the sports club).
And so, with helmets (Ciccina has ears to bear Fat hairpieces attached above) and jackets, guide Ciccina (I can not even put the bike in motion). Up to
Posillipo all right then the first hole.
I say "Umff" for bagging. She yells back: "What?".
"Nothing."
Second hole: "Auch!
She: "What did you say?"
"Nothing."
third hole, you unbolt the neck and "COMBINATION"
She: "So?"
"So what?" I do with the neck incriccato.
And even a little 'aggressive.
She: "What is happening?"
Me: "no, no, do not worry."
"I'm trying to avoid them (the holes)."
The omission I declare that knows what's going on.
He feels guilty and perhaps not doing all he could do to avoid the holes (see? I do not omit it).
Eventually we arrive in some way. Get off the bike
sore and numb and we move the line.



We let in small groups to walk the dimly lit tunnel beautiful cheered by raids sound disturbing and rare so that the middle group is wide open and begin to overtake. Young people get a move on seeding the rest of the group. We maintain the position with difficulty, just because we're pretty well trained. 800 altitude meters in 11 minutes flat.
Not bad.
The suggestion continues to the end of the tunnel where all the excavation area is illuminated with candles on the ground. See you soon but it's nice.
We look around for people to say goodbye.
Nothing that strange?! In genere incontriamo sempre qualche amico, ma questa è gente mai vista.
Boh!?
Cerco con lo sguardo le istallazioni, niente.
I chioschi, niente.
I box, niente.
Le roulotte, niente.
Le botti, niente.
Mi risolvo a chiedere ad un indaffarato omino arancione (protezione civile, non buddista) dove sono i rinfreschi.
Mi guarda interrogativo.
Mi chiedo cosa ci sia da guardare e da non capire.
Gli mostro la Enocard e chiedo: “Allora dove è l’evento?”
Mi guarda stupito ed esclama: “ma è questo l’evento!” e fa un gesto vago ad indicare tutta l’area e una platea di seggiole.
Tra me e me penso di aver incontrato stoned a calm and then I tell myself that he is engaged in mica safety culture?
short, a prey to gloomy forebodings, I turn around, turn and deception between Odeon and an amphitheater, between a cliff and a fence, nothing.
There is nothing, not even a bar. The
nothing solidified. Upset
grab the Protector of Civil Naples by the collar and yell, "and the toilet, where toilet
????"" entrance. "It leaves a little annoyed.
Twenty-two minutes for a pee. Too many. The show is about to begin.
is an invisible man "Shah, Shah, test and begin to thank you for being attending this evening and wanted by Braian Ino dedicated to Naples.
I begin to hum the ears, I say it's the cervix.
Ciccina worried me sit holding my arm.
Invisible Man continues: "... these are the foundations of the project desired by the administrator and Brian Eno married to Naples, to see his highly symbolic city of infinite possibilities."
Braian Ino, Brian Eno, Enocard pronounced Inocard.
do not believe it (ah, damn ignorance).
Ciccina includes sketches and a great lady (little interest being almost teetotal), the ' wine expert I am. And I've said it all.
begins the event.
Shhhhh!
On stage a man with a bass, a boy or a girl (do not know, I see no good) watching a big-screen or mini-mini-maxi-screen (that is, a screen should be big but the distance is mini), a blonde who looks like a keyboard and Tonino verdummaro of the Cold alley in Santa Maria, I swear it's him!
Tonino has before it three computer keyboards and the same monitor.
He looks for a bit 'worthy of a merger with Giorgio Cagnotto first gold from the platform of 10 meters.



It begins.
If the sounds heard in the tunnel were rare, but these are iterative and repetitive. I
linked to images that come and go, mostly in black and white.
course, electronic sounds, a bit 'cold and detached, without deliberately harmony.
Impossible to whistle, so to speak.
first geometric images appear on the screen and then with a revival at the water rough sea, rolling.
beginning to feel my stomach and I think I did well not to eat. At each pause
makes you clap your hands to celebrate the end, but do not know if it's really over and I'm afraid the bad impression.
I crouch on the stacking chair made of genuine plastic. My Mommy that it is uncomfortable.
Tonino, verdummaro of the Cold alley in Santa Maria, raging jumping from one PC to another.
I do not know if the notes selected at random improvising or is there a logical (to me, elusive).
Every seven minutes with the man wakes up and shoots down two arpeggios.
I do not know if the notes selected at random improvising or is there a logical (to me, elusive).
Every 12 minutes you can watch the blonde and do something I do not understand an unusual tool.
I do not know if the notes selected at random improvising or is there a logical (to me, elusive).
The young man or young lady (I do not know, I do not see well) continues to look at the maxi-mini-screen (or mini-maxi-screen if you prefer). Also here: Chance or necessity?
moisture and salt from the sea surrounds us despite the jackets.
After thirty minutes (30) finished the first piece. I understand that by applause by howling and enthusiastic.
Suddenly I feel old, as a misfit in a poem by Alda Merini .
Ciccina looks at me puzzled, empathic link.
began the second piece, the howling fade (eh, eh, eh).
Shhhhhh!
More or less as before, perhaps with some semblance of rhythm to the appearance of a drum machine, of course, one does not understand those who play. Toni? The blonde?
images (always in black and white) become vertical with an illusory effect of palaces "climbing" which, after a while ', add clouds "fall" pitching.
gasping.
Ciccina little head rests on my shoulder and fits perfectly in my stiff neck. I curl up even further in his chair and bent her head over her hair. Li
satisfied sniff, smell made me relax.
exactly two minutes to think of a business meeting next week. Then, perhaps hunger, it reminds me that I write recipes for my blog: those of big dinner.
the account, rice, 4 4 variations of eggplant and fish and fresh Mushroom, 6 ricettuzze beautiful mommy!
Then the new section open: Shares (Visions of Condiments) which reproduce in your recipes, it is YOUR own !!!!! I have already made
e fotografate la ciambella di carote degli Scriba, il pollo ai semi di papavero di Glo, l’esperimento n° X (che numero?, quando torno vado a vedere) di Lory, il flan di cipolle di Cavoletto, poi i fagiolini per Max ecc. ecc.
Tante altre sono ancora da fare!
Ma non è quello il problema, il problema è scriverci quattro sciocchezzuole vicino per raccontarvele sorridendo un pò. E per quello ci vuole tempo. Che ora non ho.
Allora mi avvilisco un po’ e la mente comincia a vagare lontano per evadere gli impegni, mi ricordo di quando andai a prendere mio fratellino malato a Fai della Paganella in meno di due giorni. Con l’auto My father and my friend / brother who now lives in USA.
Come back my mother put my brother (the real one, not the friend) to bed and cooked linguine with tomatoes and green chilies, at 6 pm. And those who forget the linguine with more chilies and the return of heroes! Even
spaghetti Procida are made with green chilies cut into rings, however, and added to the mixture at the end. And they want the fresh anchovies.
Mmmmhhh! I flashed an idea ... ... I almost




Linguine, chilli and mussels!
But! The green peppers I bought them and tomorrow I take the mussels.
Quindi si potrebbero fare con circa 1 chilo di cozze che pulisco e sbollento coperte a fuoco vivo, poi le svalvo e conservo l’acquetta di cottura.
Dopo lavo, asciugo bene e friggo in olio evo (per forza evo e dopo capisco il perché) i peperoncini verdi ma prima ne metto da parte una 15na per il sughetto. Man mano che friggo butto i peperoncini fatti (e per fatti intendo ancora verdi, mi raccomando che non devono dorare!) in una busta del pane (senza briciole) e aggiungo un po’ di sale.
Sacrifico quasi tutto l’olio del fritto ma ne conservo un velo che copre la padella dove butto 2 spicchi d’aglio e una punta di peperoncino (non è obbligatorio ma a me piace).
Mi seguite nel ragionamento?
Appena dorano li tolgo e aggiungo un mezzo chilo abbondante di pomodorini perini tagliati a metà (o schiattati come si dice da noi), li cuocio a fuoco vivace per … ma direi 6-7 minuti. Non di più perché sono buoni freschi.
Metto i peperoncini in un piatto fondo e aggiungo la salsa e tanto basilico ma conservo 4-5 cucchiai di salsa nella padella per dopo. Insieme ad una mozzarella di bufala faranno la loro figura.



Ci siete?
Io si, e mi lecco i baffi perché al pizzetto non ci arrivo ancora. Il contorno è fatto, se dio vuole (e perché non dovrebbe?).
Ora veniamo a noi e riprendiamo la salsa e la rimettiamo a fuoco vivo aggiungendo il sugo delle cozze bollite (ben filtered but I tell you to do ...) I would say so to the eye (sorry, from memory) 3-4 tablespoons, that is the same sauce and let it go even less mixing with the Cucchiarelli. The juice loses its red and orange are a bit '. That's okay, do not worry, everything is calculated.
choose the pasta.
This is the real problem! I call the chili linguine and mussels languid implore the noodles, hard and beautiful.
What to do?
But I do not know. Perhaps the return of the heroes prevail.
choose linguine. Do you agree?
Then drop the pasta in salted boiling water (and with a tablespoon of oil does not stick to the linguine), 80 gr. head, okay?
The sauce in the meantime that I reflect and fall, it coagulates (not a bad thing for such a sauce), we threw the remaining peppers cut into rings and mussels.
Drain the pasta, mix the vegetables for 2-3 minutes, add basil and parsley (yes, both) and a servant, what do you think? A few more clashes and acts as a main dish.



"Flat?"
"Flat? Are you okay? "
" UHU "
I can not move. I'm paralyzed.
"Flat is finished, they are all going away."
'm undecided if I have a spastic quadriplegia or flaccid paralysis. Maybe it
is more credible.
"AAAGRH, I have a flaccid paralysis, I can not move."
I have three low-cut in the plastic chair. One man was orange.
smiled satisfied.
I think I'm one of the few men in the world capable of having three (3) back pain at the same time: the neck (between the sixth and seventh), the right shoulder blade (superscript supero medial), and the transition from the dorsal to the lumbar vertebra.
Come back like a zombie walking in the tunnel (to understand).
One child saw me and started to cry.
smiled satisfied.
Sunday will remain at home.

Art performed by my little Daughter Sunday at morning (waiting for lunch)

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" ILLATINI , say?"
"Hello good evening, are Mr. Accommodate Pins, call from Naples, I know ... "
" SAY WELL, SAY? "
" I mean, emmh reserve for tomorrow ... "
" 7, 30 or 9.30 "
" I would prefer the evening, if possible ... "
" 19.30 or 21.30? "
" Eh, so the train ... do to 21.30 for two. "
" Lord? "
" Pins, Pins Accommodate "
" SIG TO TOMORROW. PINS "
TLLAC.
Reassured by the synthetic call (Nordic efficiency) to confirm the reservation and Ciccina step to prepare the synthetic luggage.
Yeah, you depart for the umpteenth time but this time the blame (sorry, the credit) is all of Ciccina. Serves as a knight serving
cicisbeo or if you prefer to go with in that of Florence for his affaraccio.
any consolation I've got: a morning free to wander in the beautiful city and THE LATIN dinner, the restaurant that appears (even) on the cover the "big big" change. The next evening
see you directly to Fiaschetteria (so born and so are defined) in via dei Palchetti 6 r (tel. 055/210916).
There is already a stomping crowd composed of many foreign tourists, quite a few young Florentine Italian and looking for strong emotions. And us.
In the front row to encircle the siege think there is the rugby team in Ireland.

Fiaschetteria Latin during the interval of the match
Forte reservation, a reassuring smile Ciccina (which I think is pale and scared) and launch a few comments on the stupidity of those who do not book in local celebrities. Maramaldeggio a bit short '. I elbowed my way, lead to entry in some way and I am faced Hugh Grant in minimis.
commanded him access.
"Pins, Pins Accommodate" behind the terrible cry behind the second line ( lock ) Attack of the Irish National.
I stand on tiptoe, Hugh escapes my flaming eye. Rigrido.
look just the list: "You do not."
"But what is not?! Look good, Pins, Pins Accommodate, at 21.30! "
Ciccina, jumping embarrassed, with a hop can see the Grant'uomo, sgom and go forward. Clearly
gioca sull’occhio ceruleo e quella dolce abbronzatura che le dona la vita sportiva.
A bassa voce ripete: “Perni, Accomodare Perni”.
Le parole pacate e stentoree fanno vibrare i prosciutti appesi all’interno.
Risguarda la lista: “Non risulta.”
Resiste anche a Ciccina abbronzata, sarà mica gay?
Finto a destra e sfondo la seconda linea sulla sinistra, guadagno la meta.
Siamo di fronte, io e lui.
La musica si alza tesa e ricorda il miglior Morricone.
Ci guardiamo.. Un tic gli guizza sul bel volto tra sopracciglio e zigomo destro.
Ha riconosciuto il mio dialetto. Per lui potrei essere Sandokan (quello di San Cipriano).
Stempero.
"Can you check again, please?" And O rincontrOllare I accidentally a dainty little rose. Recheck
: "No, sorry." Watch
long, eight people called at random (I think). Genre
Amoeba?
begin to rouse the masses with the technique of Masaniello , comments, grumble, mutter, I spread doubts about the correctness of the inputs and in five minutes flat we are admitted. There
system with other people, two American girls and a couple of funny and merry Sicilian.
We are lucky, the Sicilians are good company, she looks like a Nancy Brilli the building next door and he physically stands between Pippo Baudo e Franco Battiato educated and comfortable, strain Norman, passionate cooks, but (fortunately for us, and then you'll understand why) on a diet.
also know the (source) and Latin is not just (double luck, and then you'll understand why)!
When the waiter comes along and we're already smiling all the vicissitudes of external lie forgotten.
The girls ordered white wine and ravioli salad +, including smile and a little 'think they know better, we look into four (or better in eight eyes) and in unison we order an appetizer of cold meats, ribollita, farro soup and steaks, and Chianti in the house "Then we see the sweet, thanks." delighted laugh.
Skip to greet the (surprising) Latin in persona e ci accomuna idealmente ai suoi amici siculi.
Cambio di passo, arrivano i ballon tipo Bordeaux, cambia il vino (che già era buono), arriva subito anche il mega vassoio di affettati con un prosciutto sublime e un’ancora più sublime finocchiona delle dimensioni della classica mortadella. Uno spettacolo.
Qui nasce il problema: Ciccina non ama i salumi (donna da formaggi) e gli amici siculi sono a dieta ferrea (storie di colesterolo, annuisco a bocca piena, molto comprensivo). Non è certo il posto in cui andare per il sottile.
Insomma faccio quel che posso e mantengo alto l’onore degli astanti.
Il vassoio viene ritirato vuoto.
A seguire ribollita e zuppa di farro in zuppiere esagerate.
Languid and insist their essay to make it clear while telling of their beautiful region.
Ciccina contributes to the account for its influences Catania, I politely sipped a spoon with his napkin wiping a trickle leaking. Ribollita is rocking, unthinkable replicate.
I feel compelled to straighten the back of the chair and have a look 'round the neck to stretch.
Everything is going well, Hugh Grant goes, the loving smile.
come the steaks, turning pale. Here
Ciccina me a good hand. There are people that it is better to buy a dress to dinner. Trinacria
I nibbled too vague and leave the steak. I look at her in silence, with a peak of sadness. Tomorrow
cry, I feel it.
reject the cake with the decision, as one association. Review
Hugh and I ask him a Glen thinking about a relationship. He does not understand and bring me a brandy sicula (perhaps in honor of our new friends).
We pay the bill: 35 euros per head and prance met at the door, not without a wink to the doorman / Cerberus.
Seeking a business card to exchange with the Sicilians, but while I take my wallet does not remember ever having had. I put the sad and I promise, once again, have them printed as soon as possible.
conclusion, the impression of an assembly line for the fattening of geese (Tourist) from foie gras remains, but high on quality and taste of food no doubt. And the bill, with times like these, is to dive.
Amazing.

In any event, be sure that you are better than me, there is also the place of ricettuzza Ribollita The second (surprising) Latin. I, after enjoying its wonder, does not even try to do it and I remain convinced that, in this recipe, a missing secret
Ribollita (in Latin)
Ingredients: Black Cabbage, Savoy cabbage, beet, leeks, Carrots, red onion, ripe tomatoes, celery, cannellini beans, parsley, basil, Bread part-cooked in wood, olive oil ages (of the bono) Salt and pepper.
Preparation: sauté onion and olive oil. Add tomatoes if possible in the past. Then add the vegetables, previously cut into cubes. Add beans with their water. When thus prepared the soup is ready, cover with layers of bread cut, add olive oil and boil.

But, not to leave empty-handed, make ready the table will also post my ricettuzza the equally mythical

jelly with tomato

Ingredients: 4 flaccid people
800 g. San Marzano tomatoes ripe
350 g.
stale wholemeal bread 2 cloves garlic, chili

2 cm of ginger, peeled and chopped
basil, parsley and fresh mint
1 liter of vegetable broth (use also to flesh, but maybe ...)
extra virgin olive oil (than bono), 3 tablespoons

Preparation:
Pour the oil in a pan and fry a chopped fresh ginger, chopped garlic, chilli, parsley, mint and basil. Add the tomatoes blanched and peeled tomatoes, cook until it reaches a boil, add the bread cut into thin slices, mix well and when the bread has absorbed the tomato sauce, add the boiling broth by adjusting the salt. Boil for about 15 minutes, adding more broth if necessary. Let stand for about an hour, then stir well to completely undo the bread.
Serve warm but not hot with a drizzle of raw oil and a sprig of basil.

If you serve it cold in tall glass, like a gazpacho would be better for the onion instead of garlic and the addition of vinegar (or lemon) to enhance the pleasant acidity of the tomato (and maybe a teaspoon vodka?) decorated with a stalk of fresh celery. Enjoy
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chives flower

And here we are at the first big dinner when we are true food_bloggers!
sacrificial victim two dear American friends, and some acolyte of the place cobbled together in the hope that chew English.
vain hope. If it were not for Ciccina and Snorter (who by the sweetness has given his best and his pronunciation has been a bit 'lack of) would be a dinner worthy of the first black and white silent comedy of Charlie Chaplin. Of course, the leitmotif
was freshness and lightness.
do not know if it was worth it (for them) but we have a great time and we worked very hard to think of it, coordinate it, do the shopping and cooking. It was like making a project work plan and time operations.
the end we were destroyed with a sore back and feet apart.
Now we have even more respect for the chefs (real ones).
It's amazing to think that if these friends had come only two or three months ago would have eaten spaghetti with clams and pezzogna crazy water, baba Cimmino (not bad, though?).
power of the internet!
Well, let us see the menu (and recipes that you propinerò in the near future, trying to remember the sources, eh eh eh):

basket of bread (because my padre mi ha insegnato che un ristorante si valuta subito dalla bontà del pane): pane alle olive, pane ai friarielli, mini taralli napoletani pepe e mandorle, taralli lunghi alle alghe (non voglio sapere di dove);

antipasto: fagottino di bresaola con robiola, yogurt greco e erba cipollina, spiedino di prosciutto San Daniele con melone e con ciliegina di mozzarella di bufala, olive varie e cucunci all’aceto;


primo: corona di riso al limone, rughetta e prezzemolo con gamberoni in salsa cocktail;


secondo: variazioni (vanno molto di moda) di melanzane e pesce, partendo da sinistra, per favore, A cream of eggplant cooked in a stew of shrimp heads and shrimp steamed with tomato cognac (and a little tomato), B pastry basket with a dip of eggplant and ricotta cheese from cows, creamy lemon (and cooking water mussels) and mussel (just opened), C roulade of eggplant fried with teriyaki swordfish (we put the tuna but only sold one magnificent whole skipjack 4 kg and the freezer is full, too bad), D aubergine, smoked cheese and fish flag (and here There was a flop because the smoked cheese killed the flag very delicate fish, sin);


Rompigusto: lemon sorbet and Cedrella (citron liqueur award-winning company);


Incidente: mentre passo per servire il sorbetto faccio cadere la macchina fotografica digitale dell’ospite e la rompo;

Digestivo: spiedini di pecorino dolce umbro e provolone del Monaco piccante con pere conferenza e uva con un velo di miele di acacia (non fotografati perché era appena successo l’incidente);

Dolce: cheesecake allo yogurt e succo di lamponi freschi (perché sono allergico alle fragole).


Se dovessimo giudicare dai bis, ha prevalso nettamente, ed in modo inatteso, il cestino di frolla con melanzane, ricotta e cozze! Tre bis su otto astanti più Ciccillo che, approfittando di una distrazione, ha attacked the tray with the redundancies. While we rely very
sull'involtino sword and aubergine teriyaki, smoked cheese and fish flag (half a flop).
After dinner, we salvage and clear without even went to sleep exhausted.
Today we have to the beautiful (and hot) Florence.
soon!
Besos -]

Queen Mattress In Carvan

La Banda degli Onesti



caused by that fine touch of Zenzerina I opened cascione.
Let '?
Hmm, not that. This
not.
This one maybe. This could return
useful.
No no, this proprio no.

Cribbio, qualcosa ci sarà che non mi serve.
Niente, ho la sindrome dell’abbandono. Ogni oggetto che ritrovo penso che possa (prima o poi) tornare utile anche se non l’ho mai usato!

Eppure, eppure una cosina ci sarebbe: Eccolo!
Bene care amiche e cari amici!

Un vero cult del Cuochiinerba .
Un must senza il quale don Alfonso potrebbe aprire al massimo una bettola giù al porto.
L’unico, vero attrezzo che usa in cucina Vissani. E che non fa usare a nessun altro.
Un oggetto che Pietrangelini in persona ha tentato di rubarmi più volte (ma non glielo chiedete perché negherebbe spudoratamente).

ergonomic, made of genuine non-toxic plastic, Unbreakable.Air (I tried several times).
Winner for 26 consecutive years of the legendary Cook_Styling_for_You_and_Me_Only_Together_Forever Award.
An object which you can not do more for less (even if you want it why do not I take the back), in short, your curse. A
macuba the kitchen. You
his / or slave / i bless me every day (or night, depends what time cooked).

How did you manage to live without him?
HIM TO THE LEGENDARY!

It trades (reluctantly), complete with original box and instructions in German only pure for a sparapolpette pine nuts.

How?
I forgot to say what is it? Poffarbacco Oh, but I'd do a disservice to your culture!

But you're just all mad?