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Tetaro Last Friday I was 7, Milan, busy on the loose with a handful of colleagues foodbloggers and then see, on balance, with little less than a ton of Kraft cheese slices from turning over in some way between the hands. Abstract: I read and reread the various emails sent by the organization and the conditions were obviously more than clear ... "FORBIDDEN take home slices of cheese silane and the like, to be reminded of cheating shamelessly on their most beautiful" ! Because if he had not understood all Ambaradan was nothing more (and nothing less ) palesissimo a promotional event, but with a human face! :)) And then it's over (started?:)) Precisino that now would be a sort of gastro-testimonial next door (she and her companions worthy of adventure, of course) as saying , one solves the days of women-mothers-time work intently, and do not have time to breathe, let alone stay there to slice cheese to put on the gratin in the oven just before you sling load washing machines and well maybe all the rest! :)) Touché! Summing up for those who were not there, the sense of history was dusting off the mythical recipe of my grandmother and remastered with the use of slices ( creamy ) Kraft. And so meekly, to dust off my stainless pancakes pasta grew up, I replace with a ball of mozzarella cheese slices (in practice, and I broke off a piece the pellets in the palms of the hands, in the best tradition meatball short ) , all with a bard anchovy fillets in oil, dip the cheese into the batter, pocopoco grown ... and fry for fun. Eheheh, much easier and painless than I thought. :)) And here's unexpectedly plays even begin to rise ... type that friends (and friends of friends) also eagerly awaiting the recipes of the other girls Why, that's incredible, the Italian would buy slices galore. And so my personal budget ( with a lot of modest moral hidden between the lines) is synthesized so quickly: happy to be given to the game myself (and meravigliatissima environment, a flawless organization, the budget invests ... and I do not mean to flatter, but why are things I see every day on the field and I assure you that it is discounted as a thing, I told you! ), happy to be grown as a person and foodblogger , happy meeting with some colleagues ( and finalmenteee, the formal presentations with those who do not know in person, and there is always a great emotion in these cases! ) ... that so we might as well stay here until tomorrow to quibble, especially in the end decided the pantry! So, first we that launched the idea, preferably with taste, imagination and add some flexibility above all mental ... for the rest, well, you name it. And happy shopping to all, nor ! ;)))
I had not yet mentioned to my parentheses Lisbon's . But it was such a hit and run inevitable that the way back, in part saudade ( that is subtle and contagious sense of nostalgia with which the city is absolutely permeated ), was already thinking that the first dinner and souvenirs made with cod oil made in Conserveira de Lisboa ( yes, but not the mega aspattatevi factory warehouse-style hanger, because it is a rather small shops, run by a bunch of very plausibly, Gossips ... entirely covered with delicious tin cans containing the very famous homemade canned cod, tuna, sardines, mackerel and more, and if you do need the gift box, have it! ), I said then that the first dinner and souvenirs ... I would have the opportunity to attach two cosine on what was, for better or worse, the 'our' Lisbon. And believe it or not ( ma visto il soggetto, ci crederete di sicuro:) ), il tour lisboeta consisteva soprattutto in una serie di puntatine in luoghi, come dire, di mero gusto locale. Perchè il tempo era davvero poco e non m'andava di perdere la chicca mangereccia di turno in cambio d'una visita al museo, tanto per dire. Che poi ognuno ha un po' le debolezze sue, e comunque non credo ci sia più 'cultura locale' in un museo, che non in un trancio di bacalhau asado (grigliato, ndr) assaggiato nella tasca (taverna tipica, ndr) di turno. Sempre tanto per dire, eh. :)) Terminando, con un grazie di cuore alla cara DesperateHouseviz che, da brava food blogger italiana residente in Lisbon, he knew exactly how to do with a greedy glance. So ... obrigada! :))
Ma As I like asparagus? Um, actually go a bit 'periods, even (the case of seasonal pure ), I would definitely vintages. And this is definitely a vintage favorable. Yesterday I would have eaten both lunch and dinner, and then nothing, I was there to think about it, to put myself in it tastes a bit 'soft, but also poignant, certainly distinctive, with that slight reference to the artichoke and the rest, well, the conclusion was that the asparagus is that I like every other year, rather than sometimes I take the mental block from cleaning, boiling, saving tips (which are sensitive ) ... on time because they give a great to do, stì signorini qui. E soprattutto, anche dopo aver fatto tutto quanto dovuto, non è mica scontato che la procedura sia stata proprio quella ortodossa, quella più gastro-botanicamente corretta. Primo passo: la conservazione. Dicono che, dopo l'acquisto, andrebbero avvolti in un canovaccio umido e consumati il prima possibile per evitare che induriscano troppo. Secondo passo, la pulitura. Via sicuramente l'estremità più chiara e legnosa e poi giù di pelapatate/coltellino affilato per eliminare le foglioline e la buccia più esterna... o andrebbero magari lasciati così come sono ( estremità legnosa a parte )? Saremo mica alle solite questioni di mero gusto personale, un po' come per la pelle delle fave, so to speak? Definitely, the undersigned prefer to 'browse' a minimum, I love the tenderness and instead tends to Starmie a bit 'nasty stage where I draw the filaments asparagine from the mouth ... and you will see that now we will point out that, thus, also remove all the nutrients, but peace anyway! ;-) A question of taste then, but also of asparagus per se: if (you are lucky and ) find them very thin, very fresh, well you could easily avoid the track for your painstaking work and the asparagus as it is consumed . Third step, the cooking. Boiled, dipped vertically in a nice pot full of lightly salted water, with the tips that pop up out ( because if boiled with everything else, you'll end up ruining miserably), but also baked in a pan with a little liquid, steaming third possibility, perhaps even to keep them a bit 'more al dente ... ok, now what?