For the ones of you that checked yesterday’s recipe here is a funny cartoon I always think about during the “Second and Third Eggs In” step :þ
Chef Donald
Have fun!
Tonight I made a Babà Rustico. It’s a traditional Neapolitan savory cake made with eggs and sausage and cheese.
Here is the ingredients list:
- 250gr – Flour
- 4gr – Dried yeast
- 40gr – Lard
- 3 – Eggs
- 200gr – Feta
- 100gr – Sausage
- 1 tsp of sugar, salt and pepper as thou wish
Ingredients
Mix the flour, yeast, sugar, salt and pepper in a bowl and start working it with the lard until it became a stable ball. It takes a bit but your hands are going to be super idratated and soft. Lard is probably the best hand cream ever. The only problem is the light stench of pig :þþþ
Instead of lard you can use oil. I strongly advise against olive one as it gives a quite strong flavor. Use seeds instead. Peanuts (Arachis hypogea) works quite fine.
Lard Dough
Now add the first egg. Crumble the dough and start working the egg in. This is quite hard and the result is crumbly but it’s fine.
First Egg In
Add the second and the third eggs in one a time. Work it continuously until the mix is sticky and uniform. This need a lot of energy. Use a comfortable fork otherwise you’ll find yourself with stigmata like sores in the palms of your hands. (I’ve been there, you won’t like it)
Second and Third Eggs In
Cut the sausage in small cubes and mix it with the dough. I used a Turkish poultry one but you can use whatever würstel like you prefer. Ham works fine as well and have a less strong taste. It’s possible to use some other kind of filling to make it Veg-compliant. If you have any advise about it, please just let me know in the comments.
Sausage
As you’ve done with the sausage, do the same with the feta and mix it into the dough.
Feta
Grease a pyrex and put the mix in it. I use butter to grease as a family tradition. You can, of course, use whatever you want. As before, any advise, leave a comment :D
Leave it in a warm place for one hour to raise and then in the oven at 200˚C (390˚F) until it’s brownish and looks tasty. I know, it’s not that precise but it’s the way I check it :þ
Just Baked
This is how it should look inside.
As it appears inside
Buon Appetito!
Muppet's Bohemian Rhapsody
What can I say? It’s pure genius!
Here a 1080 version. Here the original music. Here the original video.
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Luton Airport Parkway.
I’m out of the train now. It’s cold. Very. Why Luton is always so cold?
Four flights of stairs. One up. Three down. The gate eats my ticket. It was to LPW not the airport.
One pound and I get a brand new one for the shuttle.
10 minutes ride. 28 past 9.
Check in. There’s just two of us in the queue. Amazing!
The gate closes at 10:45. I packed the backpack by myself. No, I’ve not stuffed my baggage with dangerous mixable chemical compounds or sharp objects.
15 to 10. It’s breakfast time!
The “restaurant” offers a standard english breakfast. With eggs, sausages, hash brown, baked beans, bacon, mushrooms and roasted tomato. They are out of sausages, hash brown and tomatoes. Let’s check M&S.
BLT & a pint of orange juice. Rigorously freshly squeezed. Everything is soooo organic in here. Very “Everywhere” :D
The sandwich is good as usual. The orange juice too. I’m erethic perhaps but don’t actually get the difference between organic and “plain old (cheap) crap”.
There’s a Caffè Nero outside. Just close to the public ashtrays in the smoking zone. An espresso please, double. It’s warm. Reassuring in the cold outside. Matches well with the cigarette.
10:15. Let’s go to the departure gates. Boarding card check. Security check. No, I have no liquids. No, there’s no laptop in the backpack. My pockets are empty. My belt, the phones, the wallet, the coin holder and my frontal lobes are in the tray. Yes, I’ll take off my boots.
Nothing beeps. I gather my stuff and move on.
The lounge. A bench. The departure informations panel. “Wait in Lounge”. Waiting. 12 to 11. Now.
Wake up call at 06:15.
Coffee. Long, hot and black.
While the kettle was boiling had some humus. I was hungry. Yesterday’s night spliff?
So, the coffee. The loo. The backpack.
Three pairs of sox. Three trunks. A shirt. A sweeter. Pajama and t-shirt. The Chrono Trigger’s azure one. The chocolate I bought yesterday from Hotel Chocolat. Cables for iPhone and Blackberry. The USB adapter. Something else I don’t recall right now.
Another cup of joe and then dressing up. It’s already half past seven.
Trousers: Uniqlo’s kaki ones from last year. I so need to go shopping.
Shirt: the white and yellow table cloth one.
Sweater: scottish lamb wool. Überwarm. Prague is cold. I’m going to die in the Victoria line’s guts.
Shoes: the usual boots I use this days.
Flatmate is up. 15 to 8. Having breakfast on the sofa. Hope he washes the dishes before going out. Actually, who cares? I’m out till Monday :D
Getting out at 10 to 8. Chilly air. The breath freezes in pufs of smoke. Nice. I like it.
Cigarette on the way to the station. Adriana cafe. 08:01. The train should be at 08:06. Good.
Touch in. Stairs. Train. It’s hot in here. Shitload of people. Only two stops. A nice redhead lurks over her boyfriend shoulder. LöL.
Highbury and Islington. King’s Cross-St. Pancras.
Crossing the station. Ticket. Why the guy before me in lines is always such an idiot? It’s a ticket machine not rocket science. Read the frigging on screen instruction. Ticket. Train.
The doors close just a second before me and a woman reach them. The guy says that there’s another one downstairs “platform b”.
Stairs. Platform b. Train. Now.
Even if I’m not vegetarian I’m quite of a veggy fan and my love for Giuseppe Arcimboldo‘s pieces makes me love this one as well.
Vegetables are all your body needs
Vegetables are all your body needs.
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