You know when you put in motion a machine not just been built:-D after a night sleeping rough in the heart of 'winter? It may happen that turns on the first try, but it's more likely you will need several attempts. At the beginning so does a spit-spit and off, then spit-spit last a bit 'longer and finally, if you have patience and perseverance (or if you absolutely must go to work that morning), the machine turns on and the engine roars triumphantly, in the the crushing weight of our foot on the accelerator a bit 'more to do not turn off, as if afraid to unplug the respirator.
See, my charm works exactly the same way. I mean, you know?
Here, however, be a premise. My fascination has always worked great with men twenty years older than me, exactly the age that I do not care. Sometimes it worked well with men much younger than me, that girl I was interested in even less, because these are minors or adults only, and now it is less problematic, but within certain limits.
short, all this to tell that the engine of my charm, I thought that after years dead and buried, is doing some shyly spit-spit. It is not yet fully operational, it is clear, but some faint signs of life is beginning to give it.
The first signs have taken place last January 6 last year, traditionally with the friends we make on the Befane Calata Genoa, organized by the indefatigable Alessandra . We are for an aperitif, chatter and laughter, then all the tubs at the restaurant where we expect a meal exquisitely prepared by Chef Corrado Carpi, then we move to the home of Alex gives us the coup de grace with some its wonders (among other things, this year there were kisses Courtesan), then you go home.
Then on January 6 in the late afternoon, I accommodated on the Genoa-Milan train back home, and I promptly fell asleep. My sleep was punctuated by many micro awakenings caused by my neighbor across the mobile phone, a boy under 30 years close romanaccio spoke: "They are annato circumspect 'a lot ... ecchettedevodì is vintage as vintage ... Eccerto, so' ssur train, I will 'ddu hours between arrival mmezza ...". Arrived in Milan romanaccio asked me how to get "a co Ccascina Hump 'to' meters', so I told him to come with me, I went in the same direction. Two words exchanged and the time to get on the train asked me if we could "vedecce quarche vvolta and bBER quarcosa 'nzieme. The request took me off guard but I was saved from the subway: it was not mine, he had to go that were in the aspects and there was no time to exchange phone numbers.
I had completely forgotten the episode until last night, returning from work. I have an hour's subway before arriving at the office and uses it to read. I climb on the bus that would take me home - are currently the only passenger - as I always greet the driver and he told me: "In my experience of women (!) Where they always have a book in hand means that I'm single. "
I looked up, surprise, and that Qquesto vvòle? And since the love of reading is an indicator of lonely hearts? It 'exactly at that moment that I was back in mind the incident of January 6 and I told myself that at least age as we were approaching.
spit-spit-spit ...
am confident that between now and year-end engine is going in full swing, I'll keep you updated. :-D
Another recipe from past editions of ' MTChallenge for a simple reason: as a rule in January, I eat a lot of cabbage and the wonderful recipes from the various participants have enticed me further, but could not publish at the time verzifere my preparations for obvious reasons (but I assure you are not completely live up to yours), I go to old glories of the past.
MINI HEART SOFT JAPANESE CHEESECAKE PISTACHIO
"But I coulis I'm forced to put on him? I could not put it in? "
This was wondering, while the zebra cake in the oven and I was preparing the ganache.
said than done here is my second proposal for the MT Challenge No 3, with a few minor variations of procedure.
For 5 cakes made with disposable cupcake molds:
80 g Philadelphia
2 eggs 40 g milk 35 g butter
35 g self raising flour
6 g wheat starch
40 g sugar 1 teaspoon lemon juice
seeds ½ vanilla bean
For the pistachio heart:
300 g milk 50 g pistachio paste *
a spoonful of wheat starch
2 tablespoons sugar
half vanilla bean seeded
a pinch of salt
* I bought in Sicily in the form of bread, similar to what is used to make almond milk, was destined to milk pistachio. You can substitute whipping cream with pistachio nuts unsalted deprived of their skins, and grind into a cream.
Prepare the heart of pistachio :
Heat the milk with a piece of vanilla bean seeded: the flavor remains but is less intense. Dissolve the pistachio paste, starch and sugar and put on the fire, stirring constantly until a thick cream. Let it cool and put the cream in a silicone mold from 24 hemispheres, which will subsequently be put in the freezer.
The creamy sauce I got palliduccio color, too bad: I would have preferred a deeper green.
Prepare the cakes:
Grease the muffin cups, disposable and preheat the oven to 160 ° C.
Dissolve in water bath Philadelphia, butter and milk, resulting in a smooth creamy sauce.
Allow to cool slightly and add egg yolks, lemon juice, flour and starch, sifted together, salt and half the sugar, mixing well.
Beat the egg whites with the remaining sugar mixture and combine it with delicacy.
Pour into baking cups, each 3 tablespoons of dough, then lay over a scoop of pistachio cream frozen obtained by joining two hemispheres, and over this pour one tablespoon of dough.
Put in the oven by placing the cups in a pan with water that arrives at a height of two fingers, and bake for 30 minutes.
Garnish with a dusting of cocoa and a bit of chopped pistachios.
With this recipe to participate Catherine Contest, Green gold of Sicily.
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