The Simple spud

Suncheons new Home plus as a nice selection of cheese . In this new selection we have Parmigiano-Reggiano. I just could not help myself and picked some up.

So here is the very simple Parmesan baked potato. I am Irish and its true we do love our potatoes . To make this one take a nice big new potato. slit it and bake it at 250 for an hour. Remove it from the oven and open it a little place some butter inside, salt, pepper, chives and sliced Parmesan on top.

Carrots with Cardamom

Boil carrots till a little soft . Melt a little butter in a pan. Add crushed cardamon and a little garlic. Add carrots a dash of mustard powder and some honey. Fry for a few minutes.

Fender Bender

So I was driving on my way home from work today, talking to Sarah on the phone; planning our family vacation in May. The car in front of me stopped quick because the car in front of them was turning left. So I stopped real quick. I happened to look into my rear view mirror to see if there was a car behind me and there came a tiny little car, wizzing around the corner. Suddenly she saw that we were stopped and slammed on her brakes. There was still left over snow and ice on the roads from yesterday so she slid. I'm still talking to Sarah, but in my mind I was like "Please don't hit me, PLEASE don't hit me!" She got closer and closer and then swerved to the right to try to avoid me. In vain, she clipped the right corner of my car and came to a halt in my bumper. So suddenly I'm like "Oh crap, I was just rear ended, I need to let you go!" Poor Sarah had no clue waht happened. So the lady gets out and came up. We were in the middle of a busy road, in construction too so there was no where to pull over. So we drove up the road a tiny bit to a drive-through drink place. Her son called the police while we looked at the cars. Mine was just cracked down the bumper. Her poor little honda had a huge hole in it and the head light was busted out. So we got back in our cars to wait for the police because of course it was like 6 degrees outside today! While we were waiting I called Sarah back to let her know everything was okay! She said she heard when the lady hit me! I guess the sound was worse than the actual thing, because thankfully my car did not move forward and hit the car infront of me. I also had to call our new insurance company because we don't have our new cards yet and I knew the police would ask for my insurance even though it was her fault. Finally the sheriff gets there, because we were outside city limits so the Trenton police couldn't come. So after about a hour there, I finally get her information and came home. So we went out to eat for supper after all that in my poor little car with a boo-boo.

Dreaming the sea...

These are pictures taken at the natural reserve of Capo Gallo, near Barcarello (Sferracavallo). A very nice path between Monte Gallo and the sea, near Palermo (10/15 minutes by car). When we want to relax a bit, let's go for a walk in this beautiful place to dream, makes us feel in touch with nature and with ourselves.
Soon after, however, we are going to eat a nice sandwich with panelle or the meusa, or a plate of spaghetti with clams or a risotto with seafood in the nearby village of Sferracavallo, because as I have repeatedly written, over the spirit also has important the stomach !
In the near post I will write something more about the natural reserves that surround us and the village of Sferracavallo, but now I see these pictures and expect a good day for the next walk ...

don't break it

I don't wanna b da girl who has to fill the silence
The quiet scares me cuz it screams the truth
Plz don't tell me that we had that conversation
I won't remember. save ur breath. cuz what's the use?
I dont know if i can yell any louder.
How many times have i kicked you outta here?
Or said something insulting?
I'd conjure up the thought of being gone
But I'd probably even do that wrong
I try to think about which way
Would I be able to and would I be afraid
Cuz I'm bleeding out inside
owh. I don't even mind...

I can be so mean when i wanna be
I am capable of really, anything
I could cut u into peices
But my heart is broken.
When it's good, then it's good. it's so good.
till it goes bad. Till u're trying to find the u that
u once had. I have heard myself cry. never again.
It's all ur fault. u called me beautiful. u turned me out
And now I can't turn back. I hold my breath.
cuz u were perfect. but I'm running out of air.
and it's unfair...

I'm trying to figure out what else to say
what else could I say? To make u turn around.
and come back this way.
I feel like we could be really awesome together
So make up ur mind cause it's now or never.
I would never pull the trigger
But I've cried wolf a thousand times
I wish u could feel as bad as I do
I have lost my mind. myself. my soul...

When the spark has gone and the candles are out
and the song is done and there's no more sound
whispers turn to yelling and I'm thinking...
I'm always sentimental when I think of how it was
when love was sweet and new and
we just couldn't get enough
u know it gets so sad when it all goes bad
and all u think about is all the fun you've had
and all those "sorry"'s
ain't never gonna mean a thing
Now do we stay together cuz
we're scared to be alone?
We got so used to this abuse it kind of feels like home
but I just really wanna know...

Normally I'm so strong
I just can't wake up on the floor
like a thousand times before
knowing that forever won't be
it wouldn't be forever...

Ebi Fried

15 Januari 2009, kamis,

Tadi sore bikin ebi fried nih, kebetulan kemarin itu beli udang gede pas lagi sale..hehehe.
Bahannya
17 bh udang
garam lada secukupnya

Pelapis
tepung trigu - telur - tepung panir

Cara
- udang cuci bersih, buang kulit, sisakan ekornya, kasih bumbu
- laburin dengan pelapis
- goreng mpe garing

Gampang kan? silakan nyobain bikin deh.

BLUEBERRY BRIOCHE BREAD PUDDING RECEIPE - Desserts Receipes

This lighter version of bread pudding has a minty flavor and is bursting with deep-purple baked blueberries. The pudding can be prepared a day in advance. It is best when refrigerated for atleast 6 hours before serving.

Ingredients
1 cup whole milk

1 cup heavy cream

1/2 vanilla bean, split and scraped, or a few drops pure vanillaextract

5 sprigs mint, 1 sprig, leaves only, reserved for garnish

Freshly grated zest of 1 lemon

1/2 cup sugar

4 gelatin sheets or 1 packet unflavored Knox gelatin

4 slices brioche or challah bread, cut 1/3-inch thick

8 ounces fresh blueberries
How to make Bread Pudding:

1. Preheat the oven to 325 degrees F. Combine the milk, cream,vanilla (bean and scrapings), 4 mint sprigs, and lemon zest in asmall saucepan and bring to a boil over medium heat. Remove fromthe heat, stir in the sugar and gelatin, and let set for 3 minutes.Remove the mint and vanilla bean.
2. Place a baking cup 3 inches in diameter and 1-1/2 inches deeptop side down on the center of a slice of bread to cut out a diskthe size of cup. Discard the bread trimmings and set the bread diskaside. Repeat with the remaining 3 bread slices.
3. Fill 4 baking cups halfway with blueberries. Pour the warm milkmixture over the blueberries to fill each cup 3/4 full. Place 1bread disk in each cup over the blueberry mixture. Transfer to theoven and bake for 20 to 25 minutes (the custard should not becompletely set). Turn on the broiler and broil until the bread isnicely toasted. Remove from oven and set aside to cool. Refrigerated for several hours before serving.
To Serve: To unmold, run a small blade around the side of each cup and invert the blueberry bread pudding onto a dessert plate. Garnish with reserved mint leaves.

Fabricantes de sueños.

Hoy rindo homenaje y mención a todos aquellos fabricantes de sueños que a lo largo de mi vida me han inspirado, moldeando mis ondas oníricas hasta convertirlas en lo que son y que, cambiantes y suntuosas, siguen evolucionando gracias a ellos.

Fabricantes de sueños a través de las palabras, de los papeles, a través de melodías que nos transportan a nuestro cielo particular.

El primer fabricante de sueños que me encandiló fue Ende, con apenas siete años; una vez hube leído su Historia Interminable, supe que la mía tampoco debía de acabar ahí... y decidí que quería ser escritora, quería fabricar historias que llevaran a niños despiertos a lugares más allá del Sol.

Tras Ende vino Tolkien, susurrándome historias de elfos, orcos, magos y hobbits; haciéndome soñar con las Tierras Imperecederas, aquellas que no cambian a pesar del paso de las lunas. Tolkien es uno de los autores que más ha significado para mí; no tanto por su obra, sino por el significado que en mí despierta y por el cariño que le profeso a la persona que, con 8 años, me lo descubrió.

Otros muchos fabricantes de sueños han atrapado mi mente desde entonces: Louise Cooper, Neil Gaiman, George R. R. Martin, J.K. Rowling... algunos cuentas sueños basados en la realidad, más fantásticos que la misma fición, como Hawking, Nietzche o Wei Hui.

Y siempre que acabo uno de sus libros, me digo que yo también quiero haceros soñar, como Oniros hace soñar a Calíope, como los caminantes del Valle de Naash.

Madre, de mayor quiero fabricar sueños para ayudar a que las fronteras de Fantasía crezcan; para entonar canciones en lenguas olvidadas, para forjar espadas en acero valyrio, para danzar con geishas, para ver qué hay más allá de la materia oscura, para acompañar a Morfeo hacia los parajes de magos y duendes...

Madre, quiero ser fabricante de sueños para que los niños nunca dejen de soñar con volar.