Blowing strong Tramontana.
Tramontana wind that takes away the reason, the wind of madness.
I made an infusion with milk with almonds, a mixed pastry a bit 'different from the usual that now rests in a cool place.
watching the trees shake violently, seem engaged in close combat with an invisible enemy.
I Have an Enemy.
Invisible, but I see it very well. Our struggle is no less shocking with this rash of violence, the foliage of the tall pines here out.
In the vortex of this rage I think "hold on". Clenched his fists, and I say "hold on", grit my teeth and I say "hold on".
Dark Chocolate ...? White? Flick packs lined up neatly in the pantry. Dark, dark, 60%, take this. I tried
impatience and anger.
I walked and walked up to the edge of my ability and I have seen the world that lies beyond, it is another new and beautiful country, another continent, a place that I can not reach. I sat crying in anger until he arrived the night wind, the wind steals reason and compound le carte, il vento che travolge le paure e confonde tutte le linee tracciate. Spazza le certezze e ingarbuglia i paesaggi.
Ho lasciato che si prendesse la mia inutile ragione e mi sono vestita con il sorriso dei folli.
I capelli spettinati e gonfi di vento, le guance arrossate e occhi ardenti, eccomi ora.
Gusci di frolla, cioccolato…..crema di biancomangiare………..voglio volare via, volare appesa a questa Tramontana appassionata ed impetuosa.
Vedo nella mia immaginazione questo dolce che ancora non esiste: provo i sapori con la fantasia, l’uno posato delicatamente sull’altro.
Filtro e passo. Assaggio. La temperatura deve scendere ancora prima di aggiungere la cream.
The enemy has his throat tightened under my knee. For now.
I know it can bite, grab and shake the ground.
he can win.
Or I can win.
Tramontana, the wind of crazy, help me or take me off his mind?
Everything seems easy, everything seems too difficult. While
Tramontana upsets the trees and rises reels of paper and leaves, stealing hats and banging doors and windows I walk on the edge of the border, rest balanced on the rope like a balanced look drunk and beyond: a new continent. And I want to go there. The sweet
must be assembled and finished. Tasting at your fingertips bodes well.
I think the presentation, how to dress up this creature, daughter of the Tramontana.
For now I write the recipe of the cake with which you can also make delicious biscuits, different from usual. You know ... .... Coming from a distant place to another continent ... ... ... .. ... ... .. beautiful and mysterious beyond.
Shortcake lentil
150g plain flour 50g lentil flour
100g butter 100g caster sugar 1 large egg
a cap rum
blast butter and flour and grind into tiny crumb, add the sugar. Mix with egg and rum. Wrap the dough in plastic wrap and let rest in refrigerator.
Roll out the dough to about 4mm in height and cut with cookie size. Bake at 180 degrees for about 20 minutes.
The shortbread with lentil flour have a slight hint of chocolate.
are excellent paired with a filling the toffee (such as those of the picture) or a chocolate ganache.
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