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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
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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.