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mjcheva @ 2010-12-23T14: 34:00


Naples is the city's most famous and known for excellence in art and tradition of the crib. The city every year filled with tourists from all over the world come in Via San Gregorio Armeno in finding or only to see the real works of art crib made by the hands of artists are unique in the world. You will find many shops where you can buy for this Christmas 2010 objects and pieces to add to your collection or as gifts for lovers of the crib. The marketplace of Naples is open all year round even if it is during the Christmas atmosphere that becomes even most magical and enchanting! Michele
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Even the blog emigrate. Love child

I'm not sure what has driven me to open my own blog on livejournal. In fact I created the account just to leave a comment in another blog, but then I said "Why waste an account like this, since I have many things to say and even the space to do it?". And so, here I am in despair about this damn livejournal, which is everything but simple. Of course, I finally managed to put a nice background, my list of blog friends, even a visitors counter, but honestly I'm not going to throw so much time and effort to a pitiful result. The counter of visits should be a small world it turns and not a pancake map. The list of blogs has a maximum of 30 entries and I was followed by many more, without considering that the number is increasing because of my passion for the fledgling blog of the kitchen. The graphics remains one of the disgust and pain, despite the ominous Hawks are particularly appealing to me. Maybe I'm a little 'dumb, maybe you have already reached the age where you have to read several times all the links of the page to find what you need, but to me the mechanism is on my livejournal friends of Mary. After almost a month I've gotten used to, but I'm not going to "get used", I want something simpler, of intuitive, something that fits the needs of my limited mind.
For all these reasons, this blog closes. Indeed, he emigrated. Copy all the messages written to date on the newest blog sesolofosselasvezia.blogspot.com / , to which I could put a nice background, change the font, color and size, add the counter of the visits and even the statistics and Above all, unlimited lists of blog friends, friends and sites of all "any other business" that I pass through the brain. And if I want, I can add more! Maybe you can do it on livejournal, but I was not enough a month to find all the options that I found on blogger in ten minutes. Not to mention that I will not have the disturbing of Scientology before my eyes every time I write a new post.
For the moment the new blog is empty, contains only an ungrammatical message of welcome that I was forced to write in order to add the gadget "welcome message". This afternoon I will try to add all the links, to create a decent welcome message and write a new post that explains a bit 'situation.

Hej da!

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On December 9, at home, was the day of the Tree. I found myself in the house two self-propelled zombies: my boyfriend and his brother. I admit that the fault is all mine. While you have the tree already decorated for the romantic day of the dinner I have forced a busy day. So are collapsed, the big boy on the bed and the little one on the couch, until I made hot chocolate for everyone. were adorable.
Then the little boy took stock of the situation, making his intentions clear to all.

What's love child. For those who have not understood, Paola I am. I vaguely remember another list.

But let's face it, Voldemort will not bear comparison with never a boy almost 10 years. In short, I feel the difference from the diabolical evil laugh. And then Voldemort would never have been able to study a PC, understand that it works with windows and find a way to uninstall it, only to have the pleasure to enjoy the reaction of utter despair of the family. A three years.
Voldemort has just killed his father painlessly.
I admit, I love the little child more the big one. My child is very good, sweet, romantic, patient, tender, caring, but the baby is small ... small! In fact, since he was 3 years that I repeat that I will marry him just reached the age that I will avoid a conviction for pedophilia. Have not yet managed to convince him, though.
hope that my love was joking when I said obscuring the first to publish this picture, I leave you the feedback for such great beauty. The photo was doctored by my friend Francesca, who has made a lot of Christmas.

BIMBI, VI AMO!

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linguistic misunderstandings

Può capitare, a volte, ad una povera ragazza alla quale è sempre stato tassativamente vietato parlare in dialetto, che si ritrovi a sentirsi straniera nella sua stessa città. Può capitare che la suddetta ragazza stia per chiedere qualcosa alla commessa di un negozio, quando qualcuno pronuncia una frase in lingua ignota che scatena l'ilarità generale e il negozio tutto (barattoli di marmellata compresi, giuro!) inizia a ridere. Tutti, eccetto la già citata ragazza. La quale, volendo partecipare a quel clima di allegria che viene alimentato da altre frasi nella stessa lingua ignota, cerca di sorridere, producendo result in a spasm of the face similar to a stroke. It can happen, eh. Mica I said that happened to me Saturday night in a candy store of a very dangerous neighborhood?
Ultimately, however, I went well. I managed to make myself understood by the locals and buy what I needed for a romantic dinner with my love. But the clerk looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and pity, and even a tantinello contempt because I was not able to grasp the joke.
I console myself by thinking that my mother-in-law was worse. Some time ago, being a little shopping in a supermarket, has explicitly called for a ham of a particular make the guy in the delicatessen department (which I think might be called pork, seeing as I'm about to tell you. It would be an insult to butchers!). The guy turns around, takes the bench the first meat that resembles a ham and start slicing. I already told my boyfriend has celiac disease, then you will understand that there is a good reason if you buy my mother-in-law only a particular brand of ham, as has the guarantee that the product is definitely gluten-free. Who among my readers, suffer from this disorder will know that certain products are more subtle than others, because, heck, you do not expect the flour into the ham or salami! Fortunately my mother-in-law has the reflexes of a tiger which are tearing the puppies (which is not always good) and you realize that the ham is not required of the brand. The notes to the guy, but he shrugs. Makes him out again, and he says that what's affection is a good ham. Yes, maybe it's true, but if I wanted to buy a wool sweater and I trimmed flannel pajamas with the excuse that "both take the same warm," I am a little angry. My mother-in-law is more diplomatic than me, so it has lost patience and told the decerebration the reason for his request. He did not say things misunderstanding, he did say explicitly "XYZ brand of the product does not contain gluten, while what she is slicing it contains."
It is not difficult to understand.
Glu-ne-ti .
If he had missed the word, it could always ask my mother-in-law repeated. Or is accepted, as then my mother-in-law forced him to do, that the ham brand XYZ had just can not.
But no. The
jerk, from the top of his ignorance, took the label of the ham and responded "but you see, lady, here it is written clearly, without polyphosphates. Here, maybe I expect too much from people, but even without knowing its meaning, I feel that there is a slight difference in pronunciation between polyphosphate and gluten. Thus, by ear, he would notice. Instead, the error persisted. Finally my mother-in-law, more and more patient than me, is tired and left. I, however, I would have sent in. With violence, too. By the way, I would not have provided many explanations as to why the request. I think my right to get what I ask, if I pay for it, without having to give explanations to anyone. If then the arrogance of my partner should also push to give me wrong ...
Now that I think once it happened to me too. It was winter and I had to buy new pants. Within the store and ask the sales of the size 38 pants seen in the window. She looks at me, then brings me the 44. I know having spoken Italian and I know that many are committed to the language a bit 'tricky, but I did not expect having to do the doodles. I would point out that the size is wrong and she laughingly told me that I am at least a 44. And if the pants had not been for me? And if I wanted to wear pants three sizes too small because they are masochistic and I feel like the thighs squeezed from the cloth?
I look at it. Black-dyed hair covered with gel, pounds of makeup on the skin color brick lamp ( November! ), with a border of burgundy lipstick black pencil, gold hoop earrings that come behind us, black chalk to cover dark circles.
smile.
I smile because I realize that if the slut he dreams at night in a size 38, so I decide to give me a little revenge. Within the dressing room, I put that huge pants and take off even a wool sweater, remaining with a light shirt and tight to look like even flatter, and then I go out, keeping the pants with his hands in order to highlight the fact that he could also go in my guy in that circle, - I confess, holding a little 'belly in the way that it was more obvious-I ask whether it is prepared to give me a 38. Well, no! The vaiassa brings me a 40 and I have to measure that, too, to prove that wrong, to get my first 38. I left the store pissed off but happy as she continues to babble things like "but I could have sworn that ...". In his language, of course.
Really, if working abroad, even in a country that does not know the language, it would notice the difference. Indeed, perhaps yes. Abroad I can make myself understood in English, not here.

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Simple ... mind hard!


Although I have the pace of a sloth in hibernation, I was able to retrieve the recipe in record time to participate in the contest of which I had mentioned in the previous message. This is a cooking contest, one of my great passions. I had to find the recipe that we do best, which reminds us of a particular moment of our life that has been handed down by someone really important to us, that brings pleasure to our loved ones but it's as simple as ... "Things that we prepare every day " , ie" simple .... perfect mind "for those who the public and therefore unique."
Unfortunately I can participate with only one recipe, though I would like to sell prescriptions. At home, my food is a way to express love, to show hospitality to pamper the ones we love ...
The recipe I am about to offer me was handed down by a couple of people, my grandfather and my aunt, father and daughter inseparable from the fate that took me away before they could teach me the secret to their perfect cake. To save their recipes is was my mother, who always accompanied by any explanation of how the memory of those dishes made the whole family happy, for each of them was an anecdote, a teaching, a little piece of my grandfather's love and the infinite goodness of my aunt.
Then came my turn, I have passed the baton, and I started to spoil my loved ones just as they did.
But this recipe is also important for another reason. Six and a half years ago I fell in love with a wonderful person, unfortunately suffers from celiac disease. My mother-in-law, alas, is not really very good in the kitchen and he has not eaten anything but "Cakes" of the pharmacy for years. Until I met her. :) Of course, it was difficult. I had to study a bit 'of chemistry, arranged with the flour from the supermarket, try, try, try again and again dozens of times, but eventually I managed to transform all the recipes I had and to make them gluten-free. Often, as in the recipe I am about to propose, the result was even better than the original!
I feel particularly proud of my work, because I seem to have joined the past, tradition and the future that awaits me (which, undoubtedly, will gluten-free). I have a feeling that I have my roots and have it shaped up to fit into a new life, building a bridge between grandparents and my future children.
Coming to the point (forgive me, are verbose!), The recipe that I want to offer is that of struffoli gluten-free. Like all the dishes without gluten, you need to do some 'attention during the process. The recipe is simple (now, for you ... for me it was hard work!), But use a different kind of flour can make a bit 'skeptical during preparation.
The ingredients are for one person: 50

g rice flour 70 g cornstarch
80 g potato starch

1 egg 30 grams sugar 40 grams of lard


a pinch of salt half a glass of Strega liqueur

To cover them, it takes 60 grams of raw honey
30 grams of sugar colored sprinkles

candied fruit

The preparation, as I said, is simple. Just beat the egg


struffoli This year I prepared in abundance. For two families, I increased the dose to five.

with sugar,



add the sifted flour, salt,



I thought it was useful to show the proportion of eggs and flour. Views so amazing to do, it seems a disproportionate amount for only 5 eggs.

lard


Note that in the photo, one can see the consistency. They are practically peanuts.

and make the dough (which is a bit 'dry) work by adding the Witch. At this point I could go directly to the cooking, but since this is a gluten-free recipe needs a few additional explanations: the starch and starch "squeak" under the fingers, while the rice flour tends to absorb more liquid than it should, taken together, these characteristics mean that the dough is strange to us, or never quite difficult to model soft. In fact I can assure you from experience that, even if at first seems like a disaster, you just need a little 'patience to get a perfect result.
After adding about half a glass of liquor and having worked the dough enough to form a ball fairly homogeneous (the consistency should be similar to that of the pastry),


If, as I did, you have to multiply the doses will be easier to work the dough a little 'time. Here's a picture of the dough before an energetic work ...

take one small piece, knead it a bit 'in your hands and when it will become soft and "velvety" (I find it pleasant to the touch)


... and this is the same after mixing. Given that difference?

Make it a thick sausage of a finger



and cut into pieces as small as half a phalanx.



In fact, the magnitude of struffoli, according to tradition, this is not, but with this kind of dough are especially good if you are smaller. At this point should be fried a bit 'at a time, until golden.



Warning! The struffoli make a lot of foam during cooking, so if you really must put a few in a skillet; also cook them in a very short time, so they need constant supervision. Once you are ready
must pass in honey. Usually enough to melt the honey and sugar until they become liquid



and then immerse the struffoli, but since those are more crumbly gluten-free, here is another trick to get a perfect result without any effort: take a very large pan, so that the portion of struffoli can create a single layer and not to turn them over too.



Once completely covered with warm honey, pour directly on the pan and forms a donut. Before the honey to cool everything is decorated with hundreds and thousands - even warm honey: Another trick is not to find all the sweets on the tray after 10 min. Make sure, if you are preparing for a celiac, that the candies do not contain gluten. Finally, cut the candied fruit and finish decorating.
I know that, so called, does not seem so simple. In fact, the difficulty is not in preparation, but in blind faith that we must have in who gives us the recipe. Accustomed to the rubbery date of gluten, it will seem very strange to work this dough texture that changes easily, which does not stick to hands, which seems a bit 'pale and unconvincing never completely. But imagine the joy of the people (especially children) who have been forced for years to eat struffoli sold in pharmacies, which have the same color, same taste and texture of the same river stones, when they see and tasted this wonder!

Ok, maybe these are not exactly a surprise, but my boyfriend does not like nor nor candies candied fruit ... what can I do?

EDIT: I added photos of all (and I mean all all) the stages of preparation. It seems like a good idea to update the pictures of the result. This year I've made many and I divided them into three trays: for my love



for the family of my love



e per la mia famiglia.

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I go away because ... # 2

Eccomi giunta alla parte più difficile dell'elenco: le "incomprensioni culturali". Ho pensato molto a cosa scrivere, ma certi concetti rimangono difficilissimi da esprimere. E, soprattutto, sono soggettivi.
Non esiste il paese perfetto - non è bello ciò che è bello, ma è looking like that. I do not like the sun, for one thing. And understand that this can be a problem for someone who lives in Sun City . There will certainly be many Swedes who hate the snow and nature, many who detest the English tea, many French do not like wine and cheese. These are things that do not depend on our will.
The lack of rules, in Naples, he brought two fundamental implications: we no longer have rights, then we help each other, and we have more responsibilities, so everyone feels free to do anything.
Let me explain, using a couple of examples: I have no right to running water at home, and this had been understood. When can I fill the tanks from 20 liters to stock up, as do my neighbors. Sometimes, however, that someone is caught off guard and left without supplies, and in that case, just because we all know how bad it can not even cook, do you race to help. Not to force the neighbor to return the favor when it's up to us, but because we all understand the discomfort he feels that person. Just as often, those who enter the post office takes a few extra numbers to pass, after a while 'time, the old ladies just to save their earnings in line. There empathy. We understand the suffering of others, even in small things. And since we know that nobody will ever help us, we help one another.
Regarding the duties, I have already said that this leads to a "freedom" absolute. Freedom to trample on others, for example. With impunity, among other things, given the lack of rights. So it happens that the doctors go to retrieve their wives infantry during working hours, someone parking in the middle of an intersection and falls out of the car to talk with a friend, that the professors decide to skip a couple of sessions of ' examinations, and so on.
Point is that someone has a duty to my right, as well as my duty is to the right of others. I have a duty to keep down the volume on the radio, because my neighbor has the right not to worry, I have the right to study, because the teachers have a duty to teach, I have a duty to respect the Highway , because others have the right to walk without fear for their lives. As another example, here the road signs seem invisible and I fear for my life but that of others, I know how things work and I adapt to the unwritten rules that motorists Neapolitan apply. Not only that. I care for others and I care for them. Like them, I know, they pay attention to me too. Just as motorists pay attention to them, for myself and for other motorists.
I said it is a difficult concept to express.
I try to explain better: the pedestrian knows that the motorist does not stop at the traffic lights and motorcycles that do not comply with the direction, then carefully before you cross the street and is ready to stop those who carelessly throws the basis the red light, the driver knows there is always some pedestrian who does not look before crossing, that goes with the red, but is always ready to stop, the motorist behind him knows that there is always some pedestrian who is thrown and the car in front stops, so it prepares to overtake, the first motorist knows that behind him and that is about to overtake him in danger of throwing under the walker, so I will try to occupy the center of the lane, so that the other is forced to slow down to pass, the pedestrian knows that reached the edge of the first car stops, it must check again that the road is free because there is always someone who surpasses. Complicated, eh? Just stop at the traffic lights and there would need all 'ste maneuvers. But do not stop at the traffic lights, in principle .
Another example? We return to the queue at the post: the post office employees know that there is always someone who complains, so they are rude to all in advance, the client knows that the employee is exacerbated by years of mail and therefore less prone to meet him, there are those who regularly try to be clever by jumping the queue (= no duty) and, inevitably, will arise heated discussions, which in some cases even come to fight, and I, twenty years old in good health and with a certain dose of indifference, I take a couple of extra numbers from the machine, I put the headphones and turn on the mp3 ball, so you do not hear any discussion, for a couple of numbers from my shift, the individual old people in need and saving them the row and discussions, as the cunning of Usually, they take it right with those old, who can not defend themselves and will not be defended by some staff of the post.
The time now is 15.15 and, theoretically, I should be able to rest without being disturbed by loud noises ... But my neighbor is doing vent granddaughter hysterical on the landing! I would have the right to stay in peace and the lady would have a duty to remain in his house, but I know that the house of the lady is a hole and the child does not have the space to move, why do I accept that casino at the door of my house. At the same time, the lady knows how to break the heavy balls with his behavior, so do not complain if, sometimes, I'll keep the stereo volume higher. If we had rights, the granddaughter of the lady could play at home or in a nursery school, instead of being forced to live in his grandmother's house, I would not have trouble and my neighbor would not be forced to accept the casino while the other unjustified to allow the children to play on the stairs.
I believe that the famous art of getting by "is born precisely from this lack of certainties. And, just because the message is not long enough, I make a good digression on this expression: "the art of getting by" shit, gentlemen! It's called desperation and is due to the fact that we have to accept everything and to invent a way to survive. To have rights, there would need to make do. You call it fantasy, creativity, art, and I feel if you say something like a mandolin you slip it up your ass.
Hoping that the concept is clear, therefore coming to conclusions.
I can not live like that.
There are people who like this. People who prefer to be free to park in the third row in case of need and support that they do others, people who feel freer to make the idea of late for an appointment or who appreciate imagination in finding solutions to problems.
I want certainty. I would have to follow universal rules, even stupid, but they apply to everyone and is not subject to interpretation, which is not in any way applicable fantasy. I'll dry, I'll be trivial ... but really hard to accept this way of life. There would need to help each other, if the rights all were being respected. What is considered by all my fellow citizens as a source of pride, altruism, is actually the effect of a common suffering.
Here I feel foreign, as if this culture, this way of life I do not belong at all. I always seem to have arrived in Naples for a week and not to be born, I never cease to amaze me of the behavior of my fellow citizens, for better or for worse. That is not a matter of vital importance, but I would leave here for that too.

EDIT: These two posts are born without a discussion with my friend Francesca. We promised to list all the reasons that push us to leave a bit to find 'the will to fight for this project. HERE found your interesting post. Note that you, despite finding himself the sea water that comes out of taps, not to break my balls neighbor as myself. What do you want us to have a social evil! Today