... night ... just returned from two days in which I've heard all sorts of household poverty on the birth of a son ... I thought I would rejoice / you with this 'review' of Elio ...
However ... as the theme goes crazy ... and not just the theme ... I thought I'd enter the contest by joining my way: with recipes, music, reading ... in order to cover the topic to 360 degrees . Without adding anything of my own, with no other thoughts ... all seems more than enough already loooong alas ...
Bon ... after listening to a story breeze, if you like, you can read the following ( novel by Philip Roth: The Dying Animal ):
"(...) have won the total interest, have become the consuming passion of a man than in any other field would be inaccessible, get a life you admire and which otherwise would have prevented ...
This is the power, and has the power you want. The rule is not subject to a sequential exchange, is the subject of an ongoing exchange . It is not an exchange, as a plot. And here is the source not only of my obsession for her, but his counter-obsession for me. Or so I thought then, what helped me imagine trying to understand what was intended Coonsuela and why I was there up to their ears. For how many things you know, how many things you think, as you weave and trams and architects are never above the sex. And this is a very risky game. A man would not have two-thirds of the concerns if you do not continue to look for a woman to fuck. E 'sex to disrupt our lives, usually ordered.
I know and everybody knows that.
Each vanity, taken to extremes, always ends up making fun of you. Read Byron's Don Giovanni.
But how do you do when you sixty-two years and believe now that it had longer entitled to something so perfect? \u200b\u200b
How do you, when you sixty-two years and the impulse to grasp all that is to grasp could not be more stronger?
How do you do when you sixty-two years and you realize that all those body parts that had hitherto invisible (kidneys, lungs, veins, arteries, brain, intestines, prostate, heart) are starting to become painfully obvious, while the organ most conspicuous in your life will be reduced to nothing?
not get me wrong.
not that, thanks to a Consuela, you can fool yourself and think they can have a final injection of youth.
Never before at this time feel the distance that separates you from your youth.
In his energy, his enthusiasm, in his youthful ignorance, in his youthful wisdom , this distance is dramatized at all times.
not confuse the fact that she is, and not you, to have twenty-four.
should be a fool to feel young again.
If you felt young, it would be too easy.
Do not you feel young, far from it: feel the breadth of its unlimited future, you feel - even more than you usually do-the intensity of every last lost grace.
It 's like playing baseball as a team of twentysomethings. It's not that you feel twenty years old playing with them. Note the difference every passing minute.
But at least you're not on the sidelines, the bench.
Here's what happens: the anguish of being old, but in new ways. "
I know and everybody knows that.
Each vanity, taken to extremes, always ends up making fun of you. Read Byron's Don Giovanni.
But how do you do when you sixty-two years and believe now that it had longer entitled to something so perfect? \u200b\u200b
How do you, when you sixty-two years and the impulse to grasp all that is to grasp could not be more stronger?
How do you do when you sixty-two years and you realize that all those body parts that had hitherto invisible (kidneys, lungs, veins, arteries, brain, intestines, prostate, heart) are starting to become painfully obvious, while the organ most conspicuous in your life will be reduced to nothing?
not get me wrong.
not that, thanks to a Consuela, you can fool yourself and think they can have a final injection of youth.
Never before at this time feel the distance that separates you from your youth.
In his energy, his enthusiasm, in his youthful ignorance, in his youthful wisdom , this distance is dramatized at all times.
not confuse the fact that she is, and not you, to have twenty-four.
should be a fool to feel young again.
If you felt young, it would be too easy.
Do not you feel young, far from it: feel the breadth of its unlimited future, you feel - even more than you usually do-the intensity of every last lost grace.
It 's like playing baseball as a team of twentysomethings. It's not that you feel twenty years old playing with them. Note the difference every passing minute.
But at least you're not on the sidelines, the bench.
Here's what happens: the anguish of being old, but in new ways. "
Here ... I would say that in the light of this reading ... I have points to make.
Apart from that I apologize to pigs for the parallel because it
it seems fair to an animal that I find so noble.
Anyway ... the marriage (it would be wrong to talk about marriage!) Pork / potato seems to me better, which is why I opt for a gateau! From
it seems fair to an animal that I find so noble.
Anyway ... the marriage (it would be wrong to talk about marriage!) Pork / potato seems to me better, which is why I opt for a gateau! From
monograph from which I took inspiration for this recipe I read
"Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes and prism are all good words to (the shape of) lips"
this quotation is from 'Little Dorrit' C. Dickens ...
needed:
-1.5 kg -1 pound potatoes and 1 / 2 of grated cheese (parmesan, cheese or a mix) -3
mozzarella cheese (drained and chopped)
-3 eggs -2 cups of cooked two slices
-1 pound of Tilsit or Emmentaler or Fontina cheese (whatever you like) cut into thin slices
-breadcrumbs
-1 pound of butter-milk
-salt & pepper
Preparation:
Cook the potatoes in salted water with the skin, then you shall peel once cooked and drained. Meanwhile shelled eggs and separate yolks from egg whites, whisk the latter. Mash the potatoes (yes already!) And pick up the puree into a bowl that will add 80 grams of butter and grated cheese then mozzarella squeezed and reduced to small pieces Finally, the egg yolks and egg whites.
Grease a baking dish then sprinkle with bread crumbs, pour on the bottom half of the mixture and livellatelo with a spatula or the back of a spoon then put two fettene brick to cover everything on them (or in the way you want ... ...) also roll out thin slices of cheese chosen before ending with the preparation of the compound of potatoes remained. You can sprinkle with bread crumbs and other small knobs of butter if there be advanced a bit '. Bake in preheated oven, for three quarters of an hour and allow it to cool a bit 'before serving it.
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