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Port adrenergic list ( bring with you a list ). My grandmother wanted to make sure that, once arrived at the shop I had not forgotten some of the few things I had to buy that day. Then we went to the shop every day, things were mostly always the same: bread, pasta, rarely a few slices of salami or ham. The ham was not there, arrived in the late seventies with the economic boom, which was represented to me that you had to eat nutella from strictly on a large slice of bread and only at set times, as if it were comparable with a medical prescription.

Back to the list: my mom she used to tear a strip from a sheet from Sunday's Courier, or to gain some sort of strips on which was often wrap by writing a list of things to buy. The result, at the end of all that work, we do not understand anything, the writing done by hand mingled with the rest of the printed words and are likely to buy a pound of tar instead of the equivalent pound of salami.

The list gives security, has become a sort of laissez-passer, a sign of recognition. Holding it tight in his left hand (lefties in part) to keep out of the right hand can do the heavy lifting. Throngs of people moving closely following the treasure map that leads them to doubt to find the desired object as long as ... the treasure map is decipherable. Better not to have it write another list: usually at home you can decipher it all, but once you get on the field, some letters of the list seem to have done streccing: the "e" are used to transform into "L". To "n" usually check, miraculously, a new Gambetta and turn into "femme". Not to speak of whole words, like some unpleasant people, we fail to recognize when we meet.

The list does not provide security, especially if its end it says ”cipolle” e le cipolle sono all’inizio del supermercato. Bisogna solo sperare che il traffico interno sia scarso, poiché procedere in senso contrario è pericolosissimo, oltre a rischiare tracici scontri frontali con altri veicoli spinti con forza sovrumana da pensionati ancora in forma, si devono incassare gli sguardi di compassione di clienti che sanno benissimo che l’uscita è da tutt’altra parte. Ma il rischio, del quale dobbiamo aver più paura, quando procediamo in senso inverso, è quello dell’uomo della sicurezza, che sta sicuramente pensando che stiamo per svignarsela senza pagare il dovuto.

Avviso ai naviganti dei mari in tempesta: buttate la vecchia lista! Il rischio e quello di fare the old expense that you need to pay more than € new, of course, to make the shape of fools ... but that's another story.

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I'm updating the list of Italian Food Blog. I left the bulk of obtaining information from some websites. I immediately realized that the disorder is indescivibile. Many sites will no longer respond to the call, you probably were deleted, others have camiato address. Others on the list are not blogs that relate directly to the kitchen and its surroundings and so on ...

would be nice to have statistics that will be split by region, city etc.. etc.. I came to complete la lettera C , ma il lavoro è ancora molto lungo ed impegnativo. Qualcuno mi potrebbe aiutare?

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Questo lavoro mi stà impegnando più del dovuto, non mi resta neanche il tempo per la cucina. Dovete accontentarvi delle croste di polenta, ma vi assicuro che sono deliziose. Sono state fatte con la farina di Pignoletto rosso. Lo conoscete?.

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The severe pruning and topping cuts involve large (and therefore the main branches) and drastic removal of the summit. This kind of intervention is bad because with it you go off suddenly, most of the leaves through which the plant feeds (it in fact, unlike what is commonly thought, do not feed through the roots) and is induced the tree to produce new and quickly, giving background to the reserves accumulated in previous years and suffering, ultimately, a nutritional stress . Add to this stress by irradiation of the trunk of the plant until then protected by his own hair, by bombardment of ultraviolet rays. The production of numerous branches next to a severe pruning should not mislead: they are not a sign of vigor, but the energy expenditure of reserves that the plant is forced to put in place to try and run for cover for its nutritional deficiencies and sunscreen, and to rebalance the crown underground: the roots. Moreover, large cuts are not easy to heal and pathogens that cause wood rot, arriving before the tree can stop them with their chemical barriers: the rot and then also reaches even the larger branches or even the trunk, making the entire structure unstable and dangerous. Finally, a tree pruned dramatically loses value and is aesthetically ugly. E 'must surely intervene if the tree has been damaged, such as lightning. But it is for the young plants to give them a proper shape and a strong structure, always running very small cuts and using the material already present on the plant, without inducing the production of new branches are not predictable. Pruning is important because it affects the whole life of the plant, its size to fit your requirements and the type of pruning to be charged in the future. In addition, the pruning should be performed periodically on adult plants to clean up the dead branches or those attacked by pathogens due to rot. Finally, prune when the plant is not for you but for our needs, let's do it before the tree is over dimensioned, since it has reached a size acceptable to us on, we will always hold it with light cuts and thin out the foliage eliminating the weaker branches. Pruning should be performed preferably in winter, even though every season is good, to avoid are essentially spring to bud and formation of new branches and autumn, during the loss of leaves.

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Crumble

 

Questa parola non mi suonava nuova, da qualche parte l’avevo già sentita. Anzi, per essere precisi l’avevo già letta. Cerca e ricerca nella mia memoria scalcinata, ecco che all’improvviso una lampadina si accende, proprio come quella di Archimede Pitagorico. Ma partiamo dall’inizio, come si conviene: la nostra carissima amica Aiuolik (altro supereroe dei fumetti), sembra averlo fatto apposta, per comporre il suo abbecedario della cucina seguendo, come Pollicino le briciole per ritrovare la strada di casa, non poteva fare a meno di proporre per la terza lettera dell’alfabeto la parola “ crumble ”.

Ammetto la mia ignoranza a proposito della lingua inglese, certamente dopo tanti anni di lavoro nel campo dell’informatica il lato tecnico della lingua anglosassone mi è abbastanza famigliare, ma “crumble” nei computer e nelle righe di compilazione non mi era ever find her and for me, remained only a onomatopoeia to represent the feeling of surprise, it seems Como ciumbia (wow).

long, cookbook in hand, I find the open secret: not exactly a sweet dessert, a dessert, but also a snack to serve in the container that was used for preparation. You can taste the cold, but is just as good, warm, and why not, even boiling. One should be prepared to discover that remain open-mouthed when digging among the crumbs is with great surprise that the hidden side of sweet fruit.

dialogue between husband and wife.

Wife - "What are you doing?"

Marito – “devo preparare un dolce”

Moglie – “ che dolce ?!!”

Marito – “mmm… crumble”

Moglie – “I crumble li ho sempre fatti io!”

Volete sapere com’è andata a finire? Davvero non ve lo immaginate? Il crumble l’ha fatto Laura, però mi ha concesso gentilmente di preparare la frutta. Pertanto, se siete curiosi di sapere la sua ricetta non vi resta che farvelo dire da lei. Quasi quasi vi lascio il suo numero di cellulare.

 

 

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The fourth nigelliana cake. Tropical chocolate cake

What makes this cake yeast in the chapter on chocolate cakes? Be 'is just the coconut and icing inside is black. The icing does not make the cake. Clearly, the culinary aspect of this blog becomes lighter and moves to the 'other entirely dedicated to the kitchen. But some recipe I will definitely caught in the keys. Things Russian, the marathon continues nigelliana, a little 'spompatina, but still.

This cake has a soft cake made with cottage cheese and pineapple, but tastes that prevail are the coconut and chocolate.

Ingredients

for cake

4 rings of pineapple in natural juice drained from their

75 gr. white cheese like Philadelphia

200 gr. flour 0

125 gr.

sugar 75 gr. sugar cane

1 teaspoon baking powder

1 / 2 teaspoon baking soda

200 gr. of butter (I lightened, and 100 grams is not bad. +80 grams of butter. oilseed)

40 gr. cocoa 2 eggs

2 tablespoons Malibu (I replaced it with a simple rum, but Nigella proposes to use instead of pineapple juice)

for icing

2 egg whites

100 gr.

sugar 4 tablespoons golden syrup (ok, hard to find in Italy and they say it can not be replaced, but I substituted vanilla sugar syrup)

1 / 4 teaspoon salt ;

1 / 4 teaspoon cream of tartar

2 teaspoons coconut flavoring

40 gr. desiccated coconut

Working in a mixer pineapple, cheese, and then all the other ingredients. Divide the creamy mixture that results in two molds can be opened 20 cm. I unfortunately only have one. This does not yield to the temptation to do everything at once, rather it is better to cook in two batches. Bake for 20-25 minutes in oven preheated to 180 ° preparation.

While the two halves are cooled to prepare the icing. Do not prepare too early because it is better to spread on hot cake. Put a pan in a water bath. While slightly below boiling water, place in saucepan all frosting ingredients except coconut and desiccated coconut aroma. With an electric mixer fitted for five minutes until the mixture will thicken. Remove from heat, add the coconut flavor. Stuff the cake sandwich with one third of the icing. The rest cover everything and sprinkle with desiccated coconut.

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Questa volta non faremo né nomi né cognomi. Li chiameremo soltanto scellerati, ché altro appellativo essi non meritano.
Non sappiamo quanta sia la consapevolezza di codesto branco di energumeni in arancione. Ad occhio e croce ben poca, visto che l’aver ripetuto a iosa il concetto non è servito a niente. Non sappiamo neppure chi sia il mandante dell’ennesima eroica intrapresa di costoro: se il sindaco, irrintracciabile, che forse si sta spaparanzando al pallido sole di Oslo, o il signor Paolo, che ieri sicuramente stava in ferie, o addirittura l’assessore competente in materia, unico indiziato presente in loco; se fosse stato lui però sarebbe davvero il colmo. Certo è che ancora Once the municipal workers, "bloated" to a bulky technical arsenal, they hit again. The usual barbaric workers. With its usual unparalleled violence. With the usual foolishness. With the usual stupidity.
have mortally wounded the last surviving linden in front of the school gate. Ironically, just last Sunday, accompanied by a forestry expert, had gone around the country, noting that the compromise was already limited green heritage of Tesero. Almost with foresight we had paused to look at that lime. He had a couple of broken branches from the snow and so would have been enough to cut, not add up to give the damage. But yesterday, the squad has in orange done much, much more. That lime was beheaded (but also in New Square and perhaps elsewhere saw wild municipal fun has run with the same stupid violence). Maybe now the overthrow of all that lime, as did a couple of years ago with a neighbor across his companion in misfortune. With so much nonsense there is little to re-tell. We can only cry in vain for the last time, make the following rhetorical questions to the mayor in default, and the chief alderman competent men on holiday: but as a serious guilt had spotted the helpless plant d 'embellishment to deserve to suffer such a stupid brutality? What would have served the tree in front of the school building, if not to give it some 'of decorum? And now, reduced in this way, can still have that sense, the function will still perform?

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Let's face it. The municipal workers are expensive, and if the administration outsources much of its work to external stakeholders, net of clearing snow from the stage set up for occasional carnival, the exposure of some flag on the Pontagia , laying, before Marcialonga, plywood silhouettes of skiers a bit 'here and a little' and the substitution there di qualche lampadina pubblica bruciata, a quei signori resta ben poco altro da fare. Per di più la flotta dei mezzi in dotazione, recentemente rinnovata e ampliata, pagata dai contribuenti locali, è imponente e costosa. Per giustificarne quindi la presenza e l’onere bisogna dimostrare di usarla per qualcosa.
Ma se in questo paese la si usa soltanto, o quasi, per far danni, meglio sarebbe che quei signori in arancione restassero imboscati nel magazzino comunale, non mezzo il tempo come già fanno, ma tutto il tempo, da mattina a sera, a grattarsi i coglioni. Molto meglio! Il costo sarebbe uguale, il ricavo pure, e perlomeno la collettività e l’ambiente resterebbero in pace.

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Alexander II was right and Stalin!

Strange way to play with history by the Russian presidency! Medvedev spoke yesterday with an inaugural speech at a solemn congress, held in St. Petersburg to celebrate the 150th anniversary of the liberation of the serfs. The 'event' par excellence (событие) century Russian history took place on February 19 (Julian calendar) 1861 and that the Tsar Alexander II was promulgated the act, known to history as the Tsar Liberator. It 'strange that a ruler must now build on a czar, tsar to a say, to talk about freedom and democracy (in his speech to Alexander Medvedev opposes Democrat Nicholas I and Stalin, astute observers that "freedom is better than no freedom"!).
"Major reforms and modernization of Russia" is the title of the conference. Modernization is not the end of the nineteenth century, but the twenty-first, yes. And 'one of the favorite words of Medvedev and his entourage, so it's sort of a slogan repeated as a mantra with which to distinguish the current president from his (ex?) mentor Putin. As in past years it filled the head of Russia's "sovereignty" and "vertical of power" ... By the way, here is an excerpt of the speech Medvedev:

"Alexander II received an inheritance a country whose political institutions were fundamental serfdom and a vertical power military-bureaucratic. He was able to see their weakness and lack of prospects, beyond the external power of the empire, and we have always been good at throwing dust in the eyes. An economic policy ineffective and an inadequate social structure for developing were taking the country to the inevitable collapse. "
Who ever they are talking Medvedev? Many whisper that the tandem is being unpaired (the presidential elections are close, in 2012) and the BBC introduces your comment to this story with the title : "In the wake of Alexander II to the second term." Well, remember that Alexander was not very fortunate, perished in 1881 after a terrorist attack.
But when the policy takes hold of history is inevitably forced to operate crude simplifications. Liberation from bondage was a reform desired by almost a century, and not only by revolutionary insurgents. The Tsar was at the forefront of the anti serfdom: Catherine II and even the reactionary Nicholas I (on this point wrongly opposed to Alexander Medvedev). But the Alexandrian reform all discontent. It led to the downfall owners already heavily indebted and fell into a spiral of poverty, most of the farmers who had to rescue a high price for freedom, economically offsetting their lords. Instead, it fostered a series of reckless financial speculation, creating the conditions for the emergence of a new class of fixers and entrepreneurs who have amassed huge amounts of capital behind the state and the noble class in decline. This will be the real news of the measures of Alexander II?

Sources: BBC Russian service and site of the Russian president

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Tale Bavarian carnival

If it was a little girl, her parents, they would have called Benedetta, so they would respect the tradition of passing on that name that often occurs in their family . Then, a name so well-wishing, would surely have brought a lot of luck to that child so much desired, after they had already come into the world's three sons. Likelihood to be born in to a great beech, the town which was called "Forest of the elves," but fortunately her mother managed to get home, despite the pains preceding the birth were very strong. Women, too, in quel tempo, erano forti e abituate a sopportare le fatiche, che condividevano con gli uomini, nei lavori del campo e del bosco.

Benedetta aveva proprio fretta, di venire al mondo. Anna, la levatrice, non fece  in tempo ad arrivare per dare il suo aiuto, sebbene la sua casa distasse pochi minuti di cammino dalla casa della partoriente. Quando entrò in casa, Benedetta già stava sorridendo a un raggio di sole che illuminava l’immagine della Sacra Famiglia, che i contadini erano soliti appendere sopra la testata del letto matrimoniale.

Benedetta cresceva velocemente, come crescono in fretta tutti i bimbi che vivono in quella valle a metà strada tra la pianura e la montagna. Era una bimba allegra, con una voce cristallina which gave only joy to listen to, just like the streams that descend from the mountains in the spring. That year, the autumn had come early. In the woods of the elves, was beginning to form a carpet of glossy leaves, which accumulated in the wind a few points behind the steep walls.

Towards the end of that mild October, ran the year 1943, some huts, which were used only in summer, settled a group of partisans. They were young anti-fascists of the place, soldiers of the disbanded army and prisoners of war escaped from detention camps: all the difficulties of sharing a life was difficult and dangerous as that of the partisan bands.

The partisan group that was given the name "Mount Soglio group" had achieved a significant abundance and could be very dangerous, not only in war but also on the propaganda. For these reasons, the fascists, the group went up against one of the first and hardest raids with many who tried in vain to crush the guerrilla insurgency. On the afternoon of December 6, a German reconnaissance plane, known as "Stork" flew over the area where it was headquartered in the long partisan group: the white snow fell abundantly in the past days made it easier to identify the targets. The fact alarmed formations, but at dawn the next day a column of German motor vehicles - which were aggregated military Republican National Guard - by Cuorgnè moves in two directions: the rolling-Prascorsano Pratiglione-Forno-Rivara and oven, which came despite attempts to hinder the march blowing up some bridges. At about 17, the battle ended with the complete encirclement of the stations and the capture of 18 survivors who, in a sad procession, were taken in the basement of City Hall where they were again beaten and tortured. In the afternoon the next day, December 9, people the place was made out of their homes and in columns to the courtyard of what was then the home of beam: they had to attend as a warning, the punishment of the rebels. In two groups of nine, the partisans were made to pass through the narrow gate that opened on the right side of the house of the beam and aligned in front of a firing squad, which turned their backs, had to be shot in the back. So their lives were cut off.

Benedetta he saw the massacre, but he felt the blows of the shock of the firing squad, you feel the acrid smell of gunpowder, and felt the taste of blood on his lips, the formed a knot in my stomach that came up in throat and stopped there. Since that day, Benedetta, did not utter one word more.

As the leaves of the beech, which fall to give new life to plants that grow, even the passage of time smooths the pain that Benedetta had lived. A few years later, took her husband Anselmo, a good man, perhaps a little taciturn, but with a gentle soul. Blessed with dedication raised the only son who managed to get from Anselmo. Meanwhile, the wood elves kept changing her dress. And after several changes of clothes a fresh spring returned, the wind and the rain had washed the steep slopes and new planting of beech were looking for the warm rays of sun. Benedetta, sitting on a rock, pulled back a flap the bundle that went into his arms blue eyes and looked at Alice, her granddaughter.

Alice was a perfect copy of Benedetta. ... It was as if God had wanted to make a replica of that cheerful girl who was seen running through the streets of that country, and almost wanted to correct his error had created this new life. Alice and Benedetta were one person. Alice, growing up became the voice of Benedetta. Although it was still so small, was able to understand every thought of this grandmother who could not speak.

Alice was delighted when watching his grandmother while he was preparing the dinner. Benedict knew his actions and measured with an almost theatrical emphasis. The winter was drawing to a close, approaching the period the carnival, and in those valleys were used to observe the old ancestral traditions unique to that period. Every day, Alice grandmother Tina watched carefully, sometimes helped her shelling beans, or preparing vegetables for soup. But that day he saw something that had never before seen. Grandma Tina took from a shelf a strange pot with four handles and a mouth that choked. In his mind he saw the elves of the forest who were preparing to cook dinner. Then, his grandmother opened a canvas bag, and poured a waterfall in a pot of beans, Alice seemed to the eyes of all the elves who lived in the fairy tales. A forest made of herbs, onion and a pinch eyes, disappeared d’incanto nella bocca della pentola, e con esso tintinnando, tutti i fagioli. Intanto, nonna Tina aveva preparato con le cotenne di maiale alcuni rotolini che sembravano delle quagliette implumi, finirono nell’antro fatato anche loro, come tanti personaggi di una favola che nonna Tina le stava raccontando.

Persa in questo mondo immaginario, Alice si addormentò. Nonna Tina la prese tra le sue braccia e la portò nel suo lettino, rimboccò per bene le coperte e dentro di se recitò la preghiera dell’angelo.

Prima che soppragiunse il sonno profondo, Alice aprì ancora gli occhi, vide il bosco degli elfi, gli uccellini, gli occhi degli gnomi che guardavano attraverso il buio del bosco, e gli sembrò di feel blessed that my grandmother used to say:

"Good night my love."

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Still on nuclear and Chernobyl 'in particular

" If we examine the five million people who live in a wider area around the central, highly unlikely there will be a noticeable increase in mortality due to leukemia or other tumor types ". Yes, they're talking about Chernobyl '.

I am amazed the way in which our usual Nuclear Italian Forum Chernobyl is the question '. My father, a country doctor in Brianza said that since that fateful May 1986 as a child he had noticed a surge in the incidence of cancer among his patients. Nothing scientific, of course. Observations on the skin of a normal doctor. But now Italian Nuclear Forum is preparing for the twenty-fifth of the tragic event spreading an overview of the news, unable to deny the severity of the disaster, trying in every possible way of reducing its scope. We talked of peaceful discussion that would help citizens to form an opinion unbiased?? Here I am I take a distorted propaganda whose tone recalls the Soviet or sales pitch to those who until recently denied the millions of deaths Stalinism. This is why I appeal to my world walking oe spread their controrisposta response (automatic and autogenerantesi!) Forum. I think everyone should read to get an idea. And to all riconsiglio read Prayer for Chernobyl ' Svetlana Aleksievic.