Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Big Booty Wehit Women
Les macarons sont bons!
continue to put a lot 'to' post 'in spite of the amount of photos and recipes ready, luckily there is you, is always a joy to read in the comments!
for macarons:
2 egg whites 180 g icing sugar
20 grams of sugar 100 grams almond flour
few drops of red dye and blue
for salted butter caramel :
1oo grams of sugar
10cl cream
30 gr di burro salato
un pizzico di fior di sale alla vaniglia
Frullare per qualche minuto la farina di mandorle e lo zucchero a velo per ottenere una "polvere" sottile. Montare gli albumi a neve ferma e unire poco alla volta lo zucchero semolato. Aggiungere la polvere di mandorle e zucchero a velo mescolando delicatamente, facendo attenzione che la meringa resti ben ferma. Riempire una sac à poche e formare dei cerchi (un paio di cm di diametro) di impasto sulla teglia foderata con carta da forno, lasciando abbastanza spazio fra un macaron e l'altro. Infornare per circa 15 minuti a 150°. Una volta tolti dal forno lasciarli raffreddare e poi staccarli.
Per il caramello salato: mettere in una pentola la panna e riscaldarla (Without letting it reach a boil) and keep warm. Meanwhile, prepare the caramel which, when ready, stirring constantly, add the hot cream, softened butter and fleur de sel. Allow to cool while stirring. At this point you can fill the macarons.
are wonderful the next day!
Warning: When will the maracons of meringue on the baking sheet, let stand at least half an hour before baking. This is so above them to form a sort of "film". 
continue to put a lot 'to' post 'in spite of the amount of photos and recipes ready, luckily there is you, is always a joy to read in the comments! for macarons:
2 egg whites 180 g icing sugar
20 grams of sugar 100 grams almond flour
few drops of red dye and blue
for salted butter caramel :
1oo grams of sugar
10cl cream
30 gr di burro salato
un pizzico di fior di sale alla vaniglia
Frullare per qualche minuto la farina di mandorle e lo zucchero a velo per ottenere una "polvere" sottile. Montare gli albumi a neve ferma e unire poco alla volta lo zucchero semolato. Aggiungere la polvere di mandorle e zucchero a velo mescolando delicatamente, facendo attenzione che la meringa resti ben ferma. Riempire una sac à poche e formare dei cerchi (un paio di cm di diametro) di impasto sulla teglia foderata con carta da forno, lasciando abbastanza spazio fra un macaron e l'altro. Infornare per circa 15 minuti a 150°. Una volta tolti dal forno lasciarli raffreddare e poi staccarli.
Per il caramello salato: mettere in una pentola la panna e riscaldarla (Without letting it reach a boil) and keep warm. Meanwhile, prepare the caramel which, when ready, stirring constantly, add the hot cream, softened butter and fleur de sel. Allow to cool while stirring. At this point you can fill the macarons.
are wonderful the next day!
Warning: When will the maracons of meringue on the baking sheet, let stand at least half an hour before baking. This is so above them to form a sort of "film".
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Replica Lomardi Throphy
April 2, 1983 - April 2, 2010
27 years.
I spent about 15 minutes from the previous sentence. I think and think back to my years, to things done or not. Successes, failures. Really down to the moments you can feel the taste of dust, the seasons so high as to make you feel at one with the clouds. Aroused in me a strange feeling to think that today is my birthday. Sometimes the past seems to be a day when I was just a little girl with pigtails and glasses of red at the bottom of the bottle, but then it seems to me an eternity has passed since I thought that anything was possible. But let us be honest, I still believe that everything is possible and my life in recent years has shown me.
Every birthday I celebrate the exact same ritual: I look at my mirror and my outside and inside.
My body suit, the cells do not regenerate more like a child. The skin is no longer as before, I do not have wrinkles but I see that the time is still spent on me. My hands, my face, my breast .. so different, no longer a child, even a little girl. I am a woman, I feel like a woman. I started to play sports and it's so exciting to see how you can gradually change your body only with the commitment and goodwill. I am changing le mie abitudini alimentari. Cibo più sano,meno porcherie. Devo avere cura del mio corpo, ho solo questo..niente pezzi di ricambio! Per quanto riguarda il mio fuori mi ritengo abbastanza soddisfatta ma sto lavorando per migliorare.
Analizzando il mio dentro...beh anche qui si potrebbe migliorare. Lavoro anche su questo. Oramai credo di aver raggiunto la mia stabilità psicologica e caratteriale. I miei gusti sono decisi ma ovviamente aperta ad altre opzioni. Sono consapevole di cosa voglio dalle persone da avere accanto. So cosa cerco in un uomo. So che tipo di madre sono, ho capito che tipo di figlia sono stata. Ultimamente sto anche cercando di capire cosa fare nel futuro e la cosa è ancora più bella perché ho accanto un uomo con cui sognare il domani. I am planning new projects, take up old passions. Time passes and postpone until tomorrow the things I could do today is stupid.
The clock is ticking ... 27 years have passed. I want to thank those who made my year so far it looks great, even those who have taught me in pain and responded in kind. My family, which still bear the black sheep of her daughter. My baby wrote me a poem that moved me to tears of joy and who promised me breakfast in bed as a gift. My man who gave me more love than I could even remotely imagine that tomorrow and cook dinner for myself! On the day of my birthday say thanks for being in the world and thanks to those who walk beside me making my life happy and full of meaning. And 'this is the best gift to receive, the gift that I would like each year until the last that I will: my dearest affections, their love. 
27 years.
I spent about 15 minutes from the previous sentence. I think and think back to my years, to things done or not. Successes, failures. Really down to the moments you can feel the taste of dust, the seasons so high as to make you feel at one with the clouds. Aroused in me a strange feeling to think that today is my birthday. Sometimes the past seems to be a day when I was just a little girl with pigtails and glasses of red at the bottom of the bottle, but then it seems to me an eternity has passed since I thought that anything was possible. But let us be honest, I still believe that everything is possible and my life in recent years has shown me.
Every birthday I celebrate the exact same ritual: I look at my mirror and my outside and inside.
My body suit, the cells do not regenerate more like a child. The skin is no longer as before, I do not have wrinkles but I see that the time is still spent on me. My hands, my face, my breast .. so different, no longer a child, even a little girl. I am a woman, I feel like a woman. I started to play sports and it's so exciting to see how you can gradually change your body only with the commitment and goodwill. I am changing le mie abitudini alimentari. Cibo più sano,meno porcherie. Devo avere cura del mio corpo, ho solo questo..niente pezzi di ricambio! Per quanto riguarda il mio fuori mi ritengo abbastanza soddisfatta ma sto lavorando per migliorare.
Analizzando il mio dentro...beh anche qui si potrebbe migliorare. Lavoro anche su questo. Oramai credo di aver raggiunto la mia stabilità psicologica e caratteriale. I miei gusti sono decisi ma ovviamente aperta ad altre opzioni. Sono consapevole di cosa voglio dalle persone da avere accanto. So cosa cerco in un uomo. So che tipo di madre sono, ho capito che tipo di figlia sono stata. Ultimamente sto anche cercando di capire cosa fare nel futuro e la cosa è ancora più bella perché ho accanto un uomo con cui sognare il domani. I am planning new projects, take up old passions. Time passes and postpone until tomorrow the things I could do today is stupid.
The clock is ticking ... 27 years have passed. I want to thank those who made my year so far it looks great, even those who have taught me in pain and responded in kind. My family, which still bear the black sheep of her daughter. My baby wrote me a poem that moved me to tears of joy and who promised me breakfast in bed as a gift. My man who gave me more love than I could even remotely imagine that tomorrow and cook dinner for myself! On the day of my birthday say thanks for being in the world and thanks to those who walk beside me making my life happy and full of meaning. And 'this is the best gift to receive, the gift that I would like each year until the last that I will: my dearest affections, their love.
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