Lump Between The Penis And Anus

 

 

Evviva!!!! Siamo ancora a metà strada ma il peggio è fatto.
Natale is over!!!!
Era ora.
Come sintesi amorevole di quanto i recenti giorni di letizia hanno suscitato in me ho scelto i biscottini “di vetro”, degnamente rappresentati da un paio di esemplari tra i più stortini usciti dal forno (i meglio sono stati distribuiti ai corsi) e adornato all’uopo con pendant di nastrino stropicciato (ma rosso natalizio). Questo meraviglioso e decorativo (quanto immangiabile) biscottino ha monopolizzato prime copertine e paginoni delle riviste culinarie di dicembre, la sezione festiva dei libri di cucina usciti in questi giorni nonché diversi blog. È un semplice dolcino fatto con pasta frolla ed un cuore di caramella dura, potete immaginare: una vera delizia!! Se opportunamente utilizzato per il decoro dell’albero potrebbe essere servito arricchito di polvere ma se tenuto in ambienti caldi riserva amare sorprese. Qualcuno infatti si sarà ritrovato a pulire caramella fusa e squanta e cercare di tirar via l’infame pallottola appiccicosa dal pavimento o, peggio, dalla tovaglia della festa.

Bene, spente candeline e campanelle, finita The long, excruciating wait of the magical night and neutralized all Babbini natalini completes its good intentions, thrown in the trash the useless shopping lists and discontinued operations (almost) endless chains are now greeting the recriminations begin. Almost no one has spent Christmas that he wanted or hoped, and many have suffered exactly the Christmas feared. So, between those who snuffed it and who is holding her belly too full, there is still someone who rejoices. They are the ones that have made it, those who managed to hide in time el'hanno escaped.
And now ... anyway ... it's over for everyone.
I think it will end soon also highly intelligent services of the tg Gift Shop smarter and more morons on the recycling of gifts, that really does not follow any more.
As for me I can say ... ... ... it's over. And since I have always a plus and I do not miss anything while being among those who are slyly inguattati (almost) completely, I can still boast a nice present wrong. Virtually the only one that I have received so far and that (as is normal) I bought on its own. And I was wrong ... ... .. but after extensive discussions and reviewed.
now proudly possess a goose down comforter superfine suitable for freezing cold in Rome is not reached even sleeping with the window wide open, as indeed, I have to do. If at the end of winter I will not have earned a pneumonia can at least boast of having a new duvet and stuffed with goose feathers of the coolest of the firmament and a brilliance equal to the geese themselves.

peeking between the hometown that I have rolled out around I got the impression that raffles and large family gatherings are not as common as it once was and Christmas seems destined mainly to large eat and sleep as great watching television, family members gathered in small circles.
not sleep in front of the TV at Christmas, it seems almost impossible given the bold programming and the unforgettable film that one hundred and two years are continuously replicated. I slept a lot and my skin has drawn considerable benefit now, after the holidays, I look like a Pulselli.
With some investment in Malox I was able to digest some success with the course of lunches and dinners but also the TV commercial of the year, especially on the one announcing the Pooh and when I heard one of Pooh "... I think we were a group ... ... "that WE HAVE BEEN ???????? Despite everything, I fell asleep and serenity but also when I wake up I felt the Son of Pooh said: "... .. The Pooh is a band that have changed ... ...." The language Italian, in effect, would compel us to respect the rules absurd, bold twists on the subjunctive, and even persecute us with plural and singular that most of the other languages \u200b\u200bdo not possess. A real atrocities. And I tell you now, 2011 will be no different.
Street: Malox, change the channel and another snoring.

Spend a few hours of rest it will soon open a new phase: that of the financial statements and charts of the best and the worst of last year. Then the list of resolutions for the new year, almost useless and boring as the series of clever gifts and finally witness the popping of the New Year festival in all parts of the world that will take us straight, straight to the count Case firecracker exploded. The list of road accidents will close in beauty guide the party as long as the weather, snow and flooding that no gift more thrill and delight the bastard was not among those involved in any of this.

Meanwhile, looking real forward to the Big Night and the New Year horoscope of the focus is Mint.
newsstands shines the legendary "Astra" red cover and bookstores are all the rage and Branko Fox. I wonder why Fox is secretly consulted while Branko cellophane strictly in all the libraries that I have inspected?? However
somewhere around and peek at the network right and left I learned that this year I have against Saturn. All (or at least movie fans. ... Or at least Özpetek fans) know that this means great misfortune. Saturn always takes at least a couple of years to take off from the balls and now it is nice to take office in his gifts. But I have Jupiter in the sign, which means soooooo lucky. Jupiter normally bestows her blessings for a year but for some reason I just touched me for six months. Whom shall I send the complaint??
So basically, for six months, bad luck and good fortune are canceling each other out while the remaining six months will stay at the mercy of the usual bad luck. Uhm .... A new year of Mer ... ... .... Avigliano. For
fortuna bastano pochi minuti per dimenticare quello che ha detto l’oroscopo e provvedere a incasinarsi la vita auto da fè.
In attesa che si compia tutto quel che deve compiersi io mi vado a comprare l’altro regalo che mi spetta…..sperando in esiti più gioviani che saturneschi e possibilmente non fantozziani.

Vi consiglio, se proprio non avete un cavolo da fare e vi va di rilassarvi in cucina, di farvi dei frollini facili, facili ma sfiziosi con la seguente ricetta:

200g di farina
100g di zucchero
2 tuorli
100g di burro

Arricchiteli con un pizzico di cacao e granella di mandole o rivoltateli su un velo di jam or maybe some stuff with a fig or a date put forward by the boards of the parties.

We also suggest you give up horoscopes, sleep a lot (if you can) and spend the rest of the time to admire the beauty of your skin, giving a ripassatina the Italian grammar or take any of the blows to the Pooh and children.

And remember that soon there will be balances !!!!!!!!!

Tempurpedic And Arm Pain

Reports Year-end Christmas party, cake with raisins and pine nuts

The voice is soft but I recognize the sound of disaster: has scatafasciato Pie in the oven.
rushing to the rescue but there is little you can do more. While he snuffed the indispensable series of expletives and, in an attempt to pick it up, spread even more this disaster of caramelized apples and pastry in the oven hot Squanto I feel, for a moment. ... But two, glad it did not happen in me and I am glad not to have to clean the oven. If this seems cynical, remember that you are currently without a heart and that's the best I can do.
"There is no better way to clean the oven when it is so hot," he says and I think "Really cool, clean and shining an oven. It was worth over a squash pie to have an excuse to clean it. " While
He ends the words and it goes into the oven, now immaculate, the last insult (to whom ....?) I with the paddle, beat the poor remains of the pie pan in the provenance pressing here and there.
"E 'grave?" He asks.
E 'dead but I say "Now you back together," which makes you laugh the chickens, cats and even
Him That says a "Amoooore ... .." from the implicit subtext "what you're sweet."
"You told me that I must be positive" pragmatic answer.
And to find more positive reasons to think that the pie I did not own at all and instead I wish to do tart dried fruit and caramel. Tomorrow I can, I think, as I finish re-uniting this disaster that now has still the look of the disaster that is ... .. but more compact. Composed in order ... ... a disaster under control and a harmless and clean oven. ... Want more from life what ?????
So why do I feel so unhappy??
Nope, I have to be positive, positive, positive ... ... ..

"Amooooore ... .... ... ... I can ask for. Seeeeenti make me a cake for me. ... To present ... ..."
"What cake?" I ask
"The ring"
La ciabellaaaaaa?!!!!!!! Un’altra volta??????????
“Eddaaaaaaiiiii…..l’ultima che hai fatto l’hai regalata….”
Una l’ho regalata ma l’altra te la sei pappata!!!!!
“…..piace taaanto…..”

Maccheppalle ‘sta ciambella……però è buona, buona da morire, devo comprare i pinoli, se la faccio mi avanzano un sacco di chiare…..ho incominciato a fare questo dolce proprio perché avevo bisogno di riciclare i tuorli….chè io uso sempre più chiare che tuorli ma dimmi te se è normale…ora però le chiare I do not need and that we do that then ?...... I wanted to make a pie with nuts ... watch the oven cleaner puuuuulitooooooo that you can not ... mattipare that with all sweet to do for Christmas hours pure 'donut is. ... but .... that good ... um ... ...

"Amooooooreeeee"
"Seeeeeeee" but you did not read that I lost my heart?

Maybe not quite, perhaps.

"Amoooo ... ... ... ..."
"Siiiii ... ... you do the donut," and while I think cheppalle He kisses me.

So it's raining outside ... who knows .. he'll be doing my little heart abandoned now that the snow is half melted.

ingredients for a cake of approximately 26/28 inches in diameter

300g flour 100g butter 100g sugar

yolk 50g (3 large eggs)
1 teaspoon of acacia honey 1 teaspoon
di lievito
80g di uvetta
50g di pinoli
Rum
Un pizzico di sale
Zucchero in granella

 

Apro le uova e separo chiare e tuorli, metto le uvette ad ammorbidire nel rum. Apro due, tre biglietti di auguri natalizi e penso che, come al solito, io non ne ho inviato neanche uno. Veramente volevo disegnarli da me, ho anche comprato delle pasticche nuove di acquarello, ma poi ero così occupata ad essere depressa che mi è scappato di mente.
Impasto burro, zucchero, tuorli, miele ed un pizzico di sale. Quando ho fatto un bel pastello omogeneo aggiungo a poco a poco la farina con il lievito il rum, taste the rum (so, for ... ... ... .. positive. hic) and also dough join raisins and pine nuts. Little dough, just to shrink and then formed a donut.
raining again ... who cares .... I turn the oven ... ... ....
Brush a bit 'of yolk on the cake and I'll join the granulated sugar (as I like the grain !!!!) and bake at 180 degrees for about 30 minutes.

Uhm .... ... That smell .... I open the mail and her friends dragged me more than a smile.
Another sip of rum?
Massa. What
want more from life? A Tuscan
?
Thanks I do not smoke.
are positive.
very positive.

UUhmffpppppp ... ... ... ... ..

Dolphins In Water Dream

Snow and Gingerbread

With the car through a winter of dry branches and gray sky. I leave behind a tangle of knots, a tangled skein so that I can no longer find a head and a tail. And then go away and dream of going away is never as difficult as staying.
Escape, indeed, it is quite easy and after a while time they have done elsewhere, are where I want to be and where I want to stay forever. But something happens.
begin to fall, first small and then very brave white snowflakes. As slight reduction in the songs of Christmas, and continues unperturbed. It no longer stop.
At the bar we take a sip of coffee and a warm and they tell us: "Here it never snows."
like last time, my first winter here, when we were told the same thing and instead we woke up on a vanished world in milk and in silence.
The shoes are not the most suitable but now that the carpet of snow became so thick and soft to walk on it is the desire irresistibile. Per strada c’è chi si guarda intorno sorpreso ed incredulo e chi è uscito a vedere che succede. “Qui non nevica mai, mai!” mi dicono tutti.
Come l’ultima volta che venni in inverno: fioccava fine e continuo e dopo la nevicata di pochi mesi prima mi chiedevo se la parola “Mai” da queste parti non si significasse forse “Non spesso” ed ora comincio a pensare anche altri significati……sapete com’è: paesi e lingue…….a me qui nevica SEMPRE !
E non smette….dopo molte ore e parecchio sconcerto ci sono persone costrette ad abbandonare le macchine dove capita e ad ognuno tocca la sua avventura. Tutto quel che segue lo diranno the news.
As for me I have a roof over their head and a warm place, food and winter clothes ... shoes so, so ... but anyway ... .. ... .. as a whole and we can leave the contemplation of a landscape erased and redrawn lines soft and puffy.

Saturday morning the sun shines and shines the country. It 's beautiful but is also a finite world upside down. Friends and meetings there will be no because everyone is stuck somewhere far from here. On the phone I follow the stories of snow and a 17 Friday.
the snow crunching under your feet, remained buried under the snow is also my fragile heart. Evaporates in the smell of woodsmoke and winter, to undo the thoughts wandering with low clouds that come and run away in a continuous series of appearances and disappearances. The ice covering the river sing, sing anyway, but the music is paused, the music I needed to go forward and make it less heavy.

"Sunday blades" everyone is at work, even the bells seem to be discrete in this Sunday's half men and half of snow mud pot-bellied with the carrot nose. Who does not shovel the unusual landscape photos and when the sun goes away again I'm leaving too. Forgetting my heart somewhere under a pile of snow not yet melted.

It snowed again, once more about me here. This time even more and I wonder why every time I come to this place is snowing and I lose heart. And because this time even more.

Now I'm back in my mess, without my heart abandoned elsewhere, and with really cold feet.
And soon it's Christmas.

Gingerbread

Dose for 20/25 biscotti

140g di burro
115g. di zucchero
80g di miele d’acacia
1 uovo
280g di farina
1 cucchiaino di lievito
1 cucchiaino di bicarbonato
3 cucchiaini di zenzero
3 cucchiaini di cannella
1 cucchiaino scarso di chiodi di garofano
1 cucchiaino scarso di noce moscata

Per la glassa

Un albume
100g di zucchero a velo
½ cucchiaino di succo di limone

Lavorate il burro a crema con lo zucchero e quando è spumoso aggiungete l’uovo. Poi unite e poco a poco Sift flour with spices and yeast and then honey.
Make the dough firm up in refrigerator for a few hours and then roll it out and cut it out. Compacted without the remaining dough knead again. The dough becomes too soft to be treated quickly and then put it back in the fridge whenever you need to make it harder manipolatelo and not more than necessary.
Cool again before baking the cookies at 180 degrees for about 15 minutes.
When cookies are cool you can ice. Beat the egg whites until stiff and add the powdered sugar in several times. The lemon juice will make a brilliant glaze. If you prefer not put satin.

Isro Conducted Rocket Test Of Cryogenic Engines

Strampatorta with goblins and a Zebra

In competition

"So what?" I asked Teresa and does not stop staring at me, his expression worried drowning in my silence.
"I do not really want us out?" A thin dribble of fear of dirty words George.
"We thus erasing?! Without hesitation and without mercy?! "Exclaims Catherine
Not without hesitation, and I think the rest blank, the language fails to articulate any sound.
“Siamo i migliori amici immaginari che tu abbia” blandisce Max.
La mia immaginazione è stanca, replico senza parole. La mia vita è stanca. IO sono stanca.
Chiudo.
Forse.
Magari solo per un po’.
O per sempre.
Camilla si soffia rumorosamente il naso e Stefano l’abbraccia per consolarla e per proteggerla dall’angoscia.
La colpa è mia.
Solo Giada si trastulla serenamente, parla con il gatto e cambia l’ordine delle formine dei biscotti: una volta, due volte, tre volte. Giada che non mette mai a fuoco gli eventi e raramente coglie il senso di ciò che le succede intorno.
Una stupidità che, at this time, the envy enormously.

PC flashes "Incoming Mail."
"Do not open it?" I hope that Stephen calls, I believe in divine intervention to save them all.
I shrugged. I ask for a recipe, do not even know if I still want to be a pastry. This does annoy
Teresa "You are a Confectioner. It is one thing to decide is already decided. What we decide now is whether we want all want to come back to life again, or remain there long, so graciously and sits idly on the couch like a mangy old cat! "
not bother me, I say speechless and breathless and hit the left mouse button.
I want a recipe ... ... .... ... ... Something else a cake, a recipe ... .... A whirlwind of words that seem to shoot out colorful, frolicking and chasing each other on the screen. I read once. Twice. Three times. Prior to establishing that those who wrote the mail is crazy. Or very young. Young and crazy. Indeed, it is crazy. And I feel very, very old. Like a mangy cat. Quickly conclude that I can not do anything for her and instead write "Yes, ok, I'll help." Then look repentance. Look forward to hearing burn the finger pressed on "send" and I expect, however, that the paved open into a chasm and swallow me and Teresa, Caterina, Stefano e tutti gli altri esplodono uno ad uno come i mostri di un filmetto horror di serie B.
Invece questo non succede. Max sorride e scambia un’occhiata d’intesa con Teresa, Stefano schiocca un bacio sulla fronte di Camilla visibilmente rasserenata e Giorgio molla una pacca sulla schiena di Stefano.
Sono tutti salvi, pure Giada che impila stampini per muffin chiedendo al gatto quale sia il suo colore preferito.

Il telefono squilla ed è lei . Lei fatta di energia e follia, schizzi e colori, lei che ti fa sorridere per forza.
Lei …tutta pois. Scuoto la testa e rido.
Quando riattacco la cornetta Giada annuisce.
Giada? Mah.

Così la cucina si riempie della consueta confusione organizzata. Io schizzo disegni e forme con la matita, immagino sulla lingua un sapore, poi un altro e un altro e cerco di immaginarli l’uno accanto all’altro, uno dopo l’altro come personaggi di una piece teatrale che entrano in scena in morbida sequenza.

 

Zebretta (come la chiamo io con licenza di nomignolo su un nick) vuole fare una torta “strampatorta”; would like to put chocolate, ginger, radish, flour, almonds and hazelnuts, beer, leprechaun Irish roots, but no cream, perhaps colored balls, confetti explosives miccette, rockets, and a good sprinkling of powdered sugar. Because it's crazy, like I said before. Or very young, the other hypotheses.
"Yes, well, from the wisdom of your one hundred and two years have thought of something?" Teresa has not broken much, either before or now. Teresa does not move ever.
"I like it," he adds softly winking "is a very intelligent Zebretta"
Yes, it's true. He has something special. You sincere, true, is vital. But what strikes me most is that manages to be safe to cross itself without this leading to complicated questions of life.
One thing I've always taken for granted before we know cars of humanity lost and unhappy.

"I want a cake shaped a bit 'naive' I say to myself more than anything else, just a thought louder than the previous ones.
"But the ingredients ... .. half of those who is willing to use Zebra enough ... ... "
... ... ... and advance" consider Stephen and Camilla.
What good students that I have.
"I do not know how to cook, right?" He asks Max
"Uhm .... I said no ... ... ... ... .. but not so much that is a pledge"
"So we think of something simple." George says, stroking the chin thoughtfully.
"Why?" I wonder "The theme of the cake is friendship," he explains, "then a simple matter. But also difficult. Tasty stuff to eat with joy and greed. But he wants his moments of reflection, intimacy. Attention, respect and always many, many loving care. "
" The theme of what? "Asked Jade while a movement is clumsy drop all cutters just stacked on each other.

"Enough, at work !!!!"

Zebretta makes me think of the North. There is no reason, maybe because of something that we told you travel. If I think a recipe .... It makes me think of the North. And I have no time to wonder why. A classic Northern: nuts, buckwheat, and black currant. The red and black currant is cheerful, currants and the laughter of two Argentine friends who tell funny stories. Buckwheat has a bitter taste, the brown color and a vaguely mysterious and exotic. Not too weird but not entirely normal: a Zebra things too "normal" does not excite the imagination.
Hazelnuts instead are for me: I love them.


For the hazelnut cake and buckwheat



100g buckwheat flour 50g
00
100g chopped

hazelnuts 100g sugar 2 eggs 50g butter

1 / 2 tablespoon baking
a cap rum
About ½ cup of milk or water




I open the eggs and beat with sugar until they are foamy then add the softened butter.
When the butter is combined with eggs mounted something bad can happen: everything goes limp and not more resumes.
I know it's sad but we can not do anything.
happens that someone's smile, his promise, make you feel happy like a nice macarons swollen, like a perfectly shaped cup cakes that seem to come from the illustrations of a fairy tale, happy as a tonka bean.
Love happens, happens also to Friendship. It seems that the sun will shine forever and yet suddenly it's raining. Actually I find the macarons are as beautiful to behold as overly sweet and cloying, the cup cakes are just muffins (ie mix of tubing) topped with a cream wagon barely edible fat and sweet and tonka bean ... .... but you can take seriously, which is called a "Tonka "?!!!!!!!!
mean that things happen ... ... .. I'm not like you expected. And you can not help it.

However, a good pastry is not afraid for so little, and above all know what really counts, fashions and frivolities apart. And there are eggs that are not dismantled, recipes that have a meaning and a story. Then add the eggs
installed (perfectly) with butter and the flour sifted with baking powder, chopped nuts, rum and smooth the dough with a little ' water (I prefer milk) to make it perfectly smooth. I put the dough into a round baking dish (diameter 20cm) greased and floured. Then in the oven for about 40 minutes at 180 degrees.

Max PC reads the mail coming from Zebra: "... .... aesthetically I think of something ... like a spiral of chocolate or wafer salt and macarons made spiral ladder or marbled chocolate curls that are reflected on a mirror glaze ... but ... ... I can cardboard , eh !?!?! Do you think something like that I can stay up !?!?"

I did not understand even one iota of such great rants. In return, we made a laugh and I thought I heard strange laughter coming from behind bags of flour ... ... ....







Meanwhile Catherine prepares a light cream with mascarpone cream

pink mascarpone

60g 30g mascarpone cream


sugar to taste black currant jam ... .. qp

The cream and butter milk are: similar and different. Two points of the circle, but drawn in a completely different time. So mount the mascarpone with a whisk to make him a frothy cream but if you beat the cream too long, the serum is separated from fat and cream goodbye.
must be careful.
The superficiality has no friends.
The accuracy is close only to the crust of the truest feelings.
Cream is a delicate thing.

Sugar: = qb enough, that is, de gustibus. But without the sweetness that is friendship?
currant jam: qp = what like. The currant is a bitter note, currants does not tell a story for another and does not hide anything. The black currant is the sincere side of sweetness. It is more cruel sugar is shameless is inconvenient as the truth is, on the other hand, red as love. And according to Zebra pink is sooo feminine.

whipping cream and mascarpone with the sugar Catherine adds a little 'black currant jam and get a delicious creamy sauce and soft pink.

There is another mail, says Max and says "ok, I pondered, I thought about her going ... and I also searched on the internet ideas ... I would say that the decorated cakes I like, but I like even more than a little ... no frills' stylish ... simple ... "Thank goodness

.

Max still reads "No sugar paste, but from what I understand so you too will be sickly and" fake " ... ... .. I like the icing ..... and I'd even had it not homogeneous but drops the macarons ..... ...... I do not know how to put them decoratively we would see more of the wafers or tuilles ... (Never done and I shudder at the thought, but if we play in the game might as well!). They could go in place of stravisti curls of chocolate ... (granted, right?) ... ... ... .. Then something round and soft, like a line that unites us, not that there breaks! Type casting or foam or bubble above ( as are the iles flottant!? I've seen in a magazine and I do not know absolutely that consistency have ...)"

"But what enters the iles flottants?" asks Camille, forehead frowning. Camilla also knows that it is a pudding, and none of us can imagine it "above" a cake.
Even somebody giggles from behind the eggs ... ... ..






Teresa looks at me. Naif or elegant?
Naif, I said naive.

fetch a cylindrical portion of the pie cut with a pasta bowl round. Cut the cake lengthwise and stuffed with mascarpone cream to pink. Veliamo all with a butter cream and icing sugar to make it harden in the refrigerator and, finally, prepare the chocolate glaze.


Glossy Chocolate Icing
100g di cioccolato 55%
100g di burro
10g olio di semi

Fondo il cioccolato e lo amalgamo al burro in pomata. Aggiungo l’olio. E poi verso sulla torta.
Con un po’ di cioccolato faccio dei grandi pois.

Ed infine mini-mini meringhette. Che si fanno come le meringhe normali ma piccole piccole che si asciugano in un attimo.
Zebretta….le meringhette le vendono anche già fatte ma…….mica barerai, eh?

Non so ma……ho l’impressione che il vasetto del miele si sia mosso……

Un gran fracasso di piattini e stoviglie mi distoglie da questi pensieri: è l’ora dell’assaggio e la cucina è piuttosto eccitata.
Teresa controlla l’aspetto del suo pezzo di torta, Max assapora voluttuosamente, Stefano e Camilla si scambiano piccoli bocconi e nel silenzio che segue mi sembra che nella mia vita non ci sia nulla che non va.

“Allora” chiede Giada con la bocca piena “non ci uccidi più?”

Chissà. Per ora ringraziate Zebretta, penso, e seguendo il filo dello sguardo di Giada mi pare di vedere…..qualcosa che…….. salta e si va a nascondere dietro il vaso delle nocciole……….



Questo post, in joint con quello of Zebra spotted participate in the competition for the edible food.
who follows me knows that I take part in contests, swaps, and similar collections so this is the first and almost certainly the last contest that I will take part. I take this opportunity to thank Genny it opened and my "partner" Zebretta for me, despite myself, involved.