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Brownie Cheesecake

L'hanno fatto tutti... e io chi sono, la taralla della situazione? :-D

Ecco dunque a voi la mia versione ;-)


Per il brownie al cioccolato:

200 g ciccolato fondente
50 g burro
50 g farina
50 g zucchero
2 cucchiaini di lievito per dolci
2 uova


Fondere insieme burro e cioccolato e lascir intiepidire. Montare le due uova intere con lo zucchero, unirle al composto di cioccolato e setacciarvi la farina col lievito.


Per il cheesecake:

250 g di ricotta
250 g di mascarpone
1 uovo
2 cucchiai
flour 3 tablespoons sugar 1 teaspoon of vanilla extract



Place the egg, sugar and vanilla, then add the ricotta and mascarpone and stir well.
Grease a baking dish and pour two spoonfuls of mixture, alternating colors. Bake at 180 degrees for 20 minutes should remain soft and not completely dry.

What was? In mez'ora they have disappeared 3 / 4, judge for yourself:-D

The picture I could not do it, but I found one online that makes it perfectly the idea of \u200b\u200bhow I came :-)
Thanks to
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Daisies Stresa

Daniel goes wild for pastry, and last night the super sweet eyes had a package of canestrelli .. ARE NEVER SAID I go away for five days leaving him with cookies phony! So after dinner I started work ^ __ ^
A huge THANK YOU to Pinella for these delightful daisies, light, delicate ... a dream!

Ingredients:


250 g butter 120 g icing sugar
the grated rind of 1 / 2 lemon

a pinch of salt 4 egg yolks of hard boiled egg, finely chopped and sieved
200 grams of starch potatoes (I had not, I used frumina)
200 grams of flour 00

icing sugar to decorate Method



Cut the butter into cubes and let stand at least half an hour, should be soft but not melted. Meanwhile tone up the yolks dipping into the water in full boil and cook for 5 minutes (the whites I freeze them to use them for other preparations). Working quickly with a fork the butter and sugar, then mix the egg yolks and sifted a pinch of salt. Sift together flour and starch and fold the mixture, adding lemon zest. Work all too quickly to not heat the mixture, then let rest in refrigerator for half an hour. Then spread it high enough and cut it with the special molds, bake at 180 for no more than 10 minutes, the daisies I have to be just golden and still Morbidini.
Cool and snow with powdered sugar. Simply ... divine :-)

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I found this recipe a couple of months ago and I was curious to try it, so yesterday I took the opportunity of a dinner invitation to venture. It is a cake of great effect! For the recipe and I refer you to the execution of marble site where you can find some photos of the step-by-step. I just added a decoration made with caramel

:-) Unfortunately the digital download and the phone was not done justice dept-__-

And here's my sweet magic

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Ho spulciato un po' di ricette per cercare una torta di mele che non contenesse burro, visto che intendevo regalarla ai suoceri che devono stare attenti al colesterolo :-)

Ingredienti:

3 mele
3 uova
300 g di farina 00
200 g di zucchero
100 g di olio di semi
1/2 bustina di lievito
una spolverata di cannella
1/2 limone
zucchero a velo per guarnire


Procedimento:

Tagliare le mele a tocchetti e spruzzarle col limone. Sbattere le uova intere con lo zucchero, quindi aggiungervi l'olio e setacciarvi la farina col lievito e la cannella. Incorporare le mele e versare in una tortiera (imburrata e infarinata se non antiaderente). Cuocere per 25-30 minuti a 180°. Quando é fredda, spolverizzarla con zucchero a velo. Semplicissima :-)

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poolish

Ricetta presa da Kucinare , il risultato é un'ottima pizza al piatto "alla napoletana", migliore di molte di quelle che si trovano in giro! Consigliata caldamente :-)



Ingredienti per il poolish:

100 g di farina manitoba
100 g di acqua
1 g di lievito di birra

Preparare il poolish mescolando tutti gli ingredienti and let rise for at least 6 hours (perfect all night) to 20 degrees

Ingredients for the dough:

0 or 300 g of flour 140 g water 00


2 teaspoons salt 4 g of yeast Beer

poolish Mix with the ingredients of the dough and let rise 45 minutes, form balls (with these doses are 2 large pizza or two normal and one small) and lasciarel rise again for 4-5 hours at 20 degrees . Roll out the pizza, season and cook in oven for pizza for about 4 minutes or 6-8 minutes in regular oven preheated to 250 degrees.

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"I read the newspapers and are in a good mood, they are self-declared publicly"



It is said that every people has the government it deserves. And perhaps a bit Berlusconi Italians' they deserve it. But why do I deserve it too! I would be ashamed to be Italian now, but why? OBSCENE that thing does not represent me. Damn!

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I was not sure that the Americans could really believe in CHANGE. And instead.
What a day to remember.

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Lasagne cream of pumpkin and smoked

Another recipe prepared for Halloween, the doses are totally thumb, sorry! :-)

Ingredients: Chopped


baked pumpkin 1 onion sauce

nutmeg
smoked
fresh pasta for lasagna parmesan


Preparation:

Cut the onion into pieces and fry in hot oil. Add the pumpkin and spice until it has dried a bit '. Prepare the white sauce flavored with nutmeg and plenty of grit. Incorporate some 'cream of pumpkin to color the sauce slightly. Compose the lasagna: Spread a layer of sauce on bottom of pan, then a layer of pasta, white sauce, cream of pumpkin, grated smoked cheese, grain, and so on. Finish with white sauce, smoked cheese and Parmesan cheese and bake at 180 degrees for 40 minutes.

really delicate and delicious :-)

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Witch Fingers

macabre cakes for Halloween!
recipe taken from giallozafferano , I must say that has terrified everybody! Someone has eaten with your eyes closed:-D

Ingredients: Butter *



* 100 gr flour 280 gr

* baking powder 1 teaspoon powdered



* Salt * 1 pinch
Hen eggs 1 medium



* Vanilla sugar * 1 packet

100 gr icing


... to garnish


whole blanched almonds *
* Jam
clear (peaches, apricots, oranges, etc. ....) qb





Procedure:

In a large bowl place the flour, cold butter cut into pieces the egg, powdered sugar, vanilla, salt and yeast, mix the ingredients into the bowl until a ball, then continue to knead on a pastry board until the dough is smooth and homogeneous.

Got the dough for the cookies, divide it into pieces weighing about 27-30 grams each, to obtain 20-22 pieces.
Knead each piece with the palms turned it into a stick about 10-12 cm in length, shaped knuckles thinning the dough just before and after them, then lightly with a boxcutter rigatele the smooth blade.
On the top of the fingers, Lie down a blanched almonds, pressing gently, to act as a nail, the witches' fingers lying on a baking pan lined with parchment paper, leaving a gap between one and the other about 3 cm.
Bake cookies at 180 ° C in preheated oven for about 20-25 minutes, then remove the fingers of the witch and let them cool.
Once cooled, surely you will notice that some will come off the top of almond biscuit: to fix them more firmly, dip the part of the almond, which rested on the cookie in the cookie jar, and then reposition it in the original place. Let dry and fingers of the witch will be ready to be enjoyed!

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The house is almost in place, I'm back ^ __ ^
Meanwhile ...

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A white balloon

Here. Finally, Lily was a ghost again. Transparent enough to get through the things without necessarily having to show suffering, while maintaining the property or of the facts reflected an inconsistent floating for a short time. Not be touched was an exercise in denial that it was survival. It was the inevitable precariousness of her state of ghost. Few believe in ghosts, and many, however, prefer to believe not to have around, to avoid having to admit not knowing how to deal with fears. Moreover, since childhood we are taught to sleep peacefully, without thinking you have monsters under the bed. Lily now, in the same way, tried the only possible contact with those wires on the network, high above his head, rather than following in his head, the threads of his thoughts. The threads of his thoughts dispersed in the air as something that is knotted and not connecting. If these wires had touched the ground instead of staying in the air, they would find land and would grow a really big tree under which to rest like a child who has defeated all of his monsters, which has nothing to fear. But the ghosts do not find rest.

Perhaps there was nothing there where it seemed that there was anything that moved. Perhaps there was only magnified by the moonlight shadow, already guilty of the moon, which was so great in heaven to look like a white ball suspended in the infinite, tickled by the tips of the cypress trees just for a game of perspective. Maybe there was a child lost, that not even Peter Pan had found. Or maybe it was music that was not his time. He was paralyzed a dance on a stage too small. It was the air between the leaves of a tree cut off before he could touch the sky. The fact is, not knowing what it was, and that history had been widely publicized, perhaps it would be better to look to their shoulders and say that there was nothing there before. Or perhaps, a few steps forward, one could also take that child by the hand and dance throughout the world, following the music that melts his notes as if there were no other music can. Delete the question of existence by opening their eyes and stop denying and deny life. Because you only live once and time goes by, not only of course, but deeply inside you. It is not true that we change, we remain the same, giving each other life occasions. Just get close, reach out and touching to know as children and the blind. A delicate gesture, which has the sole care not to hurt and not injured.

Lily fell to the ground, still tied to the thread of the story he had just read about a spider's web. His thoughts still sbrezzavano in a vacuum, but they seemed to have found a direction of wind-blown. Like a white balloon in the sky that moves not by chance. Like a white balloon that is perhaps the moon. A white balloon that stands out bright in the night, of which just can not deny its existence.

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A dinner with the usual faces


The sky often changes appearance this season in the world above the sky of asphalt. The uncertainty is natural, not surprised there. And it is as if, despite human efforts to compose a social order, and finally artificial artificial, nature is reclaiming its chaotic development in what does not belong. The order falls apart in the precariousness and insecurity, losing the daily safety reports of any kind. And it is almost absurd to think that something you can say 'unlimited' provide security. And indeed so, do you always feel attached to a kick ass. It is even more strange, therefore, to say that those high school classmates have not changed. But one can really say, at least for those who were there for dinner last Friday. And Michael (McCain), to which a few days after a child is born, said it was as if we had found after a month's holiday, reopening the school, now unfettered and without embarrassment to tell us what we had together.
Lily And this time the stories had them and have heard far from the network. And the stories they knew to China, television sets and two hours of door to children who read books and fathers who wish to be Joiners each time they enter the office, partisan battles to tell their students as in the theater, daughters that emerge out of fifteen days (allowing moon), who are married to sisters dressed in white and they move almost in Mexico, company cars that come apart going / coming to / from Milan, you do so the snail Bunch @ of mothers who teach their daughters to get on the chair to be self-reliant and take on their own things that are in high, Roma and choose to live there because yes, a tomboyish girl with golden curls of beautiful, every time I see someone in tobacco. I was there and I'm the librarian because I have a new home and a cat. I do not paint anymore because there is bell. Drawing a bit 'and I write. Even on this blog. We are here and we will resist, because we have not changed.
And Lily, for an evening, was no longer a ghost.

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autumn has arrived! Return

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2 weeks of leave are few. But perhaps even two months would not be enough .. I would not do that much traveling, seeing new places, learn different habits. Well, here you have to become millionaires. Suggestions? ;-)
The good news is that by the end of month moves into our new home. We're not in the skin, after 2 years in a tiny two-room furnished evil. You can bet that I sbizarriró in the kitchen! For now, I still peek at your recipes and mark the ones to try. Welcome back everyone:)

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All ... another toast:-D

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Travelling at night ...

... and off the train at dawn.

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At least a greeting ...

I have to leave! Alf does not find anything else to read
incognito ;-) It is just a period "somewhat well." There is nothing that really do not go, but an overwhelming feeling of not having any control of my time and not being able to do nothing, absolutely nothing, of what I want. There is time only for what "I". And that depresses me a bit. A little bit long. Okay, it will pass.

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The Raven of the Red Giant Pussy

Here, even under the sky was the summer asphalt. Even the ghost of Lily was unaware that the crossing was less dense than air, there was no sign of moisture, and its caressing warmth seemed to give the impression that the blood still flowed in his veins. Rose as lightly as if it were a balloon, accompanied by butterflies and reached a golden thread that shone like wheat in the sun. Who knows what story he could tell a yarn so fine, he would have thought Lily. But the ghosts do not think, just remember the ghosts.

Along the road leading alla città c'era un campo di grano di cui non si vedeva la fine e sembrava quasi che semplicemente, ad un certo punto, diventasse cielo e risalisse a contornare le nuvole, come un'onda azzurra e anomala. Il gatto scovava i topi nel grano, girando per tutto quel campo, e così passava la giornata. Qualche cornacchia temeraria, che se ne infischiava di quella faccia da pirla dello spaventapasseri, talvolta pagava l'ardire tra le zampe del gatto. E il gatto era ben contento che non ci fossero solo i topi. Perché i topi lo annoiavano. I piccoli topi grigi di campagna, che proprio così grigi avrebbero potuto prendere la metropolitana ogni mattina, ventiquattrore in pugno, per raggiungere una stanza dove la luce arrivava soltanto dal neon. 'Ché sun, rain, blue skies, white clouds and dark as lead they would never seen by those under the glass ceiling, sealed and zozzerie stucco, sandblasted smoke, dust and sweat. And the cat, not only to kill her boredom, paw the end of the mice. There was one crow, one that croaked most of all, which seemed to spit in the face to the world their cry, wheat and even the cat. As he was black, shiny feathers in the sun, it was smart or lucky, one crow always eluded him and went away shouting derision that seemed to spread all over the field, far field, at some point, it seemed that simply become sky and the clouds rose up again to wrap like a wave blue and anomalous. A days, in which the grain appeared to have taken the form of so many great filters of cigarettes smoked by a giant cat, with long sight and discovered that the grain was gone, he saw the crow from a distance and went to meet , the most arrogant of her. But where was the giant? Its passage was clear in the cat, the form it had taken the grain and the appearance of crow croaked the horizon so strong that it seems so close when he was still far away. Yes, because that was the crow of the Giant and we had the audacity to cry so much derision. The existence of the giant was known to the cat, had been raccontanta the point of death from a gray mouse that he had legs and was thrown in his face with his last breath, like a curse that he would be showered on him sooner or later, because the gray mice delegate always revenge. And then, when the cat saw the hooded feared the arrival of the Giant as the arrival of the end of his days. And if that day was going to crow so bold, it was because he did not want that death is announced, but it's raining on me like a sudden storm, a clear sky. The cat was not like are the gray mice, who put his own death, as his life in the hands of someone bigger than them. And what he liked, the cat, was that the giant was buried with him in its footprint, even the small gray mice who always ran to the field as if they had something important to do in a part of the city where the subway does not reach. And they did not have time. Indeed, as if time was already over. As if the giant had already arrived.

The butterflies disappeared suddenly around the balloon. Lily had read another story of the infinite network that occupied his sky like a cloud fringed by high pressure of the summer weather. Lily was now just a ghost, with his memories.

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Welcome!



arrives today at the home of the Red Micia Bri '! :)

Yes, a cat lives with me Saturday called Beer ... :)

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For my amiga Ely

Tu sai perché.
Tu sai chi c'è.
Sei la mia amiga.
Sei la mia più grande amiga.
Qua, per te, da oggi c'è Bufalo Bill.

:) Bri' (solo per te Giannino)

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The dog near the door

Lily, finalmente, riuscì a staccarsi dal suo mondo trasparente, dove le cose non avevano consistenza e ci si poteva passare attraverso senza che niente ti toccasse.
I giorni erano volati
come coriandoli soffiati dal tempo, che alla fine fanno mucchio con la
polvere. Lily aveva il cuore pesante come un secolo di guerre, ma riuscì
a volare verso la network and still find a page,

as a white flag, which was to surface a story to read.

There was a light in the sky that promised to open umbrellas, sketches of the city on their shoes wet and soles that mark the homecoming at the door. The sky would fall out the window, collapses like the screen of a computer infected by the silence of all reasoning. The dog was waiting for the boss and his smell mingled with the rain. The dog was waiting without thinking. There was a fly flying around the room and it seemed were circling the death. There was a rug under the table in the parlor and shut curtains at any time of day. There was something about the kitchen fire that had extinguished the fire spitting and sizzling like lava from a volcano. There was a newspaper read by a few days and some days resting on a chair, gather up the crumbs of food that were blown from the tablecloth, when it was time to clear the table. The dog was waiting without thinking. The fly had stopped on the little TV on and was even turned on the light over the stove. There was the smell of gas, getting stronger. The dog was waiting without thinking, and sleep came. And the lady was already asleep, he was dropped with a thud a few feet from the phone. The fly was now on the ground, in the glow of the small TV that was reflected on the floor. The dog waited, and came to sleep. When the owner returned with the shoes clean and dry soil, even the rain did not fall (the light of heaven do not always keep promises). And the dog did not sleep. The dog was near the door and moves the tail, driving another hour to sleep that would find him later in life (perhaps near the door).


Lily went back to his inconsistency, the inconsistency between the rest. Like a moon that lights work until a light bulb and switch the power supply.

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and who moves. The fact is that they are tired. I wake up tired in the morning and I drag myself up tired in the evening. Will the weather be? But yes, we use this excuse. Zzzzz ....

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The Pope wants to tell her? Well, it's just that it can do. But what is not right, is that the Italian government should bow, pull out the tongue and please him. Italy should not conform to Catholic thought. Must be a state based on profound moral values, and leave the choice to believe and individual an opportunity to comply with the thought of religion or that of his own conscience. 194 The law does not oblige women to have abortions. 194 The law allows women who find themselves in a situation so delicate and serious to be taken into account abortion, to make a choice that is never an easy way out, but a deep wound that never heals. The Pope wants to ban the Italian women, even non-Catholic, to have the opportunity to make a choice as painful. Now I ask Catholics: there seems to behave right? Christian?

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Camilla

Wandering among the usual blog, do not even remember most about what .. I found a call to Camilla, 5 years of a child suffering from serious illnesses that require specialized care and expensive that it is not possible in Italy, but only in the USA.
I leave you the link to the blog that the parents have created for you, ask for help for their little star ... And I very much hope that their dreams can become reality.

http://www.camillalastellachebrilla.it/

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Women flower and vegetable women

" Facciamocene a reason. Men are more fortunate.

They can keep the hair,

to grow a mustache,

be disheveled as the Yeti,

look at each other and keep talking while they pee in urinals stations

and even exude as much milk cheese seasoned Battipaglia because the man has to stink.

And Bergamot.
For us it is the opposite.

always up to us to be pussies.

Helmets the world.

But one must possess to be such a skill essential
not suffer the cold.

I personally can not do it.

I hold the duvet in bed until mid-August,

think if I can resist dressed like a rolled veal shoulder straps only.

do I even grow my hair because I suffer the cold ears ...

Yet there are women who travel with miniskirts high come cerotti

e salvabuchi copricapezzolo anche nei gior­ni della merla.

O hanno il sangue freddo come i pitoni reticolati o una copertura antibiotica perenne.

E agli uo­mini piacciono da matti.

Vanno pazzi per quelle vestite solo di rossetto che agli incroci fanno fermare le macchi­ne perché le scambiano per semafori.

Quelle sono le tipi­che donne fiore.

Sì. Perché esistono due tipi di donne.

Women flower and vegetable women.

The flower women are beautiful.

Extraordinarily beautiful.

Elegant and full of style to suck.

should be looked at and admired.

Tap little else fail.

If the dissolution of aspirin nell'acqua durano di più.

Da lontano sembrano profumatissime,

ma se le annusi spesso non sanno di niente.

Però,

qualunque sia l'occa­sione,

fanno sempre una gran bella figura.

E poi ci sono le donne verdura.

Che non sono tanto bel­le,

ma danno sapore.

There are women celery, pale and lanky,

those fennel, low and round,

women sweet potato, you can keep for years in the kitchen and even the toothpicks and plant them on they sprout the same.

Women vegetables they know something.

Always.

Some are even an aphrodisiac.

If we add to the pot, keep the taste and last for years.

Those flower

when wither

are only sadness. "

- Littizzetto Luciana," The Princess and the Pea " Mondadori, Milan, 2002 -