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Babette's Feast by Gabriel Axel

Piera Palermo

Here we go again: the challenge of meeting my neighbor and my friend is back with the movie (a DVD to be precise) which requires a minimum of silence because while it is nice to have our children screaming, play and jump around while we cook, watch a movie is already a bit 'more complicated, so this time we needed help!
The occasion was soon apparent: it's the circus!
While I saw the blue and white tents be hoisted into the sky, my mind went to the movies! So thanks to the complicity of our husbands who willingly (and, for the record, with a few murmurs) agreed to lead our children to attend a matinee, we amicheandfriends we had two full hours to enjoy a film that time, and I stress this time compared to the previous, it was worth really worth.
Lunch Babette is a small masterpiece, and for those who have not seen it yet, that is really the rule not to reveal anything surprising how delicate this film, with its apparent simplicity reveals the greatness and the pride of art. Yes, specifically of the culinary art: the explosion of talent, the magnificence of the human capacity to create, to transform, the power of art to elevate the spirit. The conviviality of food, almost divine power of food to resolve complicated situations, through the alchemy of tastes, smells, all of the senses. The culinary art is art, because it is recognizable because it bears the signature even after decades.
The disruptive power of art, the talent that screams to come out and once satisfied, appeased: the scene where Babette sits and slowly savor a glass of wine is evocative of the creative effort that once revealed in all its magnificence is quiet, empty and flat met the artist of her child can rest.
And while we are happy and literally foaming at the mouth because we have so delighted our eyes but not our taste buds with turtle soup and cailles in sarcophagi, we continue to look stunned in the face, we begin to hear the din from the bottom of the scale goes: our children are still excited about the amazing circus attractions, ready to tell us once again wonders of the eyes and the palate!
Friend, the next time you eat!

(Babette's Feast, written and directed by Gabriel Axel based on the story of Karen Blixen, in DVD)

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Melancholy.

Today m'è intake so. Not immediately, no. This morning, in fact, I was in high spirits, as happens to me every waking after the outputs with the Pirate. Yesterday, then, I have been particularly well with him, despite my bad mood. It 'been a slow decline, until I found myself, a few minutes ago, with old photos and do not cover.

I miss my friends. I miss your time, fuck.

I need them to look me in the eye and explain to me what I have inside, because they see me better than I can carry them out. I need to tell me "You're doing a shit, forget ...", or" It 's the right thing, go ahead. " I need a hug that I remember that they, nevertheless, are still there, there will always be. I need to see them laugh out loud in kidding, I need a pat on the back and to feel that maybe this time is the right choice, I need to spend an evening in "casual dress", made of white Martini and Chinese food, chat and colored glazes.

I need something that no mail, no SMS, no chat, no phone calls, it may be never ... ♥

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The world of fashion ... ..

Last night I met with Dutch girlfriend for a drink and talking about the best 'this and that

tells me she has just finished a holiday, I see very upset, wondering what ever happened to so 'so ecclatante. Continuing the conversation tells me that she had been in Cambodia, coming out of this country near the border with Vietnam and 'suffered from a "factory" special, rather just a concieria skinning of snakes such as various types of pythons, cobras and other types of' animals which have a fine skin. E 'was free to photograph anywhere but' could not but 'have no news in regard to the sourcing and to whom it was intended for the end, the skins, and' only able to know what 's monthly earnings of these workers: 40 $!!!! What on earth are we willing to do in this world and where we will bring 'our society'?

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The bad air Alessandra Lavagnino

Piera Palermo

I read an article by Salvatore Ferlita La Repubblica published on in Palermo on September 17 on the output in the library of a paper on malaria written by Alessandra Lavagnino I was very intrigued and so I took advantage of the presentation of the book Feltrinelli of Palermo take it and read it. I had never ventured before in an essay on insects, but every time I stumbled in the stories in video Augusto Vigna I always passionate. So attracted by the theme, malaria, and in my many travels in the tropics have always tried by every means to avoid swallowing huge pilloloni of Lariam and then Paludrine and more, and the fact that the writer was Sicilian and he had dedicated the ' his entire life to his passion for insects, I have not missed an opportunity to find the time to read it.

I think that the attempt to popularize the scientific issues is certainly worthy of merit in the least about it, but I must admit that, except for some ideas and some reference, "The bad air" has not left me much. I found intriguing description of the transformation of the body of the mosquito following ingestion of infected blood and as in particular infection, but of course I expected a lot more about the historical part. I wanted to test a compelling narrative and instead is full of interruptions and cross-references which in fact dismantle the interest. In short, although the important subject in itself, in my opinion has not been adequately developed.

Now I just have to pass it to my friend, and you, I am sure, will find another key to understanding and I will unmount as "cream" the sun!

"The bad air" by Alessandra Lavagnino Publisher Sellerio (2010)

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The Psychopath.

The Psycho is what I am madly in love, to zero, so I lost sight of myself and my needs. The Psychopath is because of what I have found my self-esteem under the soles of shoes, after four years. The psychopath is by millemila claims and without obligation. The Psycho is what has always felt that was not worth anything, and I'd be lost without him. The Psycho is what does not apologize, because he is a man. The Psycho is what hit me publicly, and then blamed those who were present at being left behind. The Psycho is that when I left I started to breathe. The Psycho is that since I left it felt is nothing without me, she loves me, and I'm the best, the love of his life. The Psycho is that I suck, but loves me. The Psycho is what I am next to the traffic light by accident. The Psychopath's what I think I love him again, and day and night I think of him. The Psycho is what I love so much that experience every day new ways to cover up shit. The Psycho is what threatens me because I did not think of wear a chastity belt and throw away the key, since I'm single. The psychopath is what I do not let even the good memories. The psychopath is which I never meant to say "Who the fuck did I do?", And which now, unfortunately, I can not help but say.

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Il Pirata.

The Pirate is smaller than me. The Pirate has no eyepatch. The Pirate is tender, sweet, and makes me feel good. He dedicates himself to me, cares and strives above all for my pleasure. The Pirate fuck knows where and when to cuddle, even though I the strong woman who does not need stroking. The Pirate is embarrassed when I talk pushed or allusions. The Pirate not respond if I write that I just NOT fuck once a week.

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Forward or back?

... Forward or backward?

finally here: a long and intense discharge of tears, the sobs of those with a strong.

Why here do not take it anymore: this house, this family, this situation I are tight. I feel undervalued, and right now I need more than ever, the exact opposite. I tend to stand out as much as possible, without having reason, often, indeed almost finding myself wanting to spend a few hours of relaxation on my own, among my books, my photos, my cd ... I wish I could have time and calm those who allow me to study, because every time I take the anxiety about it, and I know I'm bloccatissima right now. Here, however, is impossible. I feel locked in a cage, and I need the sky and air, living space, to keep the wings. I need silence, to listen to me: I'm happy? Satisfied, at least?

out of the house, I am calm, that's for sure: I feel appreciated, valued, useful. Feeling of being able to gently remove dead branches, to surround only the people they worth it, just give me them. Fond of me too easily, this is something that I can not change, unfortunately. The news, however, is that now I can also disaffected with equal ease! All this, without thinking about it much, without too much paranoia, following only what I feel I can make you feel good. Ultimately, however, did not know if it's a good thing or not ...

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cake with grapes

Giuseppe Di Fiore

was a dark and stormy morning, afternoon & Friends of friends, it seemed that everything was going in the wrong direction, nothing of the stars! I have to thank Miss Sartorialist for its tenacity, we would not have otherwise never found the cake with grapes.
Perhaps as a premise is a little too romanticized, but the season is autumn, the sky dark and the rain falls relentlessly. Me and my friend had a pretty good little program for our afternoon of escape, but unfortunately we clashed with a series of hitches that were making me surrender. Fortunately, my Friend has clearly carved in mind the main purpose of our blog and brought me in the right way. Down ... remember the pearls that will never let go.
then I am joining this very simple sweet and dainty.
I let myself be lulled by the sound of rain beating on the windows and put the ingredients together. Preparation 30 minutes, firing 40: everything fits. Welcome my Friend with a smell that warm the heart after a day of work! I never loved the desserts with fruit, but I own a beautiful bunches of grapes that wonderful just waiting to be used, so let's do.
All together: flour, baking powder, little sugar, fresh eggs (my daddy professor farmer who spoils me!) ... and he melted butter. But what I like the liquid and velvety scent that is amalgamating, reluctant at first and then more and more enveloping. The final touch is the grapes: the grapes cut in half and deprived of the bones, mix gently to all.
I let the cake cook slowly in the oven to 180 degrees, while I wait to ring the bell. The mixture should be gilding and simultaneously softens the grapes to blend the cake. Removed from the oven, let cool and sprinkle with powdered sugar and always decorated with a grape cut in four and nestled in the center of the cake.
The flavor is delicate, as imagined, perfect for a rainy autumn afternoon, accompanied by a steaming cup of tea and a chat with her friend's heart.


(from the Encyclopedia of Italian Cooking Cakes Republic of p.. 302)

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quindiciottobre 10 2010 2010

Evil is definitely an obstacle very difficult, very demanding, which is placed before him who want to search, find, but is an obstacle that can not be avoided is ... an obstacle that has to be addressed clearly and somehow passed through it because they do not create weight, friction, dissatisfaction and suffering, because if it is not dealt with the right terms, recognized as being a part, will always be like a mine, an obstacle sudden that he who seeks will stumble.
is certainly an important issue we face and why I need that you can put inside this circle, what are your visions and your strongholds - yes, even in this case the main points - that define, outline what the bad, but we will have time to do it ... and time need in order to be able to face the right way.
But tonight I would like to clarify a little more what I said in our last meeting about what is the vision. My speeches that spoke of what is the vision of the future, the reading of becoming human, they function well and to clarify precisely what the life of a man, the path of a man, not a book already written, is destined to become the man.
Becoming human is uncertain at any time, any time you put a choice, a choice of free will can change direction, change can sometimes completely turning back on itself to return to passages where the free choice agency had not taken place ... and let's be clear a bit 'better this fact.
You must accept as true the assertion that there is no predestination. Directions and the choices that man put in place in its evolution are always defined by choices of free will. There may be cases of people who are able, through what is the confrontation with a man, through knowledge of what is the baggage of the man may be able to see what would be the easiest decision that the man in question would take faced with a choice, everything is very simple, it is very easy.
If the information you who want to understand the future of that person, if enough information receives, may be able to predetermine what will be the choice of the person who asks for help. Sure, I believe and say that it may be possible ... there are really people who can read and translate what is the information, testimony, the expression of luggage who want to be helped, but if this person can see express the choice before it can be made, the choice itself becomes less valuable. What could be a possible future would change radically and dramatically, even if the vision of choice was the right one. Let me try to explain myself better in this regard.
I said that every change, every change of direction in his becoming man, is always and indispensably sanctioned and affirmed through a choice of free will, and if there was someone that you can read the choice that you would do in any case, this choice would be wrong because the one who wanted to - by reading this - help, has denied to you the choice of free choice through free will.
After all does not matter which of the two directions can be fed, but the thing that makes the right direction, it is the affirmation of free will ... is not a direction that will travel, is not the thing you choose, but the value will be given the choice of their own free will.
At the bottom is a becoming, not a change at the bottom, the bottom is not moving, after all, is to express an essence, a clear presence through the choice of free will.
The man does not change direction as it unfolds through a change of direction, but changes its becoming through an affirmation of free will ... and is the choice, it is the moment when he consciously asserts his own will, which changed its direction by moving to what awaits him.

There is the wrong direction, there is the right direction, if we accept this statement of mine: what makes the right direction is the affirmation of the choice of free will.
The choice of free will has the ability to make the background of individual consciousness becoming more capable, and the direction that serves no other man to move in front of a
Another possible choice ... The becoming of man through the ' affirmation of free will. I will continue to repeat my assurance.
If we accept this, my confidence is also a choice that may seem bad, bad, unjust, however, leads to a move in the right direction.
You can read the future, there is a future default, there is predestination, there is no obvious path, there is no book written that the man simply has to read and interpret; every moment, every choice can truly change the direction. The direction is no longer index of goodness but is simply an opportunity to create change through the expression of free will. I wish you
misuraste my say, the task of the circle is also to bring out what are the awareness, what are the main points, what are the good thing in you that you have already said. In the bottom trace a path, a search of this kind may appear incapable, powerless, may not seem generous chance ... but if I lose the need to seek direction for each of you, we would all of a vicious circle will continue to create visions to meet our needs, our expectations to make good, fair.
I deeply believe that injustice is impossible to understand. The man knows, is sure to suffer injustice when an action or event or who is just around the man is put in place, it becomes unjust if it is not understandable, as not falling under those who are the thought patterns of one who seeks to interpret the situation, when the mind of the man trying to take that fact and capturing them on that big bullet that is his mind. Focus your research, strive to ensure that your free will become the main grounds and food of your becoming. Look through what is the need for freedom that he who seeks longs to make a living this force, this move, this becoming ....
Only one thing about evil, I would like our circle, I want each of you are part of this circle would seek to understand that evil does not exist objectively, it is important that each of you measure evil for what evil act on them, about what is happening in their inner face of evil.
I believe that there is a great strength, a great desire in each of you to do evil, and many times assist, suffer, live evil caused by others outside of you I want to move and aspirations that belong much more closely than you might think.
Measure the evil in its objectivity, but measured by the impact of the evil that you suffered through the calls, the stimuli, the recognition of it. Living
evil, injustice caused by someone else, it can also allow you to measure it and live it as if it were your choice, as if it was sighing and affirmation of your desire ... but we shall speak of what ... ... ..
But I would like to compare us to be made on the reaction that you put in place the face of evil and injustice. Give a name to it, make sure that what can be done your suffering is like also marry the evil in your underwear. It is not my blasphemy, is not bad and evil cry, but you never press that button ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ....
Chetia now .... Common throughout our body. We
the pond, we feel that the desire is strong, we feel that the need is great.
's easy to get our attention and abandoned on the banks of this pond. We see from the center of the wave that touches all of us, at the same time and let us feel the same way ... to tie it as something unique, one body. We offer
it is our presence ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

The man makes evil good thing when it does, when in which, through a choice of free will, chooses and pursues it. By choosing
understands, he understands the meaning, but hides his own choice and action for fear that the other can not understand the real meaning.
Is there a way to goodness and justice even to the evil. ... And what comes to be born from our common ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

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A good day starts in the morning.

... And, to be precise, since I opened my eyes today, I have not had a moment of respite.

The moment I was really confident that things would get better, was when he "accidentally" I began to check the former, on board a motorcycle on the side of my car. Scoured hysterical insults, serrano windows that instantly, and he still there alongside me, and I'll try not to be released, as of 8 am in traffic on his scooter and he would win. I will just stare in front of me, and I fear for a moment that really wants to block the road before you plant, slows down, forcing me to do likewise, turns, and my gaze is planted on him, without actually I see it. Risk of a car caught in the middle on my left, which cut the road in an attempt to take off my boxes from him, the driver is visibly angry, trumpets, and even sent him to hell, even the address a nod of thanks and even a smile, waving his hand in front of the mirror: somehow they succeeded, because he finally has changed the road.

have not yet arrived at work, when I get the millionth mail: "I do not believe I was there on purpose, eh. Mica follow you. NO, I cocks me to do, not that I'm behind you all day. E 'was only one case, a coincidence, a sign of destiny. "Exactly two minutes later:" I love you, I can not see you, I'd do anything for you. "

... If you do not adore my BlackBerry would toss it out the window!

lucky that I work and my colleagues are special people who understand my state of mind as they already greeting on my arrival , and even manage to tear a laugh. For the rest, I think that if they wanted to launch Destiny signal today, just wanted to tell me that it was better to go home to sleep! Simply, I have not had, until now, a moment of tranquility, and, what concerns me most is that in fact the day is long! Mr. Destiny, I leave you my number: Next time, please, let me know with a text message, so do not misunderstand!

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Clean.

The idea (ol'ispirazione) came to me at the end of one, if not stressful, long day work. I tried to find someone to go shopping, but I only gave up the first refusal, which is not really me. And so I came home with boxes provided: two-, medium-small.

We are upset.

I have great memories of four years came in two packs that I had procured, and I feared (or maybe hoped) was not enough. Photos, letters, CDs, drawings, diaries, even picture frames, ornaments and some small stuffed animals. I have not spent more than half an hour. It was all so fast, easy and painless, which left me in a sense of emptiness, bitterness ... I never thought I would shed rivers of tears, but maybe I'd come a bit 'of nostalgia, I do not know ... nothing. Only guilt, from time to time. Because he keeps trying to send mail and SMS receiving no answer, call me, because wants to talk, and while I ex pictures, free drawers and walls of my room. He is suffering, despair, and I did not dedicate it to twenty minutes of my day, just enough time to pack up the memories of the past four years. Moreover, I take back almost instantly with the thought, just to remind myself of how, until two months ago, I was for him mom, sister, friend, daughter, niece, aunt and cousin (all but companion ... anyway), so the abnegation with which I have dedicated to him and I almost canceled, too often silenced by putting my needs and my desires. So that's what you have left to pretend, now, nothing more, twenty minutes, and no tears.

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Gita

Giuseppe Di Fiore

Today we're off! He escapes from the four walls for a day out. The excuse is a wonderful excursion organized kindergarten children who attend the plagues of Friends & Friends, with lunch on a farm. What better time to enjoy the fresh air, and sunny day really outside the usual routine!
8.00 am in the morning meeting at the station. I welcome lively and noisy horde of kids and parents excited about this adventure that awaits us. To get there on time the alarm rings at 6.30, I have to make myself presentable, feed, change, dress the baby (4 months), preparing breakfast, an antibiotic, aerosols, urinating, washing, dressing my "fellow trip" (3 years) .
All aboard! Now it's our train What a joy to observe the eyes of my small little man full of emotion. To say nothing of myself, totally forgetting that the malaise that causes any moving object and plunges in an animated discussion with the Friend sitting in front of us. Both of our kids are more excited. How many things we have to tell us! Exceptionally today "Friends & Friends" is moving!
In half an hour we arrived, I grab the phone to alert the rest of the family that we have arrived: there is no pitch! Virtually isolated from the world ... me and Friend we look in the eye: WONDERFUL! We leave the station, turn the corner and open the gates of the farm. What a nice, rustic and green.
The children begin to lash out, adults are a foretaste of the goodies that will elevate their palates. In fact, here comes the first tray, taken literally assault as soon as they touch the table. Homemade bread served with simplicity and for this a special delicacy. But how many slices I eat it?! After all, tell me what could be more of a good slice of warm bread with a little oil on it?! The scent is intoxicating that releases the oil anoints my hands and I feel happy as a child.
Hooray, the tomato, cut into small little pieces! In this way, and bit into the toast I'm not losing the dressing on the street. Summer is over, but the sughino tomato bread that soaks me back to the sensations and flavors that only gives me this time of year. Friend to ask his opinion on olive sauce that seasons the other coarse bruschetta, very tasty to me, but I immediately avoidance as well as little bites me in the heat of his tremendous appetite.
bushes of lavender, the pergola, sturdy wooden tables and wicker chairs, a perfect backdrop to this natural food that puts me at peace with the world, along with "sfincionello" to Palermo who have just baked. There are comments that describe the softness of the pasta, the sauce that blends scioglievolezza oil and is complemented by the sweetness of the onion. I just say that my friend, Miss Sartorialist so to speak, he swallows a dozen pieces.
Everything is genuine, natural and full of flavor. Simple and family. The ingredients blend nicely. In particular I am struck by the crispness of the pesto sauce that goes with the softness of the zucchini (all enhanced by the fresh mint) of my rope moldings.
Under the leaves of black locust tree or sitting on the trunk of an old pine tree, we store the smells, images, feelings that day like this "bucolic" is giving us. Engraved in the memory, we treasure these hours in total freedom, away from all that is our daily life. In the end, terribly tired but happy, back on the train: home sweet home.

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Muffin Orange and lavender

Piera Palermo

Browsing among the stalls of fragrant colorful flower market in Amsterdam I found a tin pot containing the seeds to grow lavender once I returned home ... .. the charm of this Provencal plant, its aroma and its wonderful color they pushed me to do some research on this versatile and ever more amazing plant that accompanies every moment of Provencal life: the essence is used to scent the bath water and towels, to taste the honey sandwiches as fresh eau de toilette. And so among the other research I stumbled on the blog site Chiara Bellasio , fond of cooking, and photographer who has spent a lot of recipes for muffins, including one in particular: lavender and chocolate muffins, which I refer to the recipe.
could not believe my eyes, to make these cakes, you must first prepare the syrup with lavender! So I used the first American / American Friend of my very good for me to prepare MUFFIN .... The only detail is that we have made lavender syrup, because my plan has just checked, and then draw the syrup seemed just a bit 'pay. And so with the excuse of lavender syrup we allowed ourselves a beautiful feast of delicious muffins.

Morale of the story: for me and my Friend any excuse to bring all the food and magnet!

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Gropped Chikans On Bus

You did all that way to get here ...

have long felt the desire and the need for a new blog. I care not for some time more, I think they are years. A few months ago, in fact, I've created a ... The point is that, after completion of a graphic, I found myself speechless. And not that I had in mind something stops me. So more or less exactly what now. The requirements which lead me to create this space, perhaps, are the same as then, the same, among other things that I felt at fifteen, eighteen, twenty years. This time, however, outweigh the needs never heard before, freedom and authenticity. I think it's inevitable, then, that this new bog is anonymous, my first anonymous space in which to confront and tell me bluntly and without any inhibitions whatsoever.

I hope this is in fact a very small step towards the freedom that I try too eager, at this time. Not that the steps in this direction has not done lately. Since the decision to terminate the relationship with the former, after 4 (according to him, happy) years. That at my age are so many, in this case, next to the wrong person, I mean, too. It just made the choice, the very moment that I communicated it to him and force him to take note I am a bitch, but I felt relieved. I've heard so much air around me, that in the deepest breath I temto faint, and while there he was in despair and wondering opportunity. Yes, because at the end of the story, the parties are exchanged: I Bitch with a capital S, that without a shred of heart leaves him on a roadside, in a very difficult period of his life, and he, the soft puppy It is unfortunate that you see tearing away in an instant, like a cold shower, the woman of his life, his Angel. Yes, because after you get off my self-esteem until the soles of shoes, and forced her to dig a tunnel on its own deep well in order to continue free fall, now when I am finally decided to throw away all hope Red Cross cap and by now has run realized that will never exist on Earth Women's better than me. And Sticazzi! There could, I admit, made me feel a merdaccia seriously, but then, little by little, I could (maybe not at all), to chase away the guilt, nagging and uncomfortable as a pebble in my Again, wonderful shoes!

And I'm happy to say that I really feel reborn, now, almost every day is a new discovery. I have so much energy in that sometimes I seem to be able to break out, I almost feel like not being able to contain it all, and I need to scream. I wonder how riuscto, he, in a choke me all this time. As I have been able to afford it, as has been possible to clip the wings: This is the only trace of guilt that remains, that of myself, because I was not able to respect me and respect me. But now I found the will to do, to plan, I need to channel all this energy into something constructive, and more. It seems to me to be back to my 18 years, where entire closets were not enough to hold all my dreams ...

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The cruel way, two women traveling from Europe to Kabul by Ella Maillart

Piera Palermo

Reading is one of our passion and books they have read a lot, but together we have chosen to read "The Way cruel" by Ella Maillart. Why? Needless to say: this is the tale of a long and amazing that two friends, the writers and travelers Annemarie Schwarzenbach and Ella Maillart, attend summer of 1939 from Europe by car to Kabul, crossing the valley of Bamiyan, where he also visited the two giant statues of Buddha carved into the rock walls, destroyed by the Taliban in 2001.

My Friend is upset at times, but I have been abducted by way of writing of Maillart. The cruel way is not the first book I read of the Geneva-based writer, but every time I let myself be carried away by its complex and detailed descriptions, I remain disarmed by his courage, his resourcefulness and through his stories penetrate the very essence of travel. She puts to the test, traveling discovers parts of herself that might not otherwise know, suffering from hunger and thirst, risking diseases, through the silence of the deserts and braving the unknown. His way of life and approach to travel, make solidarity with the people he meets so reminds me of another great writer, which I have strong emotions, Ryszard Kapuscinsky. He, too, as you now no longer there. And so I happen to read books read, to find phrases that take on new meaning after a few years to get back in touch with this woman who loved to write, he did it to have the resources to enable it each time leaving for remote destinations.

Some time ago I read about two friends, Simone and Elisa Bozzarelli Rocco, who wanted to take exactly the same journey of the two writers and I call, should they come across this blog, and tell them to tell me all the more unusual travel experience.

(Via Cruel, two women traveling from Europe to Kabul by Ella Maillart, EDT 1995)

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ottoottobre

tonight I would go back up a statement which I have already done a few times but that he had won and Emanuele is the claim that all but the opposite of everything is good and right, are the real thing.
I believe this statement to us that we are still able to discern what is architecture, what is the structure unchanged, we believe true, we believe it is just as I said, that has different interpretive possibilities.
I think it's difficult for a mind that uses the reason for a man who has already had an experience and that this experience is full of encounters that were really everything and its opposite of all, because if we think that beautiful things are true, are just and good, come to understand that he who offends us, the one who harms us, the one who created us suffering, is all well and good, I'm afraid is almost impossible ... certainly difficult for a rational mind, for a man who suffered bumps that sometimes hurt again, that sometimes creates suffering, desire for revenge and sometimes revenge, thinking that it serves to bridge the wrongs they have suffered and looking through another wrong to report that rebalancing the mind thinks is right ... but it is not.
Everything is the opposite of everything good and right thing. If not, would not truth the words that I said when we talked and when I speak of what was and what will be.
If you do not come together to accept, to believe in this statement, you can hardly accept the target that we set before us.
I would like the words that I - but also those who, like me, are placed within this circle - they make sense and have to satisfy even you.
not pretend, do not ask that your mind to accept truth and goodness of the statements that I, we, we in this circle, but I wish you and poneste misuraste, if not - I repeat - a mental and logical but at the level of wholeness in this statement, so hope that we can learn, response, which can also be negative, otherwise, but that's inside of you so far on the words that I place within this circle. The
everything and the opposite of everything, good and evil, black and white, are nothing more than codifications essential being, after his birth and after the activation and establishment of contacts and awareness of own body and mind, it implements. He needs to code, it needs to create schemes through which you can begin to live ... but I believe that everything is right, indispensable. I think that the statement and the formation of man, his taking possession of self, have the need to create the duality duality ... that is functional only in the first third of becoming human, but then gradually go to settle for being overcome by a different truth through intuition that brings different views .... through living and through the consciousness that the man charged as a result of his act that goes to draw awareness to what is latent but never gone inside human consciousness that ties him to what was the matrix, what is the matrix that remains immutable in every man ... in every moment of his life.
is precisely the connection between what the matrix is \u200b\u200bimmutable and the extent to which man gives of his feelings, which leads the difference.
This is also an affirmation that I think categorically, without question. The matrix does not change, the matrix becomes the matrix. It is only awareness of it that the man who creates the possible differences, measurements, weights.
The man at the end of your car by definition, already told you, live it with full responsibility, with full mayor and through the truth of what is the choice of free will, man what extent are the certainties, securities that have matured, which has been defined through their living through this period. The man shakes what is the tree that has grown to reach what is the free choice of powerful tools that give through his life has improved.

sell them on the basis of something, knowing the futility of them for what is the path that awaits him.
To get to do this he must intuit the goodness of this destination, this goal is essential for humans, which may, through flashes of intuition, that which is vision. Through the term vision is to define what is the chance to see what the original motion and also what I tried to explain the original motion ... that runs next to us and we in it we get by, mostly trying to create friction and resistance to this movement, convinced that, through our agency, owners are able to give direction.
But so be it, if you feel that this is the way that allows you to be able to choose, strong in the goodness of decisions. A series of flashes of insight, leading to delineate what is the vision, every man needs to see its vision and the vision is not merely the appearance, size, see what is the structure and its matrix.
The vision has a great power: is to allow man to believe that whatever happens is within what is the path, the movement ... in the original fund is to come to accept that everything and its opposite is a good thing. and every action, be it black or white, good or bad leads in the direction ... ... ... try to stay with me ... I need to see what are your skills so that I can also speak your mind, what are the good things that have recognized their own, that give color, give you a feeling of good location, right of way.
I have to talk through these you can also call strongholds, but the good thing is that you bring with you. It is essential that the person who acts as teacher, guide, to be able to maintain contact with those who seek to follow him at that time. It is only through the knowledge of everyone. ... I find it difficult to define this term but we could also call them disciples through this baggage ... that he who at the time you put a step further to be able to speak to keep this communication. If I tried to tell, to explain what is the structure without using words, terms and concepts that belong to you, I would not do nothing but undermine the contact between us.
Him who is able to see a little further but can not get too far away to try to bring those close to him arises. It is easy think that one who is able to have clear vision can help the one who still has not perceived through their own experience ....
word .... Termino trying to say one more thing: I will resume my care and concern the speech started, but know that it is important not to create this clear distinction between one who is able to see and to have clear vision and those who do not yet have the means.
There are specific examples for what is the story of man and his becoming, those who were able to see a glimpse of what was called the future, truth or certainty, never tried to define clearly what was their vision, but for those who asked aid is used riddles, questions, parables. This is to move what is the land of no one who seeks to give a vision of what awaits them.
not expect ever to be a teacher, by an oracle from one who is able to have clear vision or precise answers to reading illuminating the path that awaits you. Through these responses would be changed so explicit and upset what is your progress.
man's journey through the original motion is nothing but a continuous state agency. If there was someone that would prevent you giving answers of what to expect, you preclude the possibility of being present through the free will. In the search
always be wary of those who have the answers and have vision about what to expect, the true master will never explicit, but will only move, burglary of your becoming the ground.


town looking for the body now.
try to hush our presence, we look for the pond, let us feel all around - I am with you - in this pond. We feel the water that connects us, makes us all at the same time a common body. From the center of the pond part
wave that seeks us out, we found, that moves us and brings us back toward the center of the pond.
Try to feel your vision, the vision is one thing lets make it so good and just everything that touches you and everything you touch.
The vision is the certainty of being unshakable faith is all well and good.

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The Sartorialist, Scott Schuman's blog

Piera Palermo

The Web is one of those fortunes I have the knowledge to appreciate at the same time as the live thing, however, by no means a foregone conclusion. I consider myself lucky, I live online for 15 years and 10 years ago I made the Internet the subject of my thesis. I am passionate in conducting research that a simple idea and so I open new worlds I suggested to my friend to dedicate our meeting looking for interesting blogs in the meanders of the network.
And since we tested it and we had fun, we decided to include in our meetings examining some blogs!
For the debut I had no doubt, I have chosen: The Sartorialist Scott Schuman, a revolutionary blog, which has become my style guru, so that in the morning, when I go through the door of my closet and look at the content, no longer take the first thing that happens to me, but in front of my huge mirror all start to wear clothes and accessories, as if he left his house would come across before objective of Scott, with the sole purpose of hitting, to attract his attention.
I try to pull off with my style and my personality more I look at women of Scott scroll below to each other in great pictures on his blog, the more my desire to be part of it, I will be lucky smile from her bright flash to the millions of visitors each day are linked to her online diary.
What I would not give to be immortalized in his dee!
Because I'd like to be one of the women's Tailoring? Scott
Women are beautiful women of all ages who stand out for their strength and vitality, giving the feeling to be emancipated and independent women, women made, women who by their gait spread positive energy, women who run on foot or by bicycle in the center of big cities like New York, Paris, Milan, Sydney, Florence, London, women from to a certain class, cultural, and women engaged to be decided.
They are women who express their personality through their complex and interesting style, cleverly mixed the piece with a vintage designer, bought one around the world with the piece discovered in the home market and the wear casually around the city with the ipod in his ears, sunglasses, vintage newspapers under his arm, shoulder strap, the keffiyeh, and the poncho. So scroll
Shuman's blog leads me across the globe to imagine the lives of these women, I hear everyone whispering in their speeches, I hear them in a hurry, someone will have to plead a case in court, someone 'other'll be booking the next flight, a few other presents his plan for a big company, another to his collection, another goes to a place to meet friends, go to a museum, to another an exhibition. Some go to see a concert, go to the other market.
Certainly not the image splash, do not give the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing of the poor, marginalized and never think of that may have problems, rather the images involved to work to heal the ills of the world.
Or at least, I like to think so, because every woman photographer Scott Schuman give the impression of being beautiful, even ugly ones.


Photos taken from the blog The Sartorialist

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Octoberfest in Vietnam

It seems incredible, but in more 'than 10 thousand km OUR friends "Krauts" have managed to put together a great feast of beer, how could I not be present at the 200th

edition? (clearly in Monaco) This was fabulous opportunity to be exploited, an hour

plane and fly to Saigon so easy and fast I told myself 'cause it? Organization

flawless, as good Germans, three types of beer: Pilsner, Blonde and Weiss; all the food strictly from German sausages and white classics to Schweinshaxe from Chicken Grilled Pork Roast , various breads, including the famous bretsel, cakes to no end .... Ah ... I forgot band music, original, straight from Bavaria! So everything in order, hire a famous hotel in the city ', a very big room with big tables and benches, deutsch -

stil at the entrance was being supplied after delivery of the ticket ($ 30) of a half-liter jug, a wrist bracelet that gave you the possibility 'to serve food and drink whenever we want ...... Next time, great atmosphere, for lovers of Asia "kellerine" were almost all locals as the 'girls' and women ..... how much pussy !!!!!!!!

punctually as it happens from time to time in Monaco was called the toast and hence the total frenzy, looking beautiful, I could not miss this event. Between a drunk and the other a little something to eat, are spoiled for choice with those who "speak" the party and 'closed in the early hours of the morning, but continued elsewhere .......

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tile biscuits and chocolate

Giuseppe Di Fiore


If you hurry, forget this recipe! I discovered that cooking in a water bath is one of the most boring things that may exist.
begin pulling out pots and bowls of various sizes to find the right joint and, finally, also added to the calculation of the exact water level. How do I feel "science"! The perfect balance of pot - bowl - water - I melt the white chocolate stove, with coffee and coffee liqueur.
After 10 minutes, waiting for something to happen, I'm already drunk, because it does not seem to want to know the chocolate to melt, while the coffee liqueur has already permeated the entire kitchen. I thank my Friend who is pushing me to alcoholism, as is already the second challenge that I launched with some hard liquor (see "cracks the custard")!
Loose all that, I remove from the heat and as balanced on stilts trying to beat vigorously with a whisk, and add the softened butter, egg yolks and icing sugar ... have we forgotten that the bowl is still soaking in the pot to water bath?! But who is the author? I'd like to chat and with every bit of the bowl seems to whip wanted to leave on his own!
Well, somehow I can and let the cream cool before adding the whipped cream.
starting to show the basis for my tile "soak" the ladyfingers (about ten) in coffee syrup, milk and powdered sugar and put them in a row. Then I spread the cream over the chocolate. Nothing could be more wrong: the cream melts and spreads, but spreads throughout the dish. A tip: let it cool so as to combine the cream before the cream, because I know that this was my mistake.
I do not give the same! I keep up to three layers of sponge and I put everything in the fridge, hoping the situation improves. Before serving, garnish top of a crumbling biscuit, chocolate shavings and white ribbons of whipped cream.
Certainly it is not firm and compact as it should but ... yum yum ... Very good!


(from fruits and desserts in the kitchen of the Republic of the Encyclopedia page. 263)

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Piera Palermo

I go to the office leaving the ingredients ready on the top of my white kitchen waiting for the lunch break for the working of the mix: medium difficulty, preparation time 15 minutes ... ... feasible.
only drawback: I wear a white linen shirt that will end up spending the whole night to soak nell'omino white! So
stamp card and in no time I find myself mixing brown sugar, butter and ... .. lemon zest grated biological (here we go again, if my friend gives me another challenge where I have the grating coupled) (ah, we never stated that the recipes are a challenge that we set off each other, we choose the cake that the other will have to prepare, so it's definitely more challenging and fun).
The first moment I experience discomfort immediately, the recipe says "until the mixture is the consistency swollen and frothy", my swollen ... it does not compound the foam, after 10 'minutes I have to resign and, with the lower lip a teaspoon, I add the egg yolks, flour, lemon juice and last but not least the milk that cause the explosion drops of batter that will force me to a quick change of shirt before returning to the office from a lunch break without lunch.
And so after three more hours of work, turn off the pc, I put the practices in the cabinet, stamp the exit and travel back in my white kitchen Whip the egg whites until stiff. So join them slowly to the mixture that will end in a buttered pan to bake in water bath.
The result is not the best. Introducing the cake on the table in the same pan after baking sprinkled with icing sugar and cocoa, but the time spent in the oven was not enough ... or something did not work. The sweet, good on the surface, has been lax Internally, too bad. Baking in a water bath brat!
"There is no excuse, never be afraid" Julia Child in "Julie & Julia"

(from fruits and desserts in the kitchen of the Republic of the Encyclopedia page. 253)

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Eat, Pray, Love Julie & Julia

Piera Palermo


What a disappointment. ... the only positive note about the film? E 'was advertised in advance with so that I could idealize myself so much, made a film on my own! I have so including on my skin, the concept of "you made a movie!
And to think that me and my friend we have bent over backwards to be able to arrive on time at the cinema. Hours and hours wasted in organizing husbands, mothers and sons, to prepare dinner in advance and insert it in the fridge ... so we have studied all of the art to enjoy our 2 ½ hours of escape. ... And instead, there immediately before that, unfortunately, is not worth it.
The plot was exactly that of a heroine, she the woman who in real life has the courage (and we want to sell) to drop everything to pursue their dreams around the world. Since my little girl too I have a secret place where I collect newspaper clippings, books and guides to beautiful places in the world, I have within me the desire to departure, discovery and freedom.
My brake, I put my chains in the world, I have what I called her friend in the movie "the tattoo in the face" (very bad expression, I have done to the limit in the heart), but she did not , Roberts has a responsibility so great, you can.
So I pretend to go to the movies, sit on my beautiful chair, to live through her sense of freedom that I can not afford to experiment.
But ... a little 'all: dialogues, scenes, situations that have something of pity and stimulate the desire to get up before the end of the film out of the rooms go back to my beautiful reality.
I go to the movies to know the story of an intelligent woman, a courageous, a strong-willed and instead spend the entire year around the world to cry on for the guilt that do not leave.
the end, the winner appears to be the happy husband left running in the streets of New York with his partner and a beautiful blond frugoletto in the carrier, happy to have removed from the boxes the moaning of Roberts.
What have I got? The light, the scenery, the atmosphere and the streets of Bali, the only scenes that are worth paying the ticket, but at this point might as well make a good homemade pizza with my friend, like the Roberts in the movie eating in Naples, and go quietly directly to the end of the second half!


(Eat, Pray, Love by Ryan Murphy. With Julia Roberts, Billy Crudup, Javier Bardem, Tuva Novotny. USA 2010. Sony Pictures. At the Cinema)

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Giuseppe Di Fiore


"The only good time to eat diet food is while expects that the steak is cooked. "
Oh my god! Not remain so impressed by a film in years. Girls, I found my guru, the only true spiritual guide: I adore Julia Child.
I only say that the first thing I do in the morning, when my friend showed me this film (of course after the care of personal hygiene and breakfast!), You wear my string of pearls and how by Julie in symbiosis with the "teacher".
not just about cooking, it is clear. There is joy in life, determination and courage. The director, Nora Ephron (who wrote and directed most of my favorite films), skillfully embroidered the true stories of these two women (Julie Powell and Julia Child for the note), away for ages and backgrounds, but so close to love the butter !!!!!! I am not to list the actors, very good for charity. Let me just say that the divine Meryl Streep makes no exceptions. Flawless interpretation made me want to know all of Mrs. Child and her funny way of speaking.
then Julie is a lovely thirties, unhappy in their work with the regret of not having cultivated his writing career, leaving half the writing of his novel. You, the great promise of Yale, now frustrated and blamed his mother every day for not being able to accomplish anything .... ... moms exquisite care always ready for a sweet little word, right?!
Well, I admit it: I immediately identified with this poor girl and I like her want to take back my life. Of course, not cooking the 524 recipes in 365 days of the Child, but the challenge will be equally difficult and interesting.
"I thought I have to!"
I feel I conclude by saying: 'Long live the pearls and BON APPETIT!


(Nora Ephron's Julie & Julia, starring Meryl Streep, Amy Adams, Stanley Tucci, Chris Messina, Linda Emond. USA 2009. Sony Pictures. On DVD)

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Pancakes with custard

Giuseppe Di Fiore

Here I am, all set: bowl, ingredients, fork and grater that is killing curse 'I'm a poor lemon little 'zest.
flour, sugar, eggs ... .. everything seems to proceed.
My first encounter with the cracks.
But all this milk will be right?
We'll see. Meanwhile
stand there and rest for an hour.
Had I so lucky .... Rest for an hour!
But why am I so nervous?! Sure atmosphere and new age would help me.
But when ever. Feel
and alienated from the surrounding chaos. Even sugar, flour, egg and fragrant zest.
This time on a low flame, add the milk a little at a time.
mixing and observing, the anxiety melts and takes the form "my" custard.
MERVIGLIA THAT!
Love at first sight.
now I'm in my nirvana, nothing can disturb me, nor husband nor brats. Stuff the cracks, bend lovingly into four carefully and slowly on the pan, where before I had melted butter, sprinkled with icing sugar and sprinkled with cognac.
big guns! Preheat
cracks and warms me heart to the vision of my creatures comfortable on the serving dish, the smell has now saturated the environment. A final dash of icing sugar and perfection.
One more point for my self-esteem. BRAVA!

(from fruits and desserts in the kitchen of the Republic of the Encyclopedia page. 245)

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Chocolate Mousse 1 October two thousand and dark

Piera Palermo

And to start with: Dark Chocolate Mousse !

Alarm bet at 7.00 but only in my mind ... .... do not ask me why, but I always wake up monstrously hour maturity.

I'll jump off the bed and in the silence of a house where luckily the other tenants will continue to hold tight in the arms of Morpheus, I, alone and happy in the cool of my kitchen, I start to cut the butter.

Then grate the chocolate, which I will surely melt in your hands, so I put it on the fire and when it becomes liquid in the butter in the meantime began to melt in the heat of burning stove. So join the powdered sugar icing.

It 's time that I prefer the separation of the white, I do end up in a bowl, the yolk, which falls intact in saucepan. While I mingle, he calmly and before joining the compound, the slides sgiddando loosely around here and there, like a windmill in the quicksand, and then disappear into the compound that became, after merging the fifth yolk , smooth and soft.

whipped thick and dense egg whites to join them to swell and my mixture bubbled like a geyser. Huge bubbles come out of the chocolate and they understand that my mousse will be a success. I just have to distribute it in 4 cups and put them in the fridge waiting to be sharing time with my friend.

And the result is excellent. Chapeau.

(from fruits and desserts in the kitchen of the Republic of the Encyclopedia page. 217)