Thursday, December 24, 2009

Shaker Style Wall Kitchen Cabinets

Sweets Christmas stories

"A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down" Mary Poppins sang that he knew more of the devil! And while good Nino Manfredi "pe 'ffa life less bitter" had bought "na chitara," she suggested to us rather than the way of taste: If life is bitter, what's better a little 'sugar to make it sweeter? "Everything will shine again!" The abstract sense of the word "sweet" does not stem from perhaps its most pragmatic linked to the taste? So it's just sugar that helps us to overcome the small problems of life by making it more "sweet".

The Christmas period forces a reflection on what life is sweet these days! Of course I have not abandoned my foolish optimism for a cosmic pessimism holiday! The sweetness is due to the amount of sugar in food for parties.
do not know if there is scientific evidence that the gentle good humor us, but from experience while eating a cake forget for a moment all the problems of life and the world will seem brighter soon! Those who know me might argue that a chronic greedy like me these arguments are very unstable. And here we are then back to Mary Poppins and her - maybe not exactly scientific - thought that might be more broadly: the warmth and the color (and taste) of sweet make everyone a bit 'more carefree.
In this Christmas season and the desserts are wasted all Italy has committed itself to compete with goodies that are rooted in local history or national level. I modestly sweet I mean! And since I turned a bit 'of Italy, I decided to tell the sweet taste of the festivities: the essence that makes the holidays even more festive (or holidays)!

No, I will not dwell long on pandoro panettone of Milan and Verona, I'm sorry. They deserve, however, by tradition and spread a quote. These sweet, as typical, have invaded so much aisles of our supermarkets in many variations that there came to boredom! What is certain is that the artisan product, and pandoro panettone, has a completely different flavor than those made in the series that we find in supermarkets. But what does it taste? If we enter into these sweet pastries and try it hard to find! Today I read on Facebook the status of a desperate friend of mine who wondered "Where can I find the template for the Pandora?" The mold for the Pandora? Is there something? There are still people who would like to make a Pandora groped home? As here in Verona (where I currently live) is venerated in the windows of pastry shops these days is very difficult to see a Pandora - yes a capital P is desired - worthy of the name. But the original sweet
Verona was another, called Nadalin and is much more similar to those sweet traditional throughout Italy by storm. It looks a bit 'to the Easter dove, with almonds and icing sugar over, the shape of a star (perhaps by association with the comet?) And is less leavened pandoro, although more or less the same ingredients as is an ancestor. I admit not tasted it yet, but its ancient history curious: while the pandoro born to the 800, the Nadalin was created to celebrate the first Christmas (Christmas, Nadal, Nadalin) following the installation of the Della Scala in Verona, then in 1260. I promise to try it as soon as possible, as this is my first Christmas in Verona, the coincidence is that one can not go along with it!

I personally prefer the cake between the two, because - yes - I love candy! Ah! Finally I can say. And he hated all that candy remove those that remove from industrial panettone, replacing them with chocolate or cream to substitute for the substitute lemon ... those colored confetti so sweet I love them!

panettone and pandoro, but have their roots in northern Italy, are not exclusive areas of origin, but there are many variations across the peninsula to Sicily! A Sicilian pastry chef told me that the cake is traditionally eaten at Christmas, New Year and the Pandora, because the former has the typical shape of the cave while the second Christmas tree covered with snow. I do not know if this is historically realistic, but I like to think that folk tales have a grain of truth. Indeed

in Liguria has a sweet panettone looks a bit ', but which for me is much more good! The Pandolce Genoa, I found only a couple of years ago through a friend indeed Genoa. Pandolce is like a cake, but lower and more compact. And even more impressive: the dried and candied fruit. With the ever-present pine nuts! The texture is full and the taste is not overly sweet (no sugar in the dough), but multi-faceted with numerous ingredients that are found there. It is said to have been created at the request of the Doge Andrea Doria in the '500 for the sailors: it is a very rich sweet and nutritious, long-preservation. You do not eat alone at Christmas, and not born for this occasion, but thanks to the similarity of appearance and taste, with panettone, is often given for the occasion!

But I promised not to dwell Note too the pandoro and panettone. My own family tradition can be traced back to the border between Umbria and Tuscany, near the province of Siena. If I think of the carelessness, cakes and Christmas parties, I can not remember my dear grandmother. For years she and her huge house in the Umbrian countryside are a haven to the elements of life, a haven where they land to get some 'serenity. During the holidays the desserts were the masters, that they were homemade or bought. And we obviously do gioivamo children! There was a meal that would not end with a sweet snack and there was that it not be started during the sweet meals! The sophisticated taste of the Sienese sweets mingled with more rustic Umbrian sweets.
From Siena was the inevitable Gingerbread, sweet from ancient traditions, and intensely flavored with honey and spices. This cake was called Gingerbread, had a covering of black pepper, was prepared by the apothecaries with expensive products and it was reserved for nobles. The spicy taste so strongly probably disgusted Queen Margaret, which made him make a version similar to what we know. However, there is still a Siena Panpepato but is covered with cinnamon, so for me it inedible because of my distaste for this spice!
often on the table of the room was a box of Ricciarelli, donated by a friend or relative. Their flavor, so similar to pasta di mandorle, ma con una nota amara di fondo, era da me di gran lunga preferito a quello del panforte. Anche i ricciarelli hanno tradizioni nobili e antiche: furono introdotti nelle corti toscane da un senese che rientrava dalle crociate, perciò hanno origini orientali. Infatti il loro sapore zuccheroso e l'impasto di mandorle sono tipici del medio oriente, e ricordano vagamente le baklava greche e turche.
Infine immancabili i Cavallucci, il cui nome deriva forse dal fatto che venivano serviti nelle osterie cossiddette "dei cavallari", cioè di coloro che si occupavano di cavalli... si sa a Siena c'è una lunga tradizione di cavalli e cavallari! Me l'hanno insegnato i miei amici senesi e poi, avendo vissuto a Siena più di un anno non potevo not learn! The horses have a wonderful flavor, multi-faceted: anise and nuts are the main ingredients, in addition to the candied fruit and honey. The texture is dry, made to last long, but you must pay attention to your teeth! As children, it was indigestion, so the grandmother brought them to us with great restraint, even though we like a lot.
Umbrian sweets, certainly less known than Tuscany, the most popular flavors and origins have simpler, less refined. We kids went crazy for Pinocchio (or Pinocchio) Perugia. These cakes take their name from the pine nuts funny (Pinocchio in Perugia, but also in Tuscany: remember the puppet Pinocchio?) That are their essential component Marbled with the sugar. I am a sweet almost disgusting, but I eat because I have a passion for one hundred pine nuts! It is said (or rather, it is written on the maps that wrap the cakes one by one) that their diamond shape and their packaging makes them perfect for the candy to throw during the jousting. There are two variants: with lemon and chocolate. Even this dichotomy of colors (black and white) takes us back to medieval traditions and even Oriental. In fact, Perugia is a medieval fortified town, so it is not unusual that even the culinary traditions go back at that time. The sweet
most remember is the serpent, that her grandmother prepared every Christmas, often with my help. The latter was in fact mainly consists of the decoration of the cake! The snake has its origins in Lazio and Christmas, in fact its name derives from the object of martyrdom (snakes) of Sant'Anatolia that is celebrated on July 10. The grandmother, however, was accustomed to do for the holidays and the excellent flavor of toasted almonds (main and almost the only ingredient of the cake) we made him very bitter. The shape we particularly liked: a snake, or almost dinosaur with almonds planted with straight tail and red eyes consist of two candies.

Going to the south are the Struffoli Neapolitans, but my grandmother did for Carnival! They are very compact pancake covered with honey. Extremely greedy! They are prepared in Sicily (where they are called Strufoli, as we call them anyway) for Christmas. Ah Sicily, home of the sweet! Despite this the typical Sicilian sweets are not strictly Christmas. The chest for example is an Easter cake, even if there is a variant of Palermo that is prepared for Christmas. Cannoli are rather more Christmas, even though they have lost these features having become very common all year round! Desserts, however, more typical and less well known are the Buccellato, donut pastry filled with the usual things, ie almonds, hazelnuts, dried figs, jams, etc.., And Mustazzoli, sort of biscuits ... guess what '? Honey! Yes, because in reality All these cakes were originally prepared to be stored for long periods, so abundant sugar (preservative for excellence) and dry or dried.

Last but not least (it was never more apt expression!) I want to talk a bit 'of Christmas cakes "my" Bologna. Two sweet above all: the Carthusian and Pano. We could almost be described as two variants of the same dessert: the first, and then more sophisticated city, the second most simple and therefore farmer. It is said that the Chartreux was prepared in Bologna city, while in the country was preparing for the Pano, drier and less rich. The Carthusian (also called panspzièl, panspeziale or special pan!) Has medieval origins: was also prepared by the apothecaries and therefore its taste is very similar to that of gingerbread but more starchy. Later the monks of the Carthusian monastery of San Girolamo di Casara (destroyed by Napoleon and whose remains were then built the present cemetery in Bologna) became dependent of its production and therefore became a Carthusian. It 'a very rich sweet where you can find some' all that was traditional at the time: honey, candied fruit, almonds, dark chocolate, raisins, pine nuts, butter, anise seeds and cinnamon. In short, a bit 'all we have seen in other desserts! Plus you add the mustard Bolognese, or a quince jam that makes the flavor of this cake unmistakable! The Pano is different because it is unleavened bread similar to a note, and once contained almost exclusively figs. It now contains mainly raisins, candied fruit and almonds, and honey, mustard and chocolate. The modern variant is full with pieces of chocolate, but I always prefer the traditional one. Between the two I like the Pano more for simplicity and consistency.

This overview obviously does not pretend to be exhaustive, many regions have not been touched because they are not part of my cultural background and I simply give you an idea of \u200b\u200bthe flavors that I know and am fond of.

At this point I hope I have made you a little 'throat slingshot you into the store and more typical of your city to buy a Christmas cake, filled with history and tradition. I will do it for sure, I have a hunger!

(Note: this article was published in the monthly online Mediterranean culture http://www.mediterraneaonline.eu/it/ )

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Barbie Sweet 16 Ideas

I hate the winter

paraphrase the Green Day I say "Wake Me Up When the winter ends" ! I look out the window of yet another train that takes me up and down, and I see nothing but fog. The landscape, already in itself is not particularly strong, it becomes increasingly sad every passing month. November is the fog. Everything gets gray at dusk on Sunday (they are only 4 of afternoon!). It 's dark, the houses in the countryside the lights in the evening. And in the distance there is nothing, only gray and fog. While my ipod seems to understand my sadness, I remember all the times that I left. I think back to my trip to Switzerland, the endless tears, the desire to leave everything ... I think back to when I climbed on the train, to the mountains, coming down at night, the loneliness that gripped me. I think of what might have been unnecessary suffering detachment and distance. And I think how it could be hours.
As the train gets closer to the goal, I think of when someone was waiting at the station or at home, and I think tonight I will be alone. I think of my mom every time I go street and ask me when I think of when they asked me. A when he told me to stay on and do not worry. And I cry again, immersed in this stupid fog that clouds the mind and will not let me breathe. In this crowded commuter train on Sunday. And once again I wonder: is it worth the effort? It is worth being away from loved ones always? It's worth suffering the gap each time you travel? It is worth to feel uprooted?
Unanswered Questions. Melancholy in the winter. So I go into hibernation: Wake me up when winter is over.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Letterhead For Community Service

Learn to be happy

This weekend I had a life lesson. It was not the first time, but perhaps I had not understood what it meant to learn to be happy. Happiness unfortunately not unexpected falls from the sky, not a gift, not an objective state of mind. Happiness is a feeling that you can learn to have, because being happy does not depend on external factors, but only from us.
We spend most of our lives looking for something. This expectation leads us to continue to be unhappy 90% of our time. It is perhaps the reason why we need to hope that after death there something good will happen. But this would mean that happiness is not of this world, but sometimes we feel really happy. Do not mean to settle, no. It means that everything we get, if we really wanted, was a success. It means that whenever we have a satisfaction, we can be happy. If we are not is because we are always waiting for something to happen more beautiful, that place all the problems, that someone or something to give us the happiness we deserve.
not deserve happiness, you try and get. How it all. Imagine waiting a lifetime (or for a very long time) for something to happen, the thing that makes us truly happy. If it happens, when it happens, what to expect next? We invent another thing to expect, because we will be disappointed by the fact that what happened is not really made us happy, because there is always something, because it did not go exactly as we expected.
must never be as expected. And then there is perhaps unnecessary to wait? Maybe it is more useful to realize that it takes very little to be happy. There is always something to be happy. 'S also useful to realize that they will never be all right. So why deny that minute a day of happiness? We should not necessarily be always happy, but perhaps we would (I would) be good more often. Thanks for the lesson.

"But I got you ... so it's just a pretext, but I got you!"

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Remove Cricket Bat Tape

ephemeral

... and you cling to a grain of sand, knowing that the wind will take it away ...
... and you cling to a leaf on a tree, knowing that in autumn fall ...
... and you cling to a drop of rain, knowing that the earth will absorb the ...
So you cling to the hope that he will die slowly, leaving the empty soul ...

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Problem With Neighbours Ball

Achievement, motherhood, depression

Today I read an article on the legality of the desire for motherhood at all costs. Questioned the psychologist concluded that it is wrong to want a child at all costs because nowadays a woman can be heard performed in several other fields.
No one, however, occurred to me that perhaps the desire for motherhood is not only and always connected to a personal achievement, or rather atavistic. I think - but it's my personal opinion and debatable - most often the desire Maternity is perhaps linked to the contrary.
course that is right psychologist to say that the implementation takes place through other routes (work? Love? Friendship?), But it is also true that we women are so versatile and insatiable one thing that maybe is not enough. However, if our construction was to start a family, it would basically need to procreate, because to do this you need a husband (some might argue that this is one of the most difficult parts!) And to become mothers unlucky enough to adopt a child on which to pour a bit 'of love, and the family is created.
And if you want to feel useful for construction, then it still makes sense today to say that we useful only if we can procreate? and we are perhaps more useful in life, not by death? because sometimes women who are undergoing unspeakable torture to have children often leaving more dead than alive, because we want to have children even at 40 years and pretend that it is a walk, because we want to do it without pain and without a run, because we are afraid of what will be after we get sick and because of the evils of the century after giving birth, depression and cancer. It is good in women? Do you feel useful to give birth to a son who will not have a mom or a mom who hates him? I do not think ...
And maybe that's the meaning of the so-called postpartum depression. That we are not made to give birth to a son! Suddenly we realize that this alone is not enough to make us feel women. Because it is useless kidding, are not like our grandmothers (or maybe even great-grandmothers now!) All home and church. And a child is a responsibility and a commitment that we feel to face. What a wonderful thing that you have a child! But the effort does not end with the birth ... indeed start at that moment! Be careful, do not say that it is not a tremendous joy and pleasure that will not provoke the idea of \u200b\u200bsaying "it's mine, I did." I'm not saying even that is not nice to look after children love him, teach him life and all the things we know. I'm just saying that we must be prepared and that the implementation of a woman (like that of a man mind you) should not focus on the act of procreation. And even the usefulness of a woman, which we know can do many things and is able to be helpful in many ways.
A different approach has to be done for the reason that drives us sometimes to want children at all costs. It 'really achieving? It is rather a way to secure a future? Having a child, blood of your blood, it is a guarantee not to be left alone to face life's problems. Certainly it is not always so, but when you do you hope to grow affectionate and aware. I think many of us think that having a child will safeguard the loneliness of an old age without hope. Because you know, friends and loves do not last forever and, above all there is that bond that is in a relationship of blood. And I always hope that your children will survive more than you do to assist you to face old age and all the problems that follow. If nothing else, out of gratitude, you know, it's still a form of love. Because in the end the main problem today is precisely to address the problems! and since the problems we women, if they do not have, we create them without effort, we also need support. It's not even the main cause of depression, not knowing how to deal with the problems? So let's son - or we try - hoping that does not contribute to depression and that we ensure a secure support for our old age, if you get there (and even that is not obvious).
So why, Think what you will, is always purely selfish. But is it right to give birth to a child for selfishness? It is perhaps appropriate to think about it a bit '? 30 will be played or the latent desire for motherhood, but the case is to begin to think why do it and if you do so.
In any case it is not really the case (pardon the repetition) to do so at any cost, because whoever loses is not just women, but the poor creature who should be born.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

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Catania and the lemon lemon!


If you go to Catania can not refrain from going into one of the famous kiosk and ask for a "lemon lemon" or better known as "lemon lemon"! Of course, if you like lemon ... variant for the lovers of Mandarin is the "mandarin lemon ... Catania summer drink (along with some others) you can drink at any time, but the ideal for me is the evening when the heat of the city and you choke down that beautiful hood wet, it stops the wind and set the sun! or after dinner, perhaps heavy, before going to sleep! ah ... What is it? and a drink, soft drink, refreshing and digestive-based ... guess what? ... lemon! lemon syrup (homemade, of course), mid / lemon juice and soda water to taste a version in Mandarin, the syrup is to Mandarin!
With a glass of lemon lemon you can start the tour of Catania ... WHITE
stands now, the sun that illuminates and warms, the sea of \u200b\u200bpeople, the length of Etnea!
Catania is a city in the south who behaves like a northern city. Proud and made challenges you to live. I warn you now that will not be easy to get used to her. With its syncopated rhythms and her sunny, you feel that invites you to try. Slow and fast turns. The first morning is fast: wake up at 5, 6 to prepare the fish market, newsagents and bars are open before 6 am, downtown bustles with life and in the port area - fish, fruit and vegetables are sorted, the bakers begin churn out bread to be sold, supplied after all the other exercises. Then slows down: by mid-summer morning you go to the beach, leaving the ladies to go shopping (if you have already been to the market to choose the fish!), The wind cool you and bring you relief from the smell of the sea, visitors begin their tours ... we need a slush! with coffee and croissants of course! At a time when it's time for lunch, back fast: eat all you can eat so much, we eat well! but you do not eat so late! Unless there is some event to celebrate ... Even then, however, do not start so late! But maybe it ends in the evening ... Full stomach slows down the pace and the afternoon is slow: there you go to bed! the heat is terrible, but it is impossible to get out, so as not to evaporate! and when you wake up it is too late! and then fast again: people dress in an instant, time to make a trip to town ... time and ice cream! Etna on the way there are good ice cream! then the walk begins at the top (farther away really!) to the Main street, from the village square (or piazza Cavour), University area, then descends to the garden of Villa Bellini, with the staircase and fountain. Continuing to get the square Stesicoro ... going to the left you can take a detour "feature" to the "Chinese Quarter" and feel a bit 'in the East ... and foreign! continuing along Etnea the way you get to the square of the Rector's office and the City ... and finally here we are in front of the Duomo and the column of the elephant! Behind this square there is a market for fish, turning the area you can admire some Roman ruins, the Teatro Massimo Bellini and going farther to get to the castle Ursino. Then comes the evening, slowly: it is time for a kumquat, a cannoli, a digestive walk and of course ... lemon lemon!
But this is not intended as a guide. Catania is mainly a city full of life, with great dignity, you wonder. The sea is hidden, he will not be the main attraction of this city. And yet there. Turn the corner and surprise you! The blue sea, the palms of the waterfront, miles of beach or playa.
I told the summer in Catania, I have lived ... then the winter will be the next chapter ... Meanwhile, a beautiful lemon lemon for everyone!

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Play Nazi Zombies On My Flashdrive

Capirsi

Capirsi is impossible. When you are close it's hard when you are far far is impossible. And everyone lives in his own way. You think maybe you'll settle for, I do not. I'm tired of thinking about what could be if it were not so. I do not think that soon we will see, but everything that we can not do before parting again. And all the time lost when we do not see.
I live with you, not living with you in mind. I wish I could share experiences and the finer things in life. But I can not. To you maybe do not care, but even when I told you what it means to me. Maybe not talk
compensates the absence, but it helps to not feel so far away and share, at least in words, what you can not share in person. Sometimes you could talk to us, not me and you. But almost never happens, because there is fear that the remote side misunderstand the words. Yet it should be. Have a common goal should unite us even in the distance.
But it remains impossible to understand.