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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