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Clean Hands ... ... .. but the meal! What the Heck

policy has nothing to do, here we talk about food!

The dough base "Clean Hands" I first noticed a month ago in a post September 4, 2008 by @ nna @ ( and then do not say that I'm not going to comb through in your blog! ) .

This time, the curiosity of the proverbial cat has been of tremendous help to me and I have not left a hand!

Defeat the first note of "but what is this thing here?", Mindful of the experience without the bread dough, or that rmai is a refrain throughout the blogosphere (in all its forms), even if you start an application that will never ... read ciofeche fact, I wanted to try this new play that night, and it was love!

Now!

It 's a mix that takes 2 minutes (timed), or you can make dough in a bowl with an airtight lid.

E 'soft, dough seems soft, stuffed with it what you will not be applied with a rolling pin but is placed directly into the pan or baking tray and pastrugna with the tips of your fingers, do not even butter does not contain butter, but only flour, water and oil ... so it's diet .... is soft, stuffed it with all the vegetables that you like, you put into the ricotta cheese, the 'appareil à quiche "... he does what you ask, you want more?!

The ingredients are simple:

250 grams of flour

80 grams of oil (I use the extra virgin olive oil ...)

110 mg hot water

1 teaspoon salt

1 teaspoon baking pies for

And while I refer you to post @ @ nna to read how she explains it well, the photos are flowing are those in the pie that I made yesterday evening, return to the cattery, at 19 and 45, made after the umpteenth try again because I decided to spend this barbatrucco!

the fly, I put the ingredients in Ken, around around around, idle, and then a step to stop ... .... time set by the timer of the machine "1:39" ... you name it.

Ah ... .. if you have various mixers, place all ingredients in a bowl, seal them, and ... Dance the rumba!
Beat the container from top to bottom and clockwise rotation for a few minutes ... when you feel that the ingredients si sono ammassati, aprite il coperchio e troverete la vostra palla!

Ridacchiando sotto i baffi per la faccia stupitissima di GrandeGatto che non ci credeva, perché non aveva mai visto la preparazione benché avesse già fatto la prova assaggio, ho preso il mio blobbino molle e lo ho steso nella pirofila allargandolo con le mani e risalendo sui bordi.

Si, non ci si sporca le mani!
La consistenza di questo palla è tale per cui le mani non si sporcano, al massimo si ungono un pochino.

Ho acceso il forno a 200°

As we have seen above I have put into the pastry shell of cottage cheese, and then I covered with some courgettes and overlapped (in this cake there have been two pretty big ).

A bit 'of salt, a tadpole of oil, a sprinkling of Parmesan ... ..

... and ready way, straight into the oven.

Is there anyone who reads me, that would put this mixture on the label " kitchen for those who do not have time and think you do not know how to cook ”… ma io penso che anche le cuoche più esperte crolleranno davanti al suo gusto e alla velocità!

In effetti, chi l’ha detto che la buona cucina deve essere per forza stancante e che le diete vanno fatte con sacrificio del gusto?

Io no… mai detto…. giurin giuretta!

Comunque, mentre la mia torta salata riposava al calduccio nel forno, mi sono cambiata, abbiamo apparecchiato il tavolo e GrandeGatto ha anche trovato il tempo di tradirmi con la micia più ruffiana che io abbia mai conosciuto: Puzzetta !

Che prima lo mordicchia e fa la ritrosa e poi….

… si concede spudoratamente facendo le fusa, gli occhi storti e tutto il “dicibile” ( l’indicibile ve lo lascio immaginare )per corrompere quell’anima candida di mio marito…. che si lascia corrompere!

E mentre quei due “pomiciano” la cena è pronta.

Non è bellissima?

Cuoce in circa 45 minuti, o comunque fino a che il guscio pasta is nice golden brown. In this
find irreplaceable Pyrex pans, which make more even cooking ( mica understand why it is so ) and above all give me a way to control the color as "inside" the pan!

It is not only beautiful, this cake is really coming good.

I can assure you that the pasta that could advance the next day will always be crisp and fragrant as freshly baked, but simply because they have never advanced.

I tried this with the flour mixture integral (half and half ) and barley flour (half and half always ).

I tried to add the flour a pinch of red pepper, or a bit of dried rosemary.

I tried .... but it's always good coming!

We can clearly see the crumbs on the corner of the slice?

If you do not see you try to enlarge the photo (just click on ) and then ... why do not we try them?

Just to have the "Clean Hands"

nasinasisorridenti

Waxing For Men, Madison, Wi

Spaghetti!

Semplicitaaaaaa ... ... ..

After a long celebration of the 45 nnale miciapallina ( least a week, was a must! ) returns to the normal flow of life in the cattery.

And with the normal flow returning even the recipes, those simple and quick, tasty, because we are the most delicious in here, but dietary and preferably also economic, because we are insatiable!

Taking advantage of the proverbial and well known by now familiar with the cavolacee, which crosses into tasty dishes like this all colored or this "flu" in a salad or even a not this copy ... copyright. just to name a few, even when it does not generate fantasies about alien worlds and even passion in hairy home, we have an appropriate recipe, imported from the grandmother-cat cattery in person.

We need "simply "A cabbage of any kind, from broccoli to cauliflower Roman, with all its beautiful leaves!

It is just the leaves, those long and hard to take because we generally weigh in the balance and then they throw so much.

Cabbage usually "boil" or "suffocating" to cook it, and together with the peaks this time we also leaves a nice kitchen.
If they are very large and hard, cut them in half lengthwise, otherwise leave as is.

Simple for now?

We pull up and drain the florets to use them as we want, NOT throw the cooking water with its beautiful leaves, but we add one or two cloves of crushed garlic, add the quantity to cook the noodles, bring to a boil and cook pasta, according to the times and the way that we like best.

In total anarchy, drained pasta, seasoned with a drizzle of extra virgin olive oil than good, a sprinkling of parmesan (or pecorino) and still smoking ....

everyone at the table that you eat!

Simple, Healthy, Tasty!

Dietetic to cover the guilt debauchery on just the facts, good good because if it is not that good is good in life?, fast time because I have less and less, and not throws anything else I cry my heart!

If you like you are waiting for dinner!

nasinasi

Spinning Calories Burned

... The 45th miciapallina

What did you say sorry? Repeat ... ....

daiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii But .... let's be serious !!!!!

miciapallina birthday? ... ...

And how would they be? ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ....

45? ... ... ... ... ...

But no joking!

Come on ... .. I almost believe I was there, back to serious stuff ...

nasinasifestaioli

Torn Hamstring Recovery

Let's take a moment, you and me ....

chat with my father

Hello Dad,
let's sit here a moment, facing the sea, and We worry a chat, a long time we have.

now been three years since you left.

I remember it well you know.
I was here and go home, we divided the sea, and all of a sudden you were all over the world with nothing, if not life, to divide us.

blink of an eye that has rocked the world.

You do not go away like that, Dad, without warning, Ugh, is not well.

Even if it happens, I know, and you can not do anything.

And I think that if we knew exactly our time, if when we are born we gave tickets for the trip, with the date of departure and return date, it would be much easier.

We lose in silly chatter, we will not leave wires hanging, like a bad knitting, do not wait until tomorrow to say "I love you."

suddenly you're gone, you left your suitcase and you went away, and we down here, all with their noses in the air, trying to figure out, trying to adapt to a reality that has changed everything.

Now another year has flown by, another year full of life, sometimes beautiful, often ingarbigliata and confused, but still another year without you.

And I wonder, who knows ...
wonder if I could make you understand what you were important to me, as we all are counting on you.

I've said enough, "I love you"? I embraced what I should have? I do not know, do not really know my father, and how many kisses, a thousand, I have given you, are too few, very few, and I wanted to give you thousands more.

And now as I do with things you had to teach me?

There was never enough time ... and now you're not here.

Dad ... my dad ... I was really scared me that the years had stolen the images of your face, especially the sound of your voice, the shape of the fingers of your hand.

But it was not so.

You sent me this beautiful postcard from your trip, what was written just me and you know it, but there were photos attached, all the pictures we took together, and even those with Alexander and Mom.

Piero and I got married (you would have thought?) And strange to say, we still do not fight (do not snicker, it's true!) even if he is I of Cagliari and Sassari, there is a problem,

And Dad ... not ... have not changed, unfortunately, still do not take the life too seriously and meow if I get lost in shopping malls (and so I found) and are always struggling with the balance.

Ugh, you're always the same, it seems I hear, I'm stealing too much time and no fuss you have never liked.

You love when you put a bow on his head or playing lunamonda on the beach, a walk in the woods, a nice minestrone, or teach me how to untangle a fishing line, rather than words empty, you showed me how to do well to plant a stake in the sand and also how to protect the tent why not take away the wind.

So just "bla bla".

instead I'll like when I was small and light a bonfire on the shore, to report to the boats returning from fishing at night, where land along the beach.

I said "keep the flame alive, because here in the sea at night, otherwise we lose, the shore is long and seems to suit the same."

I was little and I hit a huge responsibility ... even if the fire kept him on the big and I would just stand there, shaking from sleep, but looking flames like a little soldier, recalling what it was my task.

You still have to go where, then, do not distract and avoid losing the route.

Down here we finish.

Maybe not as you would have done, evabbè, but do not worry, we'll try and not give up, then go ... do not worry, these weights and go left behind.

Meanwhile light a fire, so you can always guide you in your sea and I can find your way when I come.

I love you dad.

ninnichitta