Wednesday, December 22, 2010

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


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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.

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

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