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Monuments in May 2007 in Naples

"Like every year, this primavera vedrà protagonista Napoli città d’arte nei week-end che vanno dal 27 aprile al 27 maggio 2007, la città partenopea sarà teatro di manifestazioni culturali e di eventi ad alto contenuto artistico. Monumenti e collezioni private, che normalmente restano chiusi durante l’anno, saranno accessibili e visitabili, in taluni casi anche gratuitamente.
Passeggiate tematiche nel centro storico ed itinerari selezionati integreranno il già vasto calendario di appuntamenti.”

La XIII edizione del Maggio dei Monumenti ha per tema conduttore: I Misteri di Napoli, Esoterismo, leggende, superstizioni, riti scaramantici, culto dei morti!

Caspiterina!

Inoltre requiring Enocard over the Internet can participate in person to the big media event to be held in Naples, at the Grotto of Sejanus from May 26 to June 3, 2007. The Cave of Sejanus, a symbol of ancient and modern Naples in the collective imagination, a place that represents a collection of beauty and fear, darkness and light gym ... the great poet of antiquity Publio Virgilio Marone.
The card, in addition to being the gadget event entitles you to free admission to the exhibition / installation and offers to the holders of the concert Peter Schwalm, Saturday, May 26, at the Odeon until all of the archaeological site places.

Enocard To book, simply register by filling out the form on this site: http://www.brianenofornaples.com/index.php

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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Stories of escapes and jelly

If they are red flowers (yellow )!

" 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
also Gianburrasca !

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A quiet weekend of fear


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 -]

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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?

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To Whom It May ( not ) concern

Whilst it may be that someone may marginally affect some of my ideas adhere the kind invitation of Lory, indicating (but will emerge dramatically) that if the stove hangs out of food to feed my greedy corpaccione with a home gradimento, di vino bevo (con pacata moderazione) e basta.
E se la mia scuola di cucina è stata materna, quella enologica è stata paterna e per anni ha privilegiato i cd. Vini paesani.
Ora, sui vini “paesani” campani, fino a qualche anno orsono, si poteva stendere un pietoso velo (di bisolfito). Con una rara eccezione che troverete al punto 3.
Per fortuna ora le cose stanno cambiando.

Secondo te il vino è maschile o femminile?
Il vino rosso prevalentemente maschile, il rosato più femminile mentre il bianco va con tutti.

Sei più vino rosso, bianco o rosè?
Tendenzialmente rosso ma col caldo, pesce e cibi leggeri I prefer the white.

Your first and your best memory "emotional" of a wine.
For the sake of my father knew the work "Keeper of Vesuvius " man in charge of bar down the road, where there was once the station of the cable car (funicular funiculà) destroyed in ' last eruption of '44 and then the chair, closed in 1983. The Lord is not that he had a lot of work and then cultivated grapevines, with unusual skill at the time, and it was fine wines. At that time, came to my house every so often of the mythical damigianelle Lacryma Christi del Vesuvio (real) red (Piedirosso) or White (Caprettone) but what I liked best was certainly the Lambiccato (Catalanesca, a vine imported from Alfonso I of Aragon in mid-1400, I think table grapes) and sweet white sparkling (count bottles of the latter came ). Those were the days of Asti Spumante, the world was in black and white, I was on the brink of adolescence and the word was unknown brut, to hear more than you thought to Brutos .


The best combination of a wine and scope.
I am a man from a country inn, then, if I order, I would like for me: sharp provolone, olives passolone tanned, salami Mugnano, bread baked in a bundle and a bottle of sparkling red letters (and perhaps cool). All this spring under a pergola of lemon trees.

Your best tasting (planned or fantasized).
M.me Clicqot inviting me to a dinner by candlelight in his castle and uncorks his best vintage to accompany oysters and lobster (the great-granddaughter would be better).

Who chooses the wine at home and who administrates the cellar . I
(Ciccina is almost teetotal but is studying, Ciccillo still have not understood).

many wines you have in your basement?
13 labels (17 bottles). The possibility that this number is bad luck tonight I uncorked a. (Mica want a list?)

How to start a young wine?
When I open a good wine (on a good meal) I offer to my daughters to try. For now schifano wine daily but wise ones best pleasure. If this goes to me is fine.

***

And since I find myself with pen in hand (figuratively speaking), participating in the meme of Hack and others before them.

MEME who are you? (now I feel a shameless)

ARE: basically influenced by what others have already written. Are you all (at least in part). I am a working professional, a man who loves (people, animals, things), he plays a young man writing a blog, a father who (somehow) looks after two children, a boy who likes to fuck with friends ...
TENDENTIALLY seems, a bit 'gruff (so they tell me, but it is true or not?). FREQUENTLY
: here is easy, a few friends and many new places.
AVOID: the crowd like the plague. The only exception is the first championship of Naples (and I would like to see!).
AMO: Ciccina, my daughters, the cat, my friends, my home, my things I'm jealous, the sea, Vesuvius, etc.. etc..
hate: those who love to hate very often: the compromises, the settlements, cowardice (but sometimes I understand and justification, we are not heroes), carriers, certain ways (Southern?) to politics, Business, camorra
wear ... I LOVE: my daughters when they say: "Papi, but it is very good "even if sometimes I feel that I incensino a bit '.
hate: especially sentimental sloppiness, lack of care.
MEMORY: often what I would like to forget.
Remove: sometimes what I remember.
remain indifferent to: the things you scream (except the smooth rock), the television show-fights, the superbelle ...
irritates me: the media circus that lifts (powered by a malicious interesse di parte) su alcuni fatti di cronaca che andrebbero riportati solo come tali, senza commenti o giudizi di valore e mi riferisco, per esempio, all’orripilante delitto di Cogne, di Erba, alle Maestre stupratrici, all’autista del pulmann di bambini fatto di marijuana.
MI RILASSA: leggere, fumare (solo tabacco e so che non dovrei), la presenza di Ciccina (a volte), sapere che le mie figlie sono a casa, un bel whisky torbato con gli amici, cucinare…
CHIEDO: che dall’illusione , si passi alla speranza e poi (in breve tempo) ai fatti. Che finisca l’ideologia della crescita economica esponenziale, che si faccia crescere (per almeno qualche anno) il cd. Terzo mondo. Perché quello che We have more than enough to most people. Of course I ask real work for those who do not have it.
OFFER: interest and curiosity about the stories of others and a cooked dish. And I promise good will on the plate.
depresses me: when to pass via the Toledo Auto Finance and these poor devils of abusers escape with their blankets full of counterfeit goods. And after five minutes I'm back there. It seems to me an unnecessary lack of respect for Finance, for them, for us.
I get dressed: how do I (and also because it is better).
I undress: slowly, with malice (but the result does not change).
electrified MI: A new home for dinner, I suddenly was not even Veronelli.
MI demoralized: the mass destruction that continues unabated in the world and is now led by "Christian" Western countries but not only by them. The globalization of the assassination of the poor.
I like: all of them because they're nice people. I'd like to have dinner with you. (Maybe everyone brings something, eh?).


And because of the occupation to be great I will get this food_blogger past carrots detoxifying and delicious (I know, I should not say and I expect that you try it).


Serves 2 who have not passed the test costume
carrots gr. 500
onions 500 gr. (About 2 large)
3 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil (preferably butter if you can) 3 tablespoons
Maizena

Fresh milk 4 tablespoons Parmesan cheese Salt and pepper

Parsley
A drop of balsamic vinegar

In oil paint to put the onions thinly sliced, When they soften add the carrots cut rondelline, cover and let it go on low heat without burning (as I often do), add the cornstarch and milk gradually while turning to avoid lumps. Continue cooking covered cake pan, and adjust salt.
After about 15 minutes, if the carrots are soft (but not untrimmed) go through the blender, another 5 minutes and you're done, let it sit.
Parmesan, parsley, pepper, a dash of vinegar and table.

Does Goku Like Bulma Better Than Chi Chi

The first sensation was of being on vacation with squid, artichokes and mussels

fine chili

Perhaps not everyone knows that (and perhaps the most do not give anything rightly) that, at certain times of the year we (at Sometimes just me, sigh) you travel a lot.
While it's nice because you know new places, often beautiful, often funny new people, new restaurants are also known in which you put to test our insight in understanding (from which we are ignorant) what is tradition and innovation in the culture thing cookery Local.
No doubt it is true that the raw material comes to sea and land (availability = tradition) is in coupling the elements in the alchemical forge pans that is revealed (and detect) the innovative capacity of youth people, the ability to expand in the future.
This of course applies to rich countries, where there is a possibility, the luxury to choose to gorge themselves to death or (simply?) Refused even to death here. In the third world
obesity and anorexia is exceptional virtually unknown.
But there is another indicator of the cultural development of a people of a city: the number and / or size of the libraries.
In almost every stage, if the weather permits, we ran into a library and we wandered looking, compared to our usual, the distribution of books, the emphasis (or omission) in presenting new, classic genres.
Believe me, you learn a lot about the 'constitution', aspirations, habits of natives. Recently in Forlì
we visited a large and beautiful on the main course, in complete similarity to our tastes (everything is subjective!), Full of different kinds are well represented, with an eye to the news (not just the ubiquitous Wilbur Smith) and tastes (eh, eh, eh), among the dozens of cookbooks et similibus was truly lost, but not only one of them. While
Ciccina bought "The cuisine of Bahia or the cookbook Pedro Archanjo and snacks Dona Flor" by Jorge Amado Jorge Amado and Palm (daughter) I'm lost, for example, on a table devoted exclusively to the new edition of de Maigret's Adelphi .
There were virtually all the volumes published so far. I think they are more than fifty than 76 written by Simenon. Personally I have 47 in various editions (some duplicates), including those with the back canvas Mondadori (from £ 200) bought used on stalls Portalba in Naples. Fully understand (and justify) the My total body immersion in those books. Unfortunately, not a bibliophile but a devourer, the securities held only remember a few, and often confuse them with those who want to buy and which stores in that sieve of my mind. On the other hand, the defect incellofanare books, although grants to buy books untouched, forgetful prevents a quick glance illustrative.
The natural consequence is that they often buy the same books over again.
short, to make you short, I buy three of which I put off reading until a few days ago, when the demands of work have been sparse at the moment, and I was able, again, to arrive at the time of temporary leave, not so tired from not able to open a book and read a few pages.
The first, "The Serjeant of Providence," went well, I did not read it, but left me a little of dissatisfaction because, while effectively drawing the psychology of the characters (of course in particular Assassin / a) enter, to my taste, the atmosphere and later gets lost a bit 'for the bushes.
I finished last night while I waited for the sweet maidens (my daughters) who were returning from the crazy party Saturday Night which takes place in this city every weekend.
What should I do? They are large (20 and 17) but I, as a shepherd dog, if I'm not home I sleep badly.
morning (a little 'for RINCO avere fatto tardi, molto tardi) mi alzo e, mentre Ciccina (l’anima bella) prepara il caffè elenco le cose che dovremmo fare visto che è domenica: cambio di stagione (urgentissimo), terrazzo (pulire, tagliare, legare, concimare, affrontare cocciniglia e afidi imperanti, urgentissimo), cucinare per pranzo (moderatamente urgente), fare bucato (urgentissimo), pulire qualcosa o qualcuno (urgentissimo: la ns. polacchina è in ospedale perchè ha mangiato le cozze crude, ma ti pare a te che qualcuno a Napoli mangia ancora le cozze crude?).
Nel frattempo spunta il sole dopo diversi giorni di pioggia e Ciccina, atletica e sportiva com’è, non perde occasione, chiama un’amica e, in tutina (If another pound fat deny it to him, I swear) and shoes, leaving part at a time of Posillipo in front of a coffee now cold. Only, in keeping today (I assure you, is not an edifying spectacle), with the daughters sleeping.
Coward.
And maybe also wants to eat at one.
soon go down to the grocery store (here we go shopping on Sunday, fortunately) not to deal with people. Unfortunately it is hot and I can not put my coat on my pajamas then I wash and dress in a hurry (well not I look just like Mr. Dior).
stage only the fishmonger, I watch parts, watch the squid tall and handsome, a bit 'rose, looking at me with disdain, eyes caress the Greek sea bass shiny, slyly mocking me right to widen the basin of the cuttlefish, satisfied smiles, directions and, "I'm a chiletto (all of us is a term of endearment) very clean?"
"Cumm'e vulite ago [As like cooking]? "
obvious question, embarrassment cold.
How do I?
I am reminded of a thunderbolt, a stew! But as I will explain? Please
the cut blocks of 2 x 0.5 x 1 cm?
I can not "ring." It's a good compromise.
"E u u nivure bbulìt (black and you want it [NB: the pouch of black is my right as being included in the price cuttlefish are weighed prior della pulitura])?”
“No grazie.”
Perdo punti (FdZ freme nell’aere internettiano per il mancato utilizzo del sacchetto ma a me il nero fa schifo).
Tecnocrati.com mi cancella dal rank.
“Quacch’ata cosa [Gradite altro]?” “No grazie. Anzi forse si, le cozze [belle, grandi, spagnole o adriatiche?] sono stabulate?”
Non perde tempo a rispondere: “Quante ne bbulìt?”
Mi svacco subito: “Un chiletto, [ci riprovo] ben pulite”.
“Dottò, e cozzeche ve pulit vuie”.
Me ne da 2 chili perché uno non serve a niente (questioni di sfrido, mi convince).
Pazienza.
quick return, crawling under doors, in the shadow of the shelter home among my books and cozy stove.
Aiko unwrap the fish on top, put the mussels to drain into the sink and fill with water, throw a bit 'of salt (just a psychological intervention is not needed because if they are housed, and if they are housed is not the same but you want to do?). I look dejected
squid cut into rings.
What do [said one older than me]?
Riaccattorcio the squid, I tell myself it's early, no time and put them in the refrigerator, bottom shelf of the flesh. After we see.
make some caffettino kimbo_oro (for special occasions). The daughters
continue to sleep. Ciccina continues to run towards Posillipo.
It's hot, the air on the terrace is nice and the coffee did not come not bad.
corset room to take the second book of Maigret " Liberty bar"-Bar (of) Freedom-I translate product and violet.
Hmmmm, intriguing title.
sip my coffee, light up a cigarette, looking forward and shucks. Reading
fold first learn that his friend George in 1931 and '72 has published the beauty of 76 novels and 26 short stories with Inspector Maigret. Wow! I do the math helped by caffeine and nicotine: 1.85 0.34 novels and short stories per year for 41 years just to Maigret consecutivi. E poi ci sono gli altri romanzi (belli anche quelli).
E io che mi lamento che non ce la faccio a postare una ricetta alla settimana!
Questo è stato scritto e pubblicato nel 1932, dunque uno dei primi!
Un romanzo di formazione (?).
Il risvolto racconta che il famoso commissario è ad Antibes, nella splendida Costa Azzurra di quegli anni, per indagare sulla morte di un uomo che gli somiglia stranamente!
Caspiterina!
Un (forse) ex agente segreto australiano, riservato, misterioso, duro in apparenza ma bonario, in cerca di una vita tranquilla (come lui, capisco).
William Brown (così si chiamava l’australiano) viveva con due megere (figlia sguaiata amante e mother vulgar parasite) but had a double life: he attended in secret "house where no one ever talks about the past." The Liberty Bar (by implication: last refuge of those who has seen all the colors and aspires only to be forgotten. Desiderio perhaps hatching in Maigret )!
poffarbacco Oh!
I stay more comfortable with two pillows (one in the back and one under the legs).
Continued from back cover: languid atmosphere of the Riviera, the inspector comes to doubt himself and the desire to solve the case.
But we're exaggerating?!
Perhaps the guilt or innocence of the guilt of the innocent heart hurts morale?
A vague sense of guilt even glimmers in my mind. Watch the plants
impidocchiate.
I say only one chapter.

Translated by Ida Sassi.

Chapter 1: the dead man and his women.
Incipit: The first sensation was of being on vacation.
I read it! Jeez. Damn the cellophane and who invented it! And
mo?
I read a little more '.
remember and not remember.
Vague memories of a beautiful story.
decide I do not remember.
...
mechanically and turned in his hands a photograph of Brown that he had the nerve to look like him.

Tic tac

Chapter 2: parlatemi di Brown…

“Che cosa faceva di sera Brown?”
…
Allora il commissario entrò nel Liberty bar.

Tic tac

Capitolo 3: la figlioccia di William

Il bar era vuoto.
…
“Lei mi fa venire in mente William… quello era il suo posto… Anche lui quando mangiava posava la pipa vicino al piatto… Aveva le spalle come le sue… Sa che lei gli assomiglia?”. Si limitò ad asciugarsi gli occhi, senza piangere.

Tic tac

Capitolo 4: la genziana
Era l’ora rosata, ambigua, in cui l’umidità del tramonto si dilegua in the cool of the night is approaching.

... "Please bring me a bottle of water," he asked, going up the stairs.

Gee, I forgot mineral water !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What time is it? Later, is 12.
Ricompattiamoci and salvage.
order:
away the book;
wake up the girls;
clean mussels;
cook cuttlefish;
do laundry, clean house
;
put his hand to the terrace.
not.
Retry:
away the book;
make doing the laundry (from an idea of \u200b\u200bcleanliness);
pass the vacuum cleaner (Without going so much for the thin);
sweep the terrace (ditto);
clean mussels (required)
to make the cuttlefish (required)
wake up the girls (as late as possible so do not hamper).
possible.

Design:
to 4 little people in a way (to them).
With a brush metal grated fine (and fast) alghette removing the shells of mussels and barnacles. For the dog's teeth you can use a knife.
torn, pulling the tip, with which the strepponcino stick with the crop and put them in a covered pot over high heat without water or more. Turn occasionally to facilitate the opening.
When they open, discard without doubt those few that remain closed (not good).
Of 2 pounds, just get a half (kg) and shell in a small bowl, add a little 'cooking water after filtering (sieve + towel) and cover.
Start the machine at 30 degrees to avoid mistakes.
Vacuuming the hall, dining hall and hallway.
Go get the book on the bedside table.

Chapter 5: The funeral of William Brown
The sun already gave to the head, while in the streets all the shutters were still closed and deserted sidewalks, in the marketplace lazy and peaceful life had begun long ago.
...
Maigret stood waiting under a lamp with his hands in his pockets, his pipe between his teeth sullen air.

Cutlery closed the book on the bedside table. And do not be grumpy.
Exit the room and swear not to return again until after lunch.
Take a pound of squid cut into rings and decide what to do.
Look at what's in the fridge.
What is it? Two artichokes
bought yesterday.
Good.
Take and act, now you can eat:
Menu Sunday
Pastas
linguine with squid, artichokes and mussels

Second choice
peppered mussels


salad trimmings (in envelope).

Dessert


no good.
Alea IACT east (Julius Caesar).

Cut the cuttlefish into rectangles / blocks of 2 x 0.5 x 1 cm (well, I'm kidding, cut into small pieces with pruning shears). Peel outer leaves from the 2 artichokes, cut into thin slices (lengthwise), remove the beard (if any) and put them in pending water and lemon (the artichokes).
In a large skillet, so they can receive at the appropriate time about 400 gr. linguine, put 4 tablespoons of extra virgin olive oil (for a diner), 2 cloves of peeled garlic, chili to taste (I would say half-strength, not too much). Just golden, discard garlic and chilli and buttateci the cuttlefish in pieces, over medium heat.
Turn when golden brown and sometimes a bit ', add the artichokes and fry it.
Add half a cup of boiling white wine (the same one served at the table [very cool], avoid Tavernello), let evaporate, cover and cook on low heat.

Run to make the bed.

Chapter 6: A friend embarrassed
Cannes, Maigret is dedicated to working hours to gray, which usually relies on a controller. But he needed to get busy, to act, or at least the illusion of action.

... The bar door opened, what was happening quite often: a client leaned against the counter and turned the lever on the slot machines.

Exit the bedroom and not rientraci more until after lunch.
massed quickly leaves behind the big pot on the terrace.
Time is short (truism). Wake
girls so that they arrive at the table with his eyes bleary.
Refuse to prepare breakfast and established firm with air which is now lunch time, and that Holy Jeez! The next time you wake up first (be careful with the use of the subjunctive at this time, could not understand).

If necessary add a little 'water mussels filtered (as above) to the cuttlefish and artichokes.
Put the pot of pasta with plenty of water on the fire bigger.
unit on the terrace for 4 people.
Ciccillo The bowl is in (he does not deserve).

Ciccina Accept that all sweaty back, without you, with a pleasant jog with a peck on the droplets of the upper lip. Do not be must-see while you cleanse your mouth.
regulate traffic access to the bathroom played by two girls pissed (it's always like that, I do not know why) by the athlete and Olympic.
In the kitchen, on the sly, dry the sweat from his brow and smile, smile always.
Even if you are alone, so as not to lose the habit. Maybe those come
"Seriously?

With a firm voice, loud and clear to ask (the house): "Are you ready? I throw the dough? "
Remain calm, and above all do not pick the provocations.
After you were baptized.
freshly boiled linguine tossed (not in the toilet where you'd like, but in boiling water and salt when boiling).
Add a tablespoon of oil in water (to prevent them from sticking).
Turn the dough occasionally.
Fate "Ohm" in exhalation, and drink a drop of cool white to defuse but remember that alcoholism is the scourge of domestic third millennium and it is not clear why.
that you understand you do not tell not so much because no one believes it, but what a beautiful family you are!?
is useless, your hobbies are cooking and reading, you're a bear alone, there is no way to escape, do not do sports, movie sleeping, "Who is the cause of his pain, crying himself."
you come screaming beast, afraid that get hurt.
not dramatized beyond measure, take a more droplets, in the end have survived so far.
Give a soccer friendly Ciccillo continues to purr indifferent to the cataclysm taking place in services and attached to this house.
It makes me rage.
See for your sins: you have the wrong time, everyone. Repeat
"Who is the cause of His pain, crying himself. "
Convince yourself that it's true.
Turn under the cuttlefish and artichokes and drain the linguine al dente, throw it in the pan and add the mussels and, optionally, a little 'cooking water (also filtered, but I tell you to do?).
Wail like a beast possessed: "Are you ready to eat!"
Do the dishes, you find that you have not, as usual, first photographed the ingredients and anger can only document a half-empty pan.
But anyhow.


After lunch stop at a coffee bar at the Liberty (by implication: last refuge for those who have seen all the colors and aspires only to oblivion ).

Chapter 7: "Above all, we do not want grits!"
Annoyed, Maigret stood up and went personally to the bar to prevent any movement by the two women.

... "Above all, we do not want trouble." In the lobby, the inspector
Boutigues was drinking in the company of a port director. Bei tasting glasses, large, crystal carved! And the bottle at your fingertips!

PUNCH OF JADE MORSILLO

Scusatemi, ora ho il treno per Orvieto.
Alla prossima.

Skin Fungus That Isnt Healing

What does a poem with the food-blogging?

Niente, è chiaro.
Ma l’ho appena letta, mi è piaciuta moltissimo ed ho pensato di condividerla con i miei … compagni di merenda (cioè VOI).
Ma in fondo forse qualcosa c’entra con questa piccola arte del cucinare/accudire.
Almeno per me.
Mia madre è stata la mia maestra (l’unica, dunque la più grande) di cucina e di altro.
In fondo in fondo, se sono qui a raccontarvi quattro storielle romanzate è … per colpa sua.
Prendetevela con lei.
PS: I hope not to harm (unintentionally) the rights and sensibilities of some, but if I did enough to indicate, thanks.
Happy weekend to all.

***

The dream of the mother

If you're watching a mother who sleeps in a chair in any

winter afternoon with the TV turned off temporarily

and at home the imperative of peace

reached a family history,

stay there, do not you go

and cover it with a shawl.

Stefano Dal Bianco

Planaval Return (Knopf)

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Best Beginner Racquet 2010

The Consequences of Love, in other words, it sounds like: Fried stuffed


C’era una volta una casa, di famiglia, chiusa da tanti anni che bisognava andare a visitare, a riaprire per risolvere tanti piccoli problemi che negli anni si erano cumulati.
Quale occasione migliore di un lungo ponte?
Quale?
E via, siamo partiti Ciccina, io e il desso, con la nostra mitica Saxò (1.100 cavalli di razza) alla volta di terre lontane.

Dove siamo stati?

i giocattoli di Ciccina (non amava le bambole, strana, eh?)

After crossing the Apennines, the air smelled of Vasto (maybe FDZ was cooking its new dishes and locally caught invited us to lunch? Nothing), and finally arrived at home after more or less, 4 Oretta.
premise (you will know) that laziness is my forte, but the show (with all due respect) it was devastating.
do not know if you've never reopened an abandoned house?!
course, heating, hot water and cooking gas needless to talk about it. The moisture penetrates malignant bone and the layer of dust on which you walk you get (I swear I'm not exaggerating) ankles.
dead insects and cobwebs welcome you spectral, sheets and towels smell like mildew. So
I suffered a lack.
Ciccina, seeing my despair, as it is practical and beautiful, it was immediately put to work, ensuring survival for the night and dust, shake, shake, take in a suitcase, retrieves square feet, throws DDT, gets a quadrilateral 12 square meters suitable to the task.
say a little 'as the story of Davy Crockett to Fort Alamo besieged by Mexicans.
So we got good buzz (they say so?) At work, each in their own specialty and 48 hours in the house was habitable (or almost).
Ciccillo worked much cleaner.

I've finally read the instruction manual of the machine Photo (not everything) and I did a little 'experience.



But I became a great expert in BBQ.

And I could just look around in astonishment I learned the beauty of the area. There is also the sea (photo left a tab).

But not enough! We also granted recreation and exploration.

In a raid we went to Ascoli Piceno, a charming town of Marche, the third edition of "Italian Fried." A delightful town, but cloaked in the smell of fried ... (What else?).
short, a Unity Day (do not know if you have any) in the donuts and varied. There were stand
Abruzzo (fried cheese), Alto Adige (donuts, etc..) Campania (panzarotti and zeppoline), Emilia Romagna (fried cake, etc..) Marche (from owner, freshly caught fried fish and fried stuffed ), Piemonte (Piedmont Joint), Sicily (arancine, fritters, Sicilian cuddridedda, cannoli [finished]), Toscana (Tuscan mixed) and "world food" India (samosa, pakora mix, gulab), Morocco (brewas sweet and savory , scebbakie), Peru (chicarron, Broaster chicken, etc..), Portugal (pasteis de bacalhau [damn it was over!] pataniscas, etc..) Slovak Republic (encian, palačinky).
I would say that the stand was the most popular Sicilian. Large Japanese tempura
absences (there was a conference explanatory [but as they say? You do the fried?]), The fried artichoke the Roman ghetto (personal opinion) and felafel (or falafel ) . There was a
... Vinea Piceno with some regional wines (red, large), Tuscany (Chianti is as good as ever while the Sangiovese less convincing [de gustibus ...]), lacked the wines of South Tyrol clear that perhaps the best fried to be married, too bad.
But the greatest sin was to drink in paper cups.

launch a crusade against the paper cup, those who follow me?
(Once I was in Frankfurt for an exhibition of wines of the Rhine [really delicious], where the companies they gave you to drink a shot glass with their logo and you leave a deposit.
If you get back the money given otherwise preserved I remember the glass.
We are divided by 18 glasses. This is civilization!)
So let's stand we needed to rest and hospitality in a nice bar in Piazza del Popolo (bellissima!) to drink a great beer (for the record a San Miguel).
The night heartburn that I will not tell you.
enough, I do not have age Holiday Unit and I have not even stomach (or liver?). And to think I had 2-3
addresses of restaurants, "big big"! May 1

course we can not go shopping and then return home, we were able to start a new section of this blog: The Consequences of Love.
mean?
dishes that come from other dishes, remnants short, the art of recycling or the "empty-fridge."
The dish tonight is a consequence (fantastic, almost better than the original) of the famous Spaghetti garlic and oil. Rightfully belongs to the author of False because of the series can be make an omelette without breaking eggs?
In Naples you can.

The omelette

scammer scammer, who was he or she? Or was it?

a) is a scammer industrious village of Ariano Irpino (AV) where there was a memory of the hens that forced people into a long winter, to develop an alternative cuisine;
b) Aureliana scammer was a nasty neighbor across from my mother that remained without eggs and not wanting to borrow, invented to spite the legendary omelet (later copied in spite of my mother)
c) Skammeri Albanian was my nanny, so poor that he only knew the goats, as know, do not le uova;
d) Ska era il cuoco di bordo di una nave vichinga che, accortosi di aver dimenticato di comprare le uova prima di imbarcarsi, piuttosto che farsi decapitare, ingegnò questo piatto portentoso ma purtroppo gli venne bruciacchiato, allora il prode capitano Eron Kiapp lo fece buttare a mare (insieme alla frittata), rimase nella mitologia norrena in quanto la vedetta dell’albero maestro, vedendolo a bagno gridò: Ska a mer!;
e) Miss Mary Skam era una simpatica e cicciotella dietista del St. Mary Hospital di Oxford impegnata a diffondere i benefici connessi alla dieta mediterranea e amante dei (paesi) latini. Provò grande sconcerto quando, proprio lei, risultò ipercolesterolemica ad un normale controllo del sangue made virtue of necessity and then obtaining his brief moment of fame (in some Neapolitan families);
f) Other,.


Ingredients (for 2 plates of spaghetti and garlic-oil tonight 4 servings of cake tomorrow)
Vermicelli 500 grams.
black Gaeta olives 200 gr.
Capers 70-100 gr.
salted anchovies 4-5
pepper to taste. (It takes) 2-3 cloves garlic

flavorful extra virgin olive oil 6 tablespoons parsley

Sale (pochissimo!)

proceed because I'm getting hungry.
Spaghetti garlic and oil there are endless variations, all good, with nuts with the bread crumbs (the home made) with the artichokes with seafood (of course), with the tomatoes and so on. etc..!
So at least one third of Neapolitan cuisine takes off from this base.
tonight's recipe is as Puttanesca is the gricia all'amatriciana .
Rinse and pit the olives, capers and chop desalted with a little parsley.
Put 4 tbsp oil in a frying pan enough to get the spaghetti at the right time.
fry garlic, anchovies and chilli, when golden remove them (the anchovies are disappearing) and add the mince.
Gradually add hot in a few minutes, stirring with a spatula and set aside a few tablespoons of seasoning. In
plenty of water (a little) salt cook the noodles until al dente (I have them cooked for 9-10 'instead of the 14 listed on the package, just to understand), drain and sauté briefly in a pan add the remaining parsley.
yourself, topped with two tablespoons of seasoning that you put aside and eat quietly at the table because the anxiety is bad.
keep the rest of the dough in the fridge.



Next day: grease the already known mitilus pan with the remaining two tablespoons of oil, the dough well massed, close, place a hack to slope and cook over low heat, rotating the pan on oblique 'hack.
Dopo circa 15’ girate e ripetete la rotazione per altri 10. Deve risultare croccante fuori e morbida dentro.
Prima di affettarla aspettate che si raffreddi un po’.
Guten appetit!