cassoeula Do you know? 
is to say, yes please. In times of sushi and sashimi, my fair lady, the simplest things have a sound so unusual, say, tonight I Cassoeula is, and I tell him to do, rather snobbish. Thus, it is, as it is, here is prepared for dinner this evening, in fact, helped by Prince that I took this snapshot, explaining that if you really want to be a goose and does not find an accessory, the leaves are fine the outer cabbage adoprate as needed in the guise of a fan. The result, here it is. But the recipe cassoeula, also called Rago, but only in the most extreme dell'Oltrepadania, from where I come from? Here, I soon set out.
It 's a dish not exactly lightweight. Once a season, you can do.
Serve pork chops.
Carrots.
Celery.
The white onion.
oil.
The savoy cabbage. What should have taken the first frost, but at this rate, if I waited I would have cooked the first frost around February and would not do.
A teaspoon of unfailing plenty Tasty . What about the procedure.
the needles are placed in pan, and spraying increasingly in broth, then they are cooked. Ten minutes after turning off all the leaves are added with the grace of cabbage, chopped by hand, has been advised my mother, who cut them is a sacrilege.
One school of thought sguincio to add a super-concentrated tomato and two cloves. At your pleasure.
seems to me good.
Dirovvi the faces of diners, all tuttissimo respect.
And my husband, said in view of the image but it seems a Geisha!
Yes Like hell.
Oh, well, mica we'll be here to make the purists, no? A talk for weeks of mushrooms, chestnuts and polenta? Autumn Still I do not want in the kitchen, I say, even if I bought a ton for that famous pumpkin cake , which I still do not decide to do, they cardamom that I have, thank my friend and the coconut flour as well, but then, I have not had the inspiration that you need, you know? also to make an omelette. Thus, reasoning beautifully in my kitchen on Sunday morning that the sun is but a zerda ( zerda do you know?) And we also go to Mass and I PrinciGhiacciolo, and we wanted to make a cake but after careful research home in the fridge, no butter, even the shadow. You know, in a family where the fat van kept at a safe distance, a stick of butter can be a rarity. We do not go much for the subtle, should be cake? and cake will be! Exhumed late fishing, married to a beautiful simplicity in red apple, but that will never be married if there is no veil, preferably of jam, perilous orange, my favorite in the world. So, cut the fruit into thin slices, I put the fish and you put the apple, well, well, that's invented the cake on Sunday. Simple and extraordinary, just a successful marriage. And if the crust was one of those ready, but tell me a bit, dear countess, what's wrong? 
