Ecco, così come doveva essere, la neve ha custodito il mio cuore ed ora che me lo sono ripreso devo dire che è in perfect shape. And everything is back to his place, everything is as it should be: Orio sounds, I write and bake, Piero hit the iron though more slowly, the river sings and my magical place just waiting to come back. For now, I smile, gifts and scrap ... ... but I must get back to work ... .. and now !!!!!!!!!!!! I would like the
sentiste this music with me ... ... as she goes, is lost in sparks that fill the room and I am overwhelmed with joy I try (a little 'barely) to make a serious plan of work.
failure ... .... I find myself chasing trumpets and flutes and fly from a different part.
You need the help of a Teacher so I open my "personal bible" and I take a chance:
PLUMCAKE by John Pina on execution of the Master
Pamirilla, brass band and original music of Them Ciuffenna Master Orio Odori (how many teachers this morning).
photos with the original version without my additions
Ingredients for a 20cm plumcake
200g butter 130g sugar
6g of powdered acacia honey
5 egg yolks 120g flour 60g potato starch
2g yeast
rum
80g egg white 30g sugar 180g raisins
Mooooontare beeeeneeeeeee butter and sugar icing moooonta ... .... ... moooonta. moooonta-rattataà until the mixture is nice frothy spumosissimo and white. ... tin ... tin ... tin ... .... piripipin says (flute).
And then add the honey and it will seem just should not give connotations of taste, but sweet and soft to give a particular texture.
Monto still cold and then add the yolks, then incorporates them well and keep the dough covered at room temperature.
And I get lost a bit 'thoughts as you sift flour, starch and yeast.
the past few days were so full, intense and happy that I still feel excited and shock. On
trombones that parapazumpa ... ... .. ... sieve, sieve and papappapà ... .. ... .. and makes me laugh.
many friends that I met and how many surprises ... .. but what I ate ?!!!!
Ahhhhh, my beloved Tuscany parapapa ... .. ... .. Daddy ... ..
Eeeeeee ... assemble the clear until stiff, fit, mooooontare with the sugar-than-ro (i 30 grams).
Monto sweet but I think the Palio of San Giovanni stew where I have not just eaten a dish that I like very much but this time, to be sworn, I tasted eight and played the "giudichessa.
At my table, inspired by true culinary passion, numbers and merciless reviews and chatter and laughter and how much I enjoyed it ...!
When she arrived in the evening we were still talking, and do not want to let you go and "Go!" "I'll be back" "Call," "Write" and I think I mount the light and to new friends and a day of joy.
I put the rum into the mixture to the butter and then amalgamate dust and the clear alternative.
carefully and stir with a whisk in the evenings ... .. They lit by the moon and friends ... .. the river that sings ... .... Is a perfect alchemy.
When the mixture is smooth and homogeneous, seized by a spasm of anarchy, it incorporates prunes instead of raisins on the bottom of the mold and apply a layer of sugar and pears sprinkled with lemon.
Bake at 180 degrees for about 40 minutes and lose myself again among flugel horns and flutes, still walking in the sun in Florence, I think back to other friends and still smiles and chatter, music, good food. The sun at all.
The snow keeps everything well and nothing is lost indeed, what aveva valore si è persino moltiplicato.
 
Un abbraccio pieno d’affetto a Simona e Cristina , amiche che non sapevo di avere.
Un saluto a Rossanina , la sopresa di conoscere di persona “un mito”
Un abbraccio alla mia adorata Angie .
……..e a tutti gli altri che il link ce l’hanno stampato a fuoco nel mio cuore!!!!!!!!
Perdonerete un post così sciocco che non merita commenti……avrei voluto far di meglio ma non ci sono riuscita perciò spero che sarete buoni e condividerete semplicemente con me questo momento di gioia.
Il dolce ve lo consiglio caldamente, però: è perfezione di gusto e texture, è assolutamente fantastico, è la ricetta di un Maestro!
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