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horrible cake. But

Ah, how I know.
E 'ugly.
Burn, rather.
Squacciata.
course, not a delight to behold.
It is an apple pie. To Cavoletto. Only, she will always clear all beautiful, photogenic, perfect. But do not despair mica, of course not.
pie here too, because this marks the rebirth, finally, Santa Polenta.
I had a little neglected, is not it true, but then, so we're not there circled inotrno are here, the cake is here, bad as long as you want, but with a flavor that is a true delirium. Has to decide to stop using that evil silicone mold: it is his fault, in my opinion.
The recipe for this wonderful apple pie overturned found here.
There will certainly be better.
Ah, how I know.

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vaffancake! A round of

not find solution. My cake, a dish that I love, are always so ugly, poor, but so bad that I have hardly the heart of immortality. Good, though.

This guy tried it on an evening of true delirium, quadno home was ready for anything appetizing and I must therefore due arrabattare with the things that I found hidden in the rooms of my refrigerator. Brussels sprouts, yes, those arising grimaces of disgust in all my children, nuts and feta. A nice combination. Sure, it's not my bag of flour. I took it from here, and I must say that it is quite simple, perhaps more to do than to say.

Sure, it's ugly. I know it well. But it is pleasant to taste, then, with that dish violettino also makes him and then, affancake also photography!


Ingredients for such ugliness.

The basic recipe of the cake is always the same, a basic dough can be èermettere to add all sorts of gastronomic frenzy, provided it is legal, free sale and / or cultivation.

380 grams of flour

10 cl of milk, partially skimmed

10 cl oilio plant

100 grams of grated gruyere

1 busitna yeast

salt and pepper to your pleasure.

To all this I added a dozen boiled sprouts, a dozen peeled hazelnuts and a pack of feta.

Exotic, unusual, like almost everyone.

Almost.

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Linzer. The cake

E 'delicious. Certainly not beautiful. A type. Beautiful inside. The Linzer Torte is by far my favorite cake. Sure, I could do better. I was able to rest the pastry a little more, instead of pulling out only half an hour later, I had more time, even though it was Sunday, but they all want to snack and then as you do. I could also make its jam fit, that of raspberries, cherries instead of the wild to give me Perec. However, the results were respectable, despite the Prince and I still are not as good at the strips of pie. Now, now, a few stories. The recipe I took from Sigrid . And please, may not compare photographs. You are not less in Santa Polenta. And next time, apply more.

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of mockery.

A guard is to do not just slurp, but blech. And it is yuck. Bleah did my children when they lifted the towel that you have mercifully placed above for concealing and hiding from view the first moment of distraction. Bleah did the writing with skill when trying to remove the cake from the odious semicrudo silicon mold, God rest his soul. I tried desperately to give it a Christian, human being, almost edible, normal, in fact. And mockery of mockery, it's not a complicated cake, what do you need the stone-ground flour, the salt of this Nonsodove, the sugar that the Sea Caribbean, and this semi-salted butter. Mann. The fact remains and that is that the exotic coconut and chocolate cake, gentlemen, here it is, I hereby squacciata, and spiaccicatissima semicruda, horrible in its intrinsic being, the taste is not bad, I tell you, but a delusion to eat , and cups with a spoon, otherwise it's the dog who eats, since the crumbs fall to the left and right, and my children I say No Thanks Mom I have had enough, and they leave with an excuse, but how, I thunder, There I was taught that there rises from the table ?????? Ah, let them go, woman. Let joyous swarm towards their humble room. And you, faithless, he confesses. And I, on my knees, I will confess. The cake is immortalized quissù ... ... ... it is a temptation Cameo. A cake ready. Those who know do, too silly. Of those that are baked in the spot from her mother just returned from the mine, or just landed from Cape Canaveral, I was on Mars, you know, but I still want to make a cake. And that, the cake comes out spongy and delicious and the children if the free ride serenely beautiful. Well, then. I'm ready. That the divine punishment, deserved, to weigh well over my head bowed. So praying, died . With chocolate crumbs still attached to the poor clothes.