.: Banana test

This is my second test with bananas. I think it’s not bad, especially for, let’s say, an “anglosaxon breakfast”. We do not eat eggs in the morning, but this could be something pleasant for a rich breakfast.

The recipe is similar to that of my fritcake, but with some variations:
1 egg – 1 uovo
cream – panna da cucina (1 spoon * 1 cucchiaio)
flour (1 spoon) – farina (1 cucchiaio)
grated bread (1 spoon) – pangrattato (1 cucchiaio)
Asiago cheese
cinnamon – cannella
1/2 banana
(sweet) butter – burro

Chop the cheese in small thin slices * tritate il formaggio a fettine piccole e sottili. * Whip the eggwhite * montate il bianco a neve

Blend the yolk with the cinnamon, the cream, the smashed banana,the flour * Mescolate il tuorlo con la cannella, la panna, la banana schiacciata, la farina

Add the bread and the cheese * Aggiungete il pangrattato e le scaglie di formaggio.

Finally add the whipped eggwhite and blend * Infine unite il bianco montato a neve

Fry in a pan greased with little butter: be careful, will burn easily * friggete in una padellina con poco burro: attenzione, frigge subito.

It’s a pretty fluffy and sweet omelette with a cheesy heart. Well.. maybe banana taste is a bit too sweet.. I’m not sure * otterrete una frittata dolce, gonfia e con un cuore di formaggio. Il gusto di banana aggiunge dolcezza… ma forse si può fare anche senza.

To complement this experiment, I offer you something I discovered today: The Nortons. If you love blues, you will be delighted.

Have a good Labor day. I know in USA and Canada it will be in September, but hey… it is today for us here. More than 80 countries celebrate International Workers’ Day on May 1 – the ancient European holiday of May Day. Buon 1° Maggio!

.: A change is gonna come

I like to try and try things so to make them better. So yesterday I tried it again. It didn’t turn out much different from the first time, but… you know, this is the way: you have to try and try again, to get better. And look: this time they really blew a lot ! I loved it 🙂

Sono proprio buoni…

quindi me li mangio anche stasera, con un po’ di carote e zucchine in padella

Prima o poi riuscirò a farli più simili a quelli della mia vicina… lo so, a change is gonna come

.: Tin Pan Alley

Tin Pan Alley (cioè “Vicolo della padella stagnata”) è il nome dato all’industria musicale newyorkese, specializzata nella scrittura di canzoni e nella stampa di spartiti, che dominò il mercato della musica popolare nordamericana tra la fine del diciannovesimo secolo e la prima metà del ventesimo secolo.

Il nome derivò dal suono cacofonico dei pianoforti che invadeva le strade provenendo dalle finestre delle sale di prova, e ricordava quello ottenuto percuotendo padelle stagnate (alley è il nome dei tipici vicoli di New York). Si dice che sia stato coniato dal compositore Monroe H. Rosenfeld (autore fra l’altro di “Those wedding bells shall not ring out” – 1896).

Tra i nomi più famosi associati a Tin Pan Alley vi sono sicuramente quello di George Gershwin che iniziò a lavorarvi come song plugger (un pianista che suonava le nuove canzoni per promuovere la vendita degli spartiti), e quello di Irving Berlin, che vi aveva l’ufficio.

Agli inizi, Tin Pan Alley era specializzata in pezzi sentimentali melodrammatici e canzonette brillanti e comiche, ma presto abbracciò altri stili alla moda, quali il cakewalk e il ragtime, e infine il jazz e il blues.

E’ inutile… mi ritrovo sempre con il blues, ma voi ditemi se riuscite a smettere di ascoltare questo pezzo…

Be’… io no.
E dalla musica, fino al pane, mi pare che abbiamo imparato tutto dall’Africa.
Prendete il pane. Io ho fatto il mio solito pane… prima l’ho messo a lievitare…

poi l’ho cotto, and you need a lot of energy when you turn your oven on…

e sì… è buono alla fine.

Però poi ho voluto provare la ricetta del pane marocchino… che ancora non so se si chiami batbout o makhmar, ma comunque si fa con un po’ di farina normale e una parte di semola

100 gr farina di semola / durum wheat flour
150 gr farina tipo 1 / type 1 flour
acqua / water
lievito di birra /brewer’s yeast
sale / salt

Fate lievitare per circa 30 minuti.

Let it rise for 30 minutes.

Poi lo dividete in palline, le schiacciate, le stendete, le ripiegate e le fate lievitare altri 30 minuti, circa.

Then make some pieces, roll out the dough, fold it up and let it rise for 30 minutes more.

Semplice no ?
Simple, isn’t it?
And then… you only need a pan.
Basta una padella, ed è fatta.

Schiacciateli ancora un po’… anzi più di quel che ho fatto io, ma dipende dai vostri gusti. E poi scaldate una padella e li mettete dentro per 2 minuti per lato. Un po’ si gonfieranno e voi rigirateli. Alla fine sono… buonissimi.

.: if you’ll let me

If everybody is adding a few more flowers, this whole world can again become a garden

Osho, Sermons in Stones, Talk #12

My neighbour Fatima invited me to have tea with her. Her mint tea is delicious. An the cake and the biscuits are too. She adds a few more flowers to the world.

And she also makes the makhmar bread. It is a simple but really good type of bread:

100 gr durum wheat bran flour
150 gr type 1 flour
120 gr water
5 gr brewer’s yeast
salt
a pan

dissolve the yeast in the water. Mix it with the flour. Add the salt and knead it well. Leave it there for 10 minutes. Then make it in pieces and leave it for another 10 minutes. Then make the pressed discs or squares. Leave them there for 30 minutes.
Warm a pan on the burner, middle flame, then put them in side and have them cooked. Turn them to cook them well.

It is good for breakfast and for everything else. I love it. And love makes you do crazy things. Even bear the crazyness of the person you love.

Just add some carrots…

“Love brings your heart into relationship — and when the heart is in relationship there is always pain. If you avoid the pain, you will miss all pleasures of life. With love you become human; you stand erect on earth. With love you are vertical.”

The Discipline Of Transcendence, Osho

I know you’ve been hurt
By someone else
I can tell by the way
You carry yourself
But if you’ll let me
Here’s what I’ll do
I’ll take care of you
I, I loved and lost
The same as you
So you see I know
Just what you’ve been through
And if you’ll let me
Here’s what I’ll do
I just have got to take care of you
You won’t ever have to worry
You don’t ever have to cry
I’ll be there beside you
To dry your weeping eyes
So darlin’ tell me
That you’ll be true
‘Cause there’s no doubt in my mind
I know what I want to do
And just as sure
One and one is two
I just got, I got to take care of you
I just got to take care of you
Take care of you

(Brook Benton originally recorded by Bobby Bland in 1959 – here sung by Beth Hart)

* This is for you, love. You are hurting me, but I still love you. *

Relationship is a mirror, and the purer the love is, the higher the love is, the better the mirror, the cleaner the mirror. But the higher love needs that you should be open. The higher the love needs you to be vulnerable. You have to drop your armor; that is painful. You have not to be constantly on guard. You have to drop the calculating mind. You have to risk. You have to live dangerously. The other can hurt you; that is the fear in being vulnerable. The other can reject you; that is the fear in being in love.
(..)
Love gives you the first experience of being in tune with something that is not your ego. (..)
Love is a ladder. It starts with one person, it ends with the totality. (..) To be afraid of love, to be afraid of the growing pains of love, is to remain enclosed in a dark cell. Modern man is living in a dark cell, it is narcissistic. Narcissism is the greatest obsession of the modern mind. And then there are problems, problems which are meaningless.
(..)

If you don’t go into love, as many people have decided, then you are stuck with yourself. Then your life is not a pilgrimage, then your life is not a river going to the ocean, your life is a stagnant pool, dirty, and soon there will be nothing but dirt and mud. (..) That’s where modern man finds himself and because of this, all kinds of neuroses, all kind of madnesses, have become rampant. (..) And that neurosis is coming from your narcissistic stagnancy. (..)
The people who say life is meaningless are the people who have not known love.

(..) Solo attraverso la notte oscura arriva il mattino.

Osho