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Italy wet, Italy lucky? 150 years in the rain and roast chicken for consolation.

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How did you spend your day of celebration?

With some excitement last night at 22.00, I hung the flag at the balcony of the kitchen window. I did not think I could do it simply because I did not have a flag.

My daughter came home from school with a small flag of handmade paper, painted with markers and supported by a rigid plastic drinking straw. That's nice - I thought - at least a small mark in the house we will. I am saddened, however, the idea of \u200b\u200bnot having a nice big banner and lucid as to fly on a day like this.

But my husband surprised me and coming back later after two days of travel, soft hands me a packet which slides out a large banner in rayon ready to be lowered. Probably it will seem silly, but keeping it in hand I was excited, so I felt like hanging a movement of pride and I thought it was a very solemn gesture.

This morning was nice to see her fly blown by the wind and resist the rain has not stopped for a moment wish to disturb the celebration.

The day's program output in the center in the afternoon to take advantage of the opening of museums, in particular that of the Monte dei Paschi, the historic site, whose visit is subject to authorization complicated during the year but which today opened its halls to anyone wishing to discover the medieval wonders. At three in the afternoon the wind slapping the rain on the windows of the house with a deafening noise, to a four scatafascio water flooded the garden.

Without a word, my daughter was locked in the room to play, my husband, who up to half an hour before maintaining an excellent disbelief saying "now open, now it stops raining" - has sold miserably all'abbiocco post-lunch and I decided that I could also put a stretch to give a nice fanned the pyramid of Cheops in clothes that looked at me sternly from the basket of linen. So no party, no museums, so much water everywhere.

I hope you're braver than me and you're thrown into the fray. Tell me how you spent this birthday.

Birthday wet, happy birthday hopefully. The flag hanging there, but I leave it there: the birthday lasts all year, and then Mica will be present so easy to others, at least try to remember this. I want to make a wish in Italy this: that it is always as strong as my flag, to inflate the wind and resists rain. And always have around so many people like me who loves her, despite everything. Long live Italy!

for this important day, I went on the classic. I had no desire to experiment and surprise, I felt it was necessary to go on and on a traditional dish that always like a big and old (and I had a craving). I made a nice roast chicken with potatoes and sage as did my grandmother Gina.

Serves 4

Roast chicken:

- A eviscerated whole chicken 1 kg of c.ca

- Rosemary, sage, garlic, thyme

- Extra virgin olive oil

- ; Salt

potatoes with sage

- ; 1 kg of white potatoes

- sage

- extra virgin olive oil

- salt

Wash chicken and dry well. Sprinkle the inside with fine sea salt and then place a branch of rosemary, sage, thyme sprigs and 2 cloves of garlic. Brush the torso, thighs and wings with plenty of olive oil and then rub it all well with salt. Place the chicken in a casserole dish, drizzle with a little 'oil and place in oven at 180 ° C.

during cooking which will c.ca 2 hours or until the skin is not beautiful golden, you will continue to sprinkle (every 10 minutes c.ca) with their liquid using a spoon or brush. Be careful not to pierce the skin and flesh to do disperse the liquid meat.

Cut the potatoes into large wedges and place in a large pan in which you have warmed up pretty good 5 tablespoons of olive oil and several leaves of sage. Cook the potatoes over medium heat, stirring occasionally until they are crisp and beautiful beaches. Add salt directly into the pan a few minutes before you finish cooking and serve on a platter with the chicken.

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Fracchia and Dad's birthday: almond cake with lemon curd and chocolate icing

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Do you remember the movie "Fracchia the human beast"? I have vague memories of the whole story but a part is stamped indelibly in my cerebral cortex, or lunch at his mother's house, in this case represented by Gigi Reder (mythical accountant Filini) mammeschi in rags, with terrific accent dialect (as was, a Sicilian? Calabrese?, help me I have a blank). Yes, well, our poor Fracchia mistaken for a double, was forced by circumstances to dine at the home of so-called mother, who has prepared a menu that can wipe out a gang of woodcutters in Montana not eaten for a month. Poor Christ ingurgita the impossible and finally, exhausted, is subjected to a gastric lavage (or enema? I removed). For the duration of the entire sequence, I do not know about you, but I suffered like a dog, it made me laugh so much, I rather caused some discomfort in the pit of my stomach.

Fracchia Why do I say? Simply because the mothers, and I mean all mothers (oh my God, I am also a mother), are transformed and are possessed by the spirit of the mother Fracchia when it comes to a family lunch.

Today, my father's birthday, we went to lunch at my parents' house. Anticipating the epilogue, I had offered to prepare lunch, "so mom will not tire and you relax," but God forbid, there can be no! In response, she says, "you bring the dessert!"

Ok, so I'd think anyway. "And do not worry" I am back - "Just prepare only two little things" - Here are just two little things that worry me!

Well, not that I was frightened by a table spread, far, I like to eat and when I get home from mine, I do not know, sit down at table with them and find the flavors of my childhood and adolescence, it fills me emotion and triples the appetite.
This is what happened today.

We arrived that we were already hungry. On the table, set for the big occasion, there were already starters, the Italian way,: toast, ham, olives, homemade vegetable oil, parmesan, etc., etc.. My sister arrived, we were there we ate at greedily. And now with the appetizer, fanned by hunger and a better you'd almost right, except that there are still the first, the second outlines the cheese because La Boca is not the strace if not the sa de vaca ", the birthday cake, the cookies at Vin Santo and if you have not exploded with a roar you feel up to Piazza del Campo, the fruit to cleanse the mouth ... .

course for education and affection, you can not exempt themselves from the tasting everything (if you want to taste a portion of a truck driver), then everything is really good but the cheese to begin the first signs of structural failure and looking at the my sister's face with imploring eyes make a gesture with his hand out of time, I try to explain to Mom that perhaps there is no need to pull out the Asiago cheese and if you do not want to kill all family!

We are home now. My husband is lying on the couch like a beached whale, and sometimes by 'life through the decades that yawns are like the twister. I try to figure out when I can digest costoleccio tap dancing in the stomach, and probably I'll go ahead and boiled vegetables for the next 2 weeks. But it was nice (but do not speak about, someone could come get the idea of \u200b\u200busing the family meals as weapons of mass destruction).

As was the birthday of my father and I wanted to make a special cake, I thought it probably would have gone well a simple cream pie given the likely menu. No, I had to overdo it and I made a cake exaggerated, that I wanted to do so, the recipe is on a splendid collection of chocolate cakes with salt and pepper.

Huldah lemon almond cake and chocolate icing.

A tip is to prepare the day before frosting the next morning, before serving. The ingredients are a riot of calories

Serves 10/14 people

For the lemon curd

8 large egg yolks

375 grams of sugar

1 ½ tablespoon of lemon zest

125 ml of lemon juice

150 grams of butter into small pieces

For the cake

250 g blanched almonds and toasted

375 g sugar

350 g butter softened

grated lemon rind 6 eggs

large whole

80 ml of lemon juice

185 gr flour

1 teaspoon baking

For the chocolate icing

200 grams of dark chocolate

100 ml of fresh cream.

cream

Whisk the egg yolks with sugar until they are puffy and fluffy and then put them in a saucepan with the lemon juice and zest and cook over low heat until sugar is dissolved but be sure the mixture is too hot otherwise the eggs will curdle. Add the butter and continue to stir and cook for c.ca 5 minutes until the mixture velero spoon. Remove from heat and let cool then put in container and leave in refrigerator to harden overnight.

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Grind the almonds and sugar in the robot until the mixture is grainy. Apart from the planetary mount softened butter until mixture is puffy and fluffy. Slowly add the mixture of almonds and sugar and lemon zest, and mix all with the leaf. Beat the eggs lightly and gradually to the mixture uniscile: Go to the next until the previous one spoonful is well mixed in the dough. Finally, with a rubber spatula, add the flour sifted with baking powder and lemon juice.

Pour the mixture on a baking pan with hinged 25/26 cm, buttered and bottom lined with baking paper and place in preheated oven at 170 ° C for 50 min c.ca. and in any case until a toothpick comes out dry from the cake.

Let cool in the mold.

glaze

Bring the cream to a boil in a saucepan. Finely chop the chocolate and add to cream off the heat. Stir until mixture is glossy and thick. Let cool a bit 'before frosting.

Dial the cake cutting the cake in half. Put the first disc on a serving plate and cover it with a layer of lemon curd by staying at a cm. from the edge. Appoggiaci gently on the second disc, cover with glaze and let harden.
The cake is perfect served cold.

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E 'again, seems to have decided to stay. We ignore it, do not give it importance, maybe you decide to plan for the long term.

I speak softly to tell you that are 5 continuous days here the sun shines.

Monday and Tuesday, despite the clear sky and clean as a freshly laundered sheets, it was so cold that you cut into slices. But he, the sun, always there, red-faced and quiet as usual.

It 's almost the weekend and he still has not really gone: there must be a reason? Maybe that really really Spring is approaching? Well, we do not want to think about, but the body reacts immediately to this light, this heat, these new scents in the air and awaken ago taste buds, the desire for fresh flavors, crunchy and salty.

I found the grocery store, a fine head of chicory with fat puntarelle well hidden behind the leaves of this vegetable sinuous bitter. E 'fire a burning desire to cool the house and having some tasty ingredients, this rich salad that I made my husband and I have enjoyed moaning with his mouth full.

Serves 2
a head of chicory chicory

6 sundried tomatoes in oil
6 Sicilian anchovies in oil
10 Kalamata olives in oil
10 flowers of Sicilian capers in oil
2 teaspoons pesto pistachios
The juice of a lemon oil
EVO
salt, pepper

puntarelle Clean and wash well and then slice them in small tufts thin and put them in a bowl of cold water to which you have added the ice cubes. Let stand for a 20na minutes until it is enriched.

Meanwhile all the ingredients chopped, pitted olives, cut into strips, finely chopped anchovies, prepared a vinaigrette with lemon juice, oil Evo pistachio pesto, salt and pepper if you like.

vs Drain. and place in salad bowls. Season with the ingredients and pour the vinaigrette. Mix well and serve.

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MOLISE DO YOU KNOW? CAVATELLI!

"Mom and malinquenie

u bbèlle is coming always quest'ore

Paree u nen professor and understand.

I'll revaie na jug tri'ste enconre home.

'Stonche p'entrà blame me ... de passe:

I gone?

Mo of course, is they

is also very close to them: a DDOR du rragù "

(Di Pasquale Lena)

Italian Molise is a region located between Abruzzo and Puglia.

No, I'm mad and I will not even make a geography lesson to my blog friends, but a parenthesis consentitemela: Molise know next to nothing and nobody that's a fact.

So allow me to transfer what little I know and as much as I love this land of small and yet so generous. If I'm lucky to feel Molisana in part, is thanks to my husband's family. His mother, Carmela, that we all "Granny Apple" (Earn title immediately after the birth of my daughter, who could not pronounce his name) was born in Larino, an important town in the province of Campobasso, in c.ca 25 km from the coast and the most famous Termoli, where some of you will probably be at sea. She married a Puglia that has willingly accepted the honorary citizenship and still lives in his hometown which is tied up in an all-encompassing.

Through her and her brother, Uncle Pasquale, a man of great culture and devotedly in love with his country (the author of the beautiful poetry with which I opened the post), I slowly began to discover this part of ' Italy virtually forgotten. And every time we come back, I realize that it is still true and how difficult it is to find places in Italy so strongly rooted to their tradition and culture of the area.

Molise is a small treasure chest full of jewels and precious ones are related to food. Not because I am slightly set on the subject, but why, and I can guarantee, there are some absolutely fantastic dishes, simple, basic, but incredibly powerful in their evocative of a past still present.

I would like to invite you to travel and stop in small villages with names that seem to come out a novel by Tolkien: Pietrabbondante, Agnone, Civitacampomarano, Casacalenda, Montorio, Guglionesi, Guardialfiera Campomarino ... and so on. Not even the wildest imagination of a writer could create names so charming and full of poetry. Do not you agree? They are small countries where it still reigns the use of saying hello when you meet (even if you do not know) and this is not a sign of a great civilization? Where the house doors are open, children playing in the street, mourning does not go unnoticed and sufferers can not cook for days because the neighbors will attend in silence and generously.

I could talk for hours about this beautiful land and I will do in other posts because there is really much to say, but this time leave about a dish, for which we do not thank you enough Grandmother apple for having shared with me his knowledge and skill in preparing it. These are the famous cavatelli. Not to be confused with the cavatelli Apulia, have their own charity to why, but that's another story.

cavatelli Molise are different depending on where they come from and the family that prepares them, but usually Larino and its surroundings are as small as a fingernail as a little finger and says uncle, Pasquale, if they have to get perfect 10 in a spoon. It 's a simple meal of durum wheat, poor and essential: water and flour. The sauce is usually a mild tomato sauce with a hint of garlic and basil, and on holidays in the sauce can make their appearance of the sumptuous mussels or pieces of beef that were left in the sauce cook for a long time.

The wonder of cavatello lies in its delicacy: when you dig the dumpling dough with your fingertip, it performs a small miracle. It gives rise to a tiny shell, a delicate petal curled that collects the juices and flavors of home and is able to mute even the most cynical detractors food. It 'goes without saying that the hands of women know Molise create small masterpieces, but also you can do that with a little' patience and exercise: my 9 year old girl prepares them at supersonic speed and claims to eat only those that prepares you !

Serves 4

350 grams of durum wheat

water (it takes much flour)

homemade tomato sauce (if possible)

Basil - A clove of garlic

Gentile Extra Virgin Larino.

Salt to taste.

Put the flour and gradually add the water and plucked the flour so that it is absorbed and a soft dough that is origin, begins to take consistency and body. So take to knead the dough by force of arms when using your wrists as you work the dough with egg. Work long until you get a nice smooth and elastic dough that let it rest a 15na minutes in a glass bowl.

Cut a piece of pasta that will always covered to prevent drying out, and roll it up to draw a line as thin as a finger whose sizes then many diamond-shaped dumplings.

now the fun begins: with the tip finger (pick your favorite, I use the index, middle or thumb) Take a dumpling and press dragging on until tterrete a small pastry shell.

Eventually enjoy cavatelli cooked in a flash and when you rise to the surface of your home. looking pan, drain, serve e. .. dream.

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enough sauce to make a feast of rabbit lasagne with meat sauce.

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Just last night my daughter, returning shortly before the dinner dance class, it makes me whole agitated - "Oh Mom, why do not you answer the phone when I call you and dad? I have called a mountain and you do not answer ... we wanted to order dinner! "

Eh? Order dinner? And little by little when I hold this blog I was mistaken for a diner?

Apart from the initial amazement after making the content of the protest, that I could burst out laughing like crazy, with a sense of tenderness and even happiness. Just a few minutes before I talked to my husband who had expressed a preference for a light dinner, vegetable soup or the like, but her car with her father, had begun to make a list of what you would like to eat, in order: spaghetti with tuna, roll omelet stuffed with cheese and sautéed spinach. Ideas clear, concise, compelling. I rushed home both with the same claim and I could not contradict them. But I love when they are so proactive.

similar story today: - Mom, why do not we ever make the sauce? Arghhh ...

you ever wake up on Sunday morning around 9.30/10.00 (to wonder) and go to the kitchen already looking forward to a breakfast slow, sumptuous, full of toasted bread, butter, jam, cookies, cheese, steaming cappuccino and be invested (horror) the smell of fried meat sauce for the bully who makes his entrance through the window from the house in front of tenants? Well, this is the idea that I have the sauce! It's not that I do not like to cook, in fact, I love it when it's ready, but the idea of \u200b\u200bstarting so early in the morning when my nostrils just want scents derived from yeast, aromatic coffee or tea, I destabilizes.

I've been brooding a bit 'up and I autoconvinta, thinking that eventually the sauce is cooked by itself, he wants his time and I can continue to do other things without worrying much. And sauce is.

ragout of rabbit. I used a traditional recipe from Umbria, where the rabbit is often cooked in a rich meat sauce and meat so tender and delicate, often not considered.

Serves 4

- c.ca ½ kg of rabbit cut into pieces

- ; 400 gr ripe tomatoes piccadilly or type (if not available fresh) a jar of tomato sauce (I've got home-made and often use that)

- ; carrot, celery, onion, garlic for the fried

- white vinegar (or apple if you prefer)

- extra virgin olive olia

- vegetable broth

- salt, pepper

- 250 g lasagne egg (I used those Capofilone)

- pecorino

After washing the rabbit well, leave to soak for at least an hour in water and vinegar and then rinse, dry well

After preparing the mixture for the sauce, put it in a pan large and lightly fry in olive oil and then when it is browned, add the rabbit and let brown well on all sides over high heat. Add the tomatoes and peel the tomatoes, salt and pepper, then lower the heat and continue cooking for a long time, covering the pan and add the hot vegetable stock as needed. The rabbit meat should detach itself from the bone. At that point, the sauce is ready. Remove from pan the meat pieces and coarsely chopped disossateli the pulp and then put it back into the cooking liquid, add a ladle of broth and cook 10-15 minutes.

Meanwhile boil the pasta in salted water, then drain, toss in the pan and serve with a nice sprinkling of pecorino and a drizzle oil Trevi Montefalco.

Just a sauce for a party!