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Last night we had guests for dinner: my parents wanted to reciprocate the invitation of a couple of their friends (a colleague of my father and her husband) with a special menu based on mushrooms. Now, I've never been a lover of mushrooms, but the ones I ate last night, prepared lovingly by my mom, were really Special!

The evening was really nice because guests (it was the first time I knew them personally) two people are really nice and funny.

Here's what we ate:

First noodles (homemade by my papi: D) with porcini sauce;

Second sopressa with polenta and porcini;

Dessert: black cheesecake .

Uhm ... try to guess what I have prepared? Eh, I know, too easy:)

That last night was my first cheesecake , and as my usual, I could not resist the temptation to change some little things of the original recipe ...

The result was exceptional, a real treat for the palate!

Here is to you the recipe for cheesecake super chocolate!

BLACK CHEESECAKE

(recipe adapted from the book "Chocolate, all the recipes)

Ingredients: 200 g of biscuits Petit Beurre crumbled (I used a kind of Digestive organic sugar-free) , 200 g of sugar, 3 eggs, 125 g of butter, 250 g of dark chocolate ( possibly 75%) ; a mocha by 3 persons of coffee 625 g of fresh white cheese (I: mix cottage cheese, and a kind of robiola Philadelphia bio ) , 1 vanilla bean, salt.

Preparation: Melt the butter in a double boiler, then mix with the biscuits and sprinkle the mixture with the base of a cake previously greased and floured.

Melt dark chocolate into small pieces in a double boiler with coffee. With the help of an electric mixer, made with a cream cheese and stir in gradually the sugar, the eggs one at a time, the cue vanilla (I used the seeds) and chocolate coffee.

Add a pinch of salt, mix well, then pour the cream into the mold compound covering the biscuits and butter.

Bake at 150 ° C for one hour in the oven and let cool (the outer layer will dry completely ) .

Serve the cake only when completely cold accompanied a pleasure to custard enriched with whipped cream.

ps: sorry for the photos a bit 'foul, but I had to shoot in a hurry at night in the hallway;)

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Dinner Special Goodness of vegetables and cereals

Eastern inspired cuisine, a few weeks ago I created a delicious salad of steamed vegetables and cereals that this is so pleased with my sisters (which I do not expect it at all given their tastes) that today I have decided to it to all my family: the result has been a real success!

I therefore seize the opportunity (albeit a bit 'late) to attend the collection of cereals of "The Greedy Cat" sponsored by Prometheus Urbino : D

GOODNESS 'OF VEGETABLES AND CEREALS

Ingredients (for 4 -5 people ): 300 g of mixed grain (hulled oats, wheat, rye, brown rice, hulled barley and hulled barley), 2-3 carrots, 3 zucchini, 150 g cherry tomatoes, 1 clove of garlic, olive oil salt and pepper.

Preparation : Soak cereals for 6 hours, then drain, rinse and cook in a pot full of water with a little bit 'of salt for about 50'. When cooked, place them in a bowl and leave to one side to cool.

In a pan, let brown in a little oil, a clove of garlic cut in half and a private shoot, then add the carrots that have already cut into pieces, and add a little more than half a glass' warm water and allow it to consumption. Next, cut the zucchini into chunks and add them to carrots adding another cup of hot water.

When this building will be consumed, add the chopped tomatoes into four parts;

cook for 5 'and then add salt and pepper to taste.

Holding the flame still burning in the pan, sauté for a minute or two cereals with vegetables. Serve warm.

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Nonsolospade Celtic festival Nubilaria

Thanks to my friend Carlo Recalcati (aka "Kal"), founder of the 'Cultural Association Bibrax for disclosure and dissemination of Celtic culture, Dario and I attend the Nubilaria Celtic Festival 2010, an extraordinary gathering of Celtic Novellara (from parts of Modena and Reggio Emila, but it is easy: just see where it gets more casinos in the area) . The rich and varied program can be found here .

Our meeting is scheduled for 17:00 on Saturday 4 September. The title is: "The epic Gallic and the Arthurian legend," and we have no idea what to say. Suddenly, as always. But the main themes will be - it goes without saying - the first two books written for the mythological series Senzatempo Agency. Travel unreal in Ireland and Celtic Travel unreal in Britain of Merlin and Arthur.
Now, suppose that all our 16 players and you have better things to do than come to Novellara, in the boundless and insidious Emilia, to hear things that you have already found in our books. Provided that you have read them (not an easy task having its widespread distribution ...). Perhaps, however, given that we are not the best advocates for ourselves, could help us spreading the news.
Or not?
try to convince you with a trick (just as you will understand).

Here's a preview from the book: Senzatempo Agency - Travel unreal in Britain of Merlin and Arthur.

The Birth of Arthur

Emrys Wledig the death of his brother Uthyr ascended the throne and immediately summoned Myrddin that showed him the future.

"Remember the comet that appeared in the sky to the death of your brother?" He began the caster. "You were, indeed, the dragon of fire, the star and showed us just because of that miracle, you have become kings of Prydein. The beam coming out of his mouth that have heralded a powerful son, whose rule will extend across the continent. "

thoughtful and troubled, Uthyr ordered two golden dragons were forged similar to that shown by the star. One assigned it to the Cathedral of Caer Wynt, the other kept it to himself, so to accompany him in battle. For this reason, from that day he was called Uthyr Penndragwn, the head of the Dragons.

But it was fate that peace so painstakingly won does not last long. The son of Hengist, Octa, that King Emrys Wledig had magnanimously saved years before, returned to undermine Prydein. The Saxons rose in the northern provinces of the island and occupied all the strongholds in Caer Efrawg from Alba. Not even the intervention of Uthyr could appease their fury, and the Britons were forced to back up the steep slopes of Mynydd Daneda, where he barricaded.

During the night, the king asked his men what was in their opinion, the best way to launch an attack on the enemies. Gwrleis ap Sardawg, wledig of Cornyw, rose to speak. "The pagans are more numerous than us. If waiting for the dawn, would we certainly suffer a defeat. While, if you take advantage of the dark, and we will overtake them more likely to be able to overpower them. "

Gwrleis The wise advice was well received and fully armed, Uthyr and his warriors moved towards the camp of Octa. -Tight in the midst of the enemy troops, with drawn swords. Taken aback, the Saxons were unable to organize the defense and were promptly routed.

After the victory, he went to Uthyr Llundein and ordered that the prisoners, including Octa, were detained in the prisons of the city.

As Easter was approaching, the king ordered that a special ceremony was organized, to which he invited all the noble Britons. Among the guests were also present Gwrleis Eigyr and his wife, daughter of Amlawdd Wledig, one of the most beautiful ladies Ynys Prydein.

Uthyr As he saw it, fell in love, and from that moment, attention was that for her. Took care not for wanting the best dishes and trays filled with golden bowls full of wine. But above all the smiling, the darts with their eyes and joke with her, regardless of the other guests and her husband.

Gwrleis was so annoyed by the express that the king was courting his wife, who rose from the table and left the room blatantly, without greeting the king.

Puzzled, Uthyr twelve men sent to retrieve it. "I demand that Gwrleis go back and apologize. If you do not obey, bereave him of his lands and his rank. "

Gwrleis But would not hear. "No! I have suffered the most serious offense! For God created the light, will not go back, nor ask forgiveness. Tell Uthyr king that if he wants to talk to me, find me in my fortress of Dinblod . Come, and I will give the welcome she deserves! "

Angered by this response, Uthyr gathered the army and went into Cornyw.

absence of any appropriate means to counter the attack, Gwrleis appealed to anyone who wanted to help him defend his rights against the king. And, because it believed it was too dangerous for Eigyr remain at his side, put it in a safe in the fortress Tintagel, with a large number of warriors to defend it. The woman remained alone among those mighty walls, in punishment for her husband and sad for the many men who have been killed because of that stupid contest.

Gwrleis retired to Dinblod, where he was soon joined by the troops of Uthyr. For seven days the king besieged the fort, but without success. He did not think that Eigyr.

Ulffin He called his friend, Lord of Caer Sallawg, so he confided: "Help me, please! The passion for me Eigyr is devouring so much so that, if not satisfy my desire, I'll die! "

" It very difficult to advise you, sire. The fortress of Tintagel, where Gwrleis brought his bride, is located on a cliff surrounded by the sea and the only entrance opens onto a narrow strip of rock. If you tried to capture it with all the troops Prydein, just three men to defend it. "Then Ulffin's face lit up. "However, you may seek the advice of Myrddin, the charmer. Only he is able to help. "

So was called Myrddin. He already knew why Uthyr demanded his help and, within them, disapproved that he had sent many men to die to satisfy his lust.

But at the same time, since the thousand threads of fate were not unknown, he knew that it was necessary to follow through ...

"Eigyr is the most faithful of women, and even if you have won Tintagel, you would never have the his love, "said the magician, after hearing the request of the king. "However I can help you to approach her with a trick. I will work a spell, so you assume the appearance of Gwrleis. Then Ulffin identical to render his page Medaf, while I turn into Brythael, his steward. Thus disguised, we will not have problems to enter the fortress and you can meet Eigyr. However ... "

"Yes?" Asked Uthyr.

"gives me whatever I ask you, after you've fulfilled your wish," said Myrddin.

The king paid no attention to this request, taken by the thought that everything would soon be held with Eigyr. And that evening, as soon as the fog lifted, and met with Myrddin Ulffin.

Caster lifted his rod and all three changed appearance.

Shortly after their horses galloping along the jagged cliffs. When you reach the outskirts of Tintagel, the guardians Gwrleis recognized and did not hesitate to raise the bar.

Uthyr did not think twice: he dismounted from his horse and reached the rooms Eigyr.

"Why are you here, my husband?" The woman asked, amazed.

"I gave up the battle because I wanted to spend the night with you, the most expensive among women," said Uthyr, with the voice of Gwrleis. And this answer, at least, was sincere.

The king gave vent to his passion, his troops, left to besiege the stronghold Dinblod, it beat the walls and in the real clash Gwrleis was killed.

Dawn was breaking when the soldiers frames came to Tintagel, on his way to Eigyr the news that her husband was dead. Uthyr, which still lingered among the covers entertainment in love, fell out of the room.

imagine the amazement of the soldiers when they saw their master, alive and well!

Once they had explained the reason for their dismay, Uthyr laughed. "You are mistaken. As you can see, I'm not dead! I regret, however, that my fortress was destroyed and my men killed. Now there is a risk that the King of Prydein is channeled here, so I think it is more prudent to meet him and try to make a deal with him. "

Eigyr left from the one who believed her husband without any fear. And when, later, the soldiers took him to the lifeless body of Tintagel Gwrleis, she fell into a heart-rending cry.

Meanwhile, Uthyr and his companions had ridden up to the banks of a stream. Myrddin washed their faces, to buy back the original appearance, then the king returned to his camp, where soldiers informed him of the death of Gwrleis.

Now that the passion was diminished, Uthyr realized he had not hated the lord of Cornyw far as to wish for death and grieving, was reunited with Ulffin Myrddin and to decide what to do.

"Sire, since you can not change the past, you will need to offer compensation to the young widow," said Myrddin. "Take a wife and take care of her. But never to reveal what happened tonight. "

" I will gladly "Uthyr promised.

"Also remember that you have sworn to fulfill any desire you I would have exposed" the magician said.

"That's right" granted to the king.

"Well, you give me the child was conceived that night." Myrddin stared at him, adamant. "And you'll never tell anyone that this is your son."

Uthyr took a deep breath, hit the request. On the other hand had a son, a young brave named Madawg, and the succession was assured. What he cared for a child of Eigyr, on which he could never prove paternity?

"And now good-bye, sir," concluded Myrddin. "I do not see me again before your baby is born."

unprotected after the death of her husband, agreed to marry Eigyr Uthyr Penndragwn. The marriage was celebrated with a feast, and the king was reconciled with relatives and allies of Gwrleis. Since Uthyr not ever revealed what had happened, the poor tormented Eigyr you wondering who the man was that, in the guise of her husband, had visited on that fateful night. She had in fact discovered to be pregnant but was unable to say who was the father of the unborn, and it filled her with shame.

"There is only one solution," said Uthyr, conscious of the terrible promise to Myrddin. "Give birth in secret, and little is grown far from here."

When the time came the day Eigyr gave birth to a boy. Loyal to the instructions of Myrddin, taken Uthyr the baby, wrapped in a cloth and handed it to the midwife. 'Go to the gates of the fortress, and entrust the child to the man who will be waiting. "

Without understanding the reason for that order, the woman left the fortress in the twilight and saw an old beggar. Without a word, the man took hold of fagottello and disappeared into the mist.

And, if it is not enough to convince the fans, it means that we are dedicated to jokes.
Between us, we are already devoted to jokes.
But that's another story, which is better not to know ...

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My liquid gold

Back from vacation ( I spent a week at sea with the family of two of my dearest friends) , thought the summer was attacked me at once, and along with it also that of the heel elevator weekly ... Fortunately, this year I found the perfect remedy to combat the sadness of waking in the morning (eh, the school cost a lot of sacrifices ...) : What's better than a sweet jam to entice a lazy girl like me to come out from the warm blankets of his corner and start a hard day's study?

So I made my "liquid gold", a fantastic plum jam yellow just looking at it remembers the hot summer sun:)

'' LIQUID GOLD "

Ingredients: 3000 g of yellow plums (the weight of the fruit is already washed and treated), 1500 g of sugar (preferably cane), the grated rind of a lemon.

Preparation: Cut the plums into pieces and put them in a pot very large and thick-bottomed with the sugar and lemon peel. Put on the fire and therefore, stirring often with a wooden spoon, cook over medium heat while keeping the jam from time to time and eliminate the foam that forms on the surface, until it reaches the desired consistency in the meantime, a half-sterilized dozen jars by placing them in the oven at 50 ° C.

Pour the hot jam into jars, one by one, close them and put them upside down under a cloth.

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Risotto

I am back after a few days of absence from the blog ...

Today's recipe is that of a risotto I made last week and he managed very well:) Actually, I think make a good risotto (without using pounds of onions, which saves weight hiding the real taste of the ingredients) is a simple thing and can always get good results.

RISOTTO WITH ZUCCHINI

Ingredients (for 5 persons): 400 g of rice (preferably Vialone Nano) 3 medium sized zucchini, 1 clove garlic, 1.5 L of hot vegetable broth, 50 g soft cheese (or other soft cheese), water, oil, salt.

Preparation: Clean, neat and diced zucchini, pour a little oil in a large pot, place over heat and let brown the garlic of garlic. When the oil is hot enough, add the zucchini into cubes, fry for a couple of minutes, then pour as much water as needed to completely cover the vegetables and simmer until it is consumed all (if not the zucchini should still be well cooked, add water until they are soft).

Add the rice into the pot, let it roast a few minutes, then begin to pay the vegetable stock, one ladle at a time, gradually being absorbed by the rice, stirring carefully, making sure you it does not stick to the bottom.

When the risotto is ready, keeping the flame under the pot, stir in adding stracchino and stirring for a few more minutes.

Serve hot, sprinkled with Parmesan cheese to taste.

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Mashed carrots and pistachios

Last post before the holidays. Trenitalia thanked the undersigned who will travel about 2,600 km from Rome in the far north, far north to Rome, from Rome to the extreme south and vice versa. Friuli waiting for me for three weeks, where I hope to devote myself fully to view. The Calabria I welcome instead to September, where I will come back much, much more round (say, by day my hosts are preparing the food and wine tour of the floor they want me to do). In all this my sister for the first time will be with me in Friuli, and will remain a few days to discover the land of my adoption. Also, is there an escapade in France where I'd like to take a course in wine tasting. Ah, the thesis? Well, I will try to find time for that: D
Coming to the recipe today, to let you know what is stupid, I tell you only or my mom when I was doing the photo said: "but also to take a photo carrots?". In my defense I can only say that it is actually a mash: D The doses are for one person: that is what I ate ... the face of those who teases me for photos ;-)



mashed carrots and pistachios

Ingredients: 5 carrots

1
butter milk salt to taste


pepper 1 tablespoon pesto pistachios

Procedure: Clean
and cook until the carrots are tender. Mash with a fork or frullatele (I like that there are chunks of carrot here and there). In a small saucepan, melt a knob of butter, pour the carrots, salt and add enough milk to form a thick cream. Remove from heat, pour into a bowl, add the pesto pistachios and a little 'pepper ground on time.

Happy holidays to all!

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A quick note:)

the Ce am doing! You can not even imagine my joy this morning when, shortly before finishing my shift at the hospital, I decided to try and get to see a speech and I managed to watch almost anything without feeling bad:)

It 's true that with the commitment and passion you can achieve anything ... Yes!

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Travel unreal in Viking Scandinavia - Meeting with the Volvo

The third book in the series Senzatempo Agency, Travel unreal in Viking Scandinavia , presumably will be released by October / November for the publishing house QuiEdit types. Our fearless - or, rather, too fearful - travelers, surrounded by bloody and poetic medieval Norway, will undergo the assessment of fatal diviners and will get acquainted with Snorri Sturluson, before ascending along the rainbow bridge, direct all'Ásgarðr , the fortress of the gods ...

Meanwhile, hoping to feed the spasmodic sixteen expectations of our readers, here is a scene from the second chapter, absolute world premiere ...

After a while ', they found themselves in a square crowded with people. Unlimited talk, looks on, laughing. On some tables had been arranged pieces of meat, bread, cheese, from which all draw, regardless of the swarms of flies buzzed over there. The wooden buildings were quite large, with grass growing on sloping roofs. We could hear the barking of dogs, the quacking of geese, the neighing of the pony pens.
Rompin looked around. "It must be some kind of Unity Day. You will see that the evening will be dancing and the orchestra will be smooth. Who knows where the bandwagon of the gypsy. "
" You're talking about volva , I suppose, "said Luciano.
"Yes, the wise woman who reads palms. Let's ask someone. "
" reason, we are here to find a passage, not to concentrate on palmistry "reminded him of Gustav.
"But if it's a visionary, will tell us where to find a ferry-boat ." Rompin was distracted by a cheerful voices. "Look! Free beer! "
at a foaming cauldron two blonde girls handed out horns filled with beer to anyone to come along.
"Evaristo" called him Patience.
"How many stories. A sip of Tuborg is not denied to anyone! "And he left Rompin, magnetized in the direction of the bar. " Heil, meyjar fogo! "said the girls. "That myndi true drykkr ols fyrir mik?" [Hi, beautiful girls! There would be a sip of beer for me?]
" En ja, fitjungi! Thu fara Her horn!" [But yeah, bump! Here you go, my eye!]
The girls needed a horn uro, full to the brim with foaming beer, and two sweet smiles. All
perky, Rompin moved to the table and grabbed a piece of bread, a pork chop and a form of cheese, including the wonder of a Viking crew. They said something, and the accountant, with the horn in one hand and groceries close to his chest, said aloud. The Vikings had to find his words amusing, because they all burst out laughing.
"It's amazing how he can be funny now," said Sofia.
"Yeah, but there is no help" Gustav sighed. "We just have to find the owner of a ship and convince him to give us a ride."
Luciano looked worried. "The vessels will be financed by companies of merchants and shipowners called félagi . Since we are in mid-summer, most of the boats found to aross are passing, and certainly have been stowed with heavy loads. However, the routes will be discussed these days. "
" I thought it was so complicated! "Snapped Latinis.
"This is a practical people, professor, and hard to find someone willing to set sail for Sweden only do us a favor. If we're lucky, it will take days to leave the Danmörk ... "
Latinis stayed hard. "I do not mind being slow to act. But I will not stay long in this place stink! "
" The professor is about to lose his temper "Gustav whispered.
"Even the wife of the reasons, I feel irritated. "Sofia spoke in a low voice. "Look how it is looking sullen. Do not ever forgive him for taking her on holiday in a Viking village. "
The Danes were tall and strong, very muscular, with faces reddened by the sun. Fearsome appearance, his eyes were clear, transparent like a child. The men wore trousers and shirts with beautiful coats thrown on the mighty shoulders. They wore long hair, beard and mustache, well-shaped. The women were dressed in colorful robes and handkerchiefs on their heads. Children, roughly dressed, ran here and there among geese and dogs, having a wonderful time.
Rompin approached, holding the horn in one hand and a loaf of bread stuffed. "If you hurry, has remained the pig. The beer, however, do not I recommend it. It is watered down, outgassing, with a bottom up one finger. And they say the Danes strong drink! But thirst is thirst! "
" Evaristo! We are trying to get out of a bad situation and you do not gorge themselves on that! "Scolded Patience.
"Oh, do not worry, wife! As long as there is no hope roast pig! "
" I have no desire to stay in this place, dressed like a queen Lombard "
" But if you're great! "Rompin swallowed the bread and gave the end of the horn. Wiped wiping his mouth before the full extent of the arm. "What happens there? Perhaps there is the stand of plugs ... "These
crowded in front of a building not much bigger than others. It was hard to see what was happening, the crowd was so compact. Luciano
raised eyebrows. "There must be a volva ."
"Come on, Oh well, let's go see the gypsy. Make way! "
Rompin crept their shoulders through the crowd, opening a passage so that others might follow. At the foot of the building, sitting on a stool, was the visionary. He sat rigid with the bust and head erect, her hair ash surrounded by a band. Carrying a rod on which was stacked a skull of a horse, and wore a long robe, gray as his eyes.
The crowd around her in a semicircle. At times, someone came forward and, after having placed a small gift to his feet, asking questions. The woman bowed her head and waited for long moments before answering, his voice hoarse. Who walked away happy and peaceful, others a bit 'upset, but no one seemed disappointed. A merchant laughed, happy, and went with long strides. Another, thinner, shook his head, as if the proceedings were not to his liking. But most of the petitioners accepted the verdict, whatever it was, getting away with manly fatalism.
"To be honest, scares me a bit '" Sophie whispered.
"reason than because it asks if ..." Gustav began, and immediately dropped the question, realizing that the seer had noticed them.
The woman was standing with his head, turned toward them. His eyes framed Patience and Rompin, and lay down. Perched on the professor, and frowned. Sofia lingered on, as if trying to focus on a detail indefinable. Gustav then sailed on, and something seemed to brighten.
travelers faced stiff and the Putnam property.
"Who are you, who do not belong to the world?" The seer spoke in a soft voice. "I recognize clothes, but not the faces and minds. "
Sofia started, surprised the naturalness with which she had broken the language barrier.
"We are travelers of unreality, ma'am." Gustav was the first to find the word, and his tone was full of respect.
"You walk down the streets so that the world contains." He shook his head. "I often travel the paths unreal."
"Really?" Sophie was surprised. "But who are you?"
"I was a girl one time, and I sat on the door of my house," was the enigmatic reply volva . "He came to me and stared at a man its only in my eye. I was young, and I dared to laugh at. "I know everything about you, Óðinn! I know where your eye hidden Yourself in the spring of Mimir, "He gave me the rings and necklaces, and the rod of prophecy." He lifted his stick. "I became a volva , and my eyes started to go away. From the pen of men rises with eagles' wings and fly to the edge of the world where they live in the frost giants. Comes down to the roots of the great ash tree, through the mists of the house of the dead, and then rises over the rainbow, to the realm of the gods. From the beginning, when the land came from his forge fire, ice and goes to the sunset of the time when the world will burn and the gods will fall! "
" Fate is therefore under the root of your tongue? "came forward Luciano.
Something in the eyes of the woman came on light alarm. "It is useless for me to prove what you do not understand."
"Others I could not expect to be a witch!"
"Then do not ask me questions and ill turn your somewhere else."
The volva slid off the stool kneels to land. He took a leather bag from his belt, put his hand there and spread the white cloth spread in front of her polished pebbles, small pebbles collected on the shore of a river, on which were engraved signs angled paintings black or red. He lowered his hand and began to mix with wise movements of the fingers. Gustav
leaned toward the ear of Sofia. "Rune. The magical alphabet of the Germans. The volva is performing a divination. "
Latinis snorted. "Tacitus alludes to these practices and, as I'm concerned, I'm not curious to learn more ..."
'Do silence, a man of Rome, "cried the volva , lifting his head shot. "Do not be proud of your frozen know, that you proceed without a license and thoughts!"
so vehemently had, incredibly, the effect of quieting the old professor. The seer came to lay before him.
"Rune of fire and ice dancing on the tips of my fingers, the Nine Worlds fly in my eye and the Norns weave the threads of fate." The woman chose a rune, then a second, then a third, and got in line ahead.
" Reid, Ass, Dagr " task, tapping on the three symbols with your fingernail.
picked up one by one the three stones, and rose to her feet, he slid his eye on Virgil. " Reid, who oversees the travel might be movement of people and goods through the dusty streets of the ground or riding done in spirit and unreal dreams." She put the little stone the palm of his hand and closed her fingers. "The streets of unreality will hatch always in front of your coach, or traveler timeless."
"Thanks." Virgilio blushed like a schoolboy. "It's a good omen."
The volva showed the second pebble.
" ass, the divine rune ... irony or destiny?" He grabbed the hand of the young Luciano and gasped feeling it burn in his palm. "The world is the human time and every being has its inevitable destiny. As atrocious, the law also imposes Urðr of the gods. You can not escape the fate, but just deal with it. A head high and no regrets, bravely and nobly. "
" As to this, we'll see! "Snapped Luciano. The
volva broke away from him and raised his third pebble. "From the beginning of the world to cool scorching fire that reduced to ashes. But Dagr is also the dawn sweeps away the night, is the transition and transformation. It is the fire that destroys and creates the fire, two aspects of the same element. "His eyes softened when he met one of Sofia. "You and me, girl, we draw from the same source, we have the same eyes."
He drew back and blinked Sofia. He opened his hand and found, in the palm, the third and last pebble.
"I do not understand why the seers, soothsayers and prophets must always speak in riddles," said Latinis acre.
"So you know, a man of Rome, and mine is not a riddle, I'll be your shadow," said the woman. "'ll See me at my burial mound, when the world will come to an end and the fire will be up to the sky!" She covered her face with a violent gesture. "And now go! Go! "

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Who goes slowly ...

"Who goes Slow and steady wins the race!" My grandfather always told me (and keep repeating it still: D) when I was a little girl ...

continued my internship at the hospital, this week, as announced, in maxillofacial surgery.

Yesterday morning I was ashamed of myself, I nearly fainted at the sight of some stitches! After that, all morning, I have not seen any action, but only a few visits ...

The doctors and nurses who were there with me (all nice people, nice and helpful that I admire very much) they told me it is normal that I felt bad for the My "baptism of fire", and indeed, which is actually good because it means that "I really believe in what I do", but, come on, I thought that would happen to me in front of an open wound and bleeding, not for points a bit 'encrusted ...

this morning, then I left with a new objective: to succeed, slowly, over a week, to stand before an intervention!

's why I remembered the words of my grandfather ... a pill of wisdom, but above all hope and comfort:)

A step forward today I also did: I went to see an operation, even though, by sitting (not trust me to stand for now), could not see well all the details ...

But now I convinced: I'll reach my goal!

afternoon, then, I was so happy that I made a cake ... The dough came different (or so I believe) than the original recipe, because instead of "pouring" into the pan, I spread with a rolling pin ... although this was delicious!

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Ingredients: 1 / 2 kg of flour (preferably sifted) 3 eggs 150 g sugar, 1 glass of anise liqueur (okay even without), 2 bags of baking powder (I used one), 1 glass of milk, 150 g of butter, 1 / 2 lemon, 25 g cocoa powder.

Preparation: On the pastry have the flour and knead with eggs, sugar, liquor, milk (this is where I added a little 'flour because become too sticky), butter, baking powder and lemon zest.

knead until mixture is smooth and homogeneous. Take 1 / 3 of the dough and add the cocoa.

Butter a baking dish and pour half the white paste, cover with the chocolate and make a final layer of white paste. Bake at 180 degrees for about 30 '. Serve cake just warm or cooled.

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like cooking porridge

Lately, every Sunday afternoon I was dying to bake cakes and cookies ... I do not mind even more at the kitchen has become important to give vent to my desire to cook, there are 20 or 40 degrees: D

I know that this risk of neglecting my friendships (because the desire to escape is driven by to bake delicious) , but what can I do if the kitchen is one of my greatest passions? If it relaxes me, distracting me, in short, makes me feel so good if you do not feel the need for another?

This weekend was the turn of a recipe that lay quiet and still unused since last fall ... The first time I tasted had a filling of custard, but also with the jam is not coming at all bad, maybe just a little 'more sticky than it should;)

delicious cake

Ingredients: 300 g of flour 150 g butter 150 g sugar, 1 egg and 1 egg yolk, a teaspoon of baking powder a pinch of salt, a jar of jam (I have used for a peaches and oranges prepared by the mother of my brother's girlfriend) .

Preparation: Sift the flour and knead with the softened butter and chopped, then add sugar, baking powder, salt and eggs and knead the mixture on a floured board. Form a ball, wrap in foil paper and place in refrigerator for 30 '(to prepare the dough may well use the robot in case of lack of time).

Divide the dough in two. Form a dough with the first one half and use it to line a cake tin with a hinged opening. Prick the bottom of the cake, pour the jam and cover with the remaining dough, spread with a rolling pin.

Bake at 180 ° C for about half an hour.