Sunday, October 19, 2008

How Long Does Ice Take

pumpkin (Amarcord. .. autumn Emilia)

These days I sometimes feel envious.


Forte.
Motivated. A blog I read on and go off
stories of grandmothers and grandfathers
struggling with grandchildren, puddings, cookies, recipes and flavors of childhood memory. three to six years old I stopped to ask for explanations about this gap
family: my father grumbled answers "Mica you choose when to die, (...) but you stop short with 'ste questions?" and my mother sent me from neighbors so that I could beg a little attention to Nunnéta, the grandmother of my friend Elisa (with whom I spent very little time to comb the dolls) ... is hardly the bell, they attack me like a mussel, and began to call my friend of half-tone, raising his voice until someone came out the door and I opened the gate. Then I did everything to be the perfect host, what remains for a long time, who can play with the dolceforno and that he was invited to stay for dinner. I had made up a ritual that was to decline the first offer (for education), but then I agreed to hastily raise. I was shamelessly looking for any attention from the grandmother of Elisa. I followed her to the laundry and I suggested to my friend to play with lavanderine (peep as if she had suddenly become phosphorescent and I proposed to go on the terrace to listen to all forty-five rounds of Gianni Morandi), followed her into the kitchen and she invited me to Beat the eggs for the omelet (and my friend pulled me by the arm to go play the teachers) were the jam of pears and apples and I parsley between the jars. The nunnèta is still among the over seventy five my favorites: they are fixed points, steering hesitant and sometimes unruly spectators of this strange present. The lack of grandparents made me gerontophiles. I like the old ones. I'm not even so much for allowing me thin to prefer the sweet ones or those essays. I like them - period. Hallucinatory pieces to attack those who are in office, I start to talk in line at the cash register only with the over-seventies. Autumn of many years ago at the home of Elisa ate the first pumpkin ravioli. In my house were always and only with herbs. I was delighted and decided that I should keep an eye on that kitchen
exotic
...


FUSILLI KAMUT THE PUMPKIN


Ingredients: 60

grammid
kamut wheat fusilli
quarter ** hokkaido pumpkin baked (surplus, the rest of the ' I had eaten freshly baked!)
a tablespoon of nutritional yeast flakes
(substitute Parmesan)
six unpeeled almonds Procedure: while the pasta is cooking, whisk pumpkin and almonds (add a little water to cook the pasta to streamline the dressing). Drain the pasta and stir in the pumpkin puree and nutritional yeast.







** I do not want the supporters to purchase zero-mile ... I have a weakness for vegetables to which I can not always be around. these are from Germany ... represent a picturesque estratto d'autunno fatto di... sedano rapa, rafano nero, rape rosse e bianche, pastinaca ,
cavolorapa
, zucca hokkaido e cavolo
bok choi
(quello che assomiglia alle bietole, in piedi nella foto a sinistra).




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