The cake sniffing. 
a result of any Saturday, you can turn bad grace with an old copy of Elle, since they served in the Principality of advertising images. Having said that, we came across this simple cake, not to be enjoyed, or rather, too, but mostly by smell. Ossi, dear lady, this cake is true that it is a commonplace apple pie, but what makes it amazing in his humble home, it is the spices, namely cinnamon and carnation. Delicious dipped in milk, someone around the house has also married, unseen, a cup of steaming hot chocolate and very dense. Try it, absolutely, when you feel a little listless, cold and affected media, or just tired and pissed off. The therapy begins from the oven, when it begins to spread to the kitchen smell wonderful. Sniff helps, is not new.
So, so you go along. 4 Annurka
Medline, sweet and extremely crisp
200 gr of white sugar 400 g cake flour 2 eggs
150 grams of butter 2 tablespoons brown sugar (and already there ...)
Half packet of yeast 5 cloves fresh
chopped 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
You knead the ingredients as usual, and finally you add the apples into small cubes Annurka, thin, impalbabili, transparent. Col rigalimoni (and sorry if it is little) will be added say a two spoonfuls of orange peel Ribera, washed very well. A cake tin and you're done.
Come on, sniff it.
peaches and chocolate. About 
Come on, we wanted to do even a cake. To share with neighbors of 12, the last remaining, to celebrate the end of summer. We had an open bag of flour half of the self raising. Two peaches sad. A spoonful of chocolate chips and a jar of yogurt. So, along with two eggs and a sprinkle of sugar cane, the PrinciChef took a good mixed of everything, with pinpoint precision chopping peaches that have become sad fizzy and funny. Bake in the rubber mold, the one where not even need a bit of butter, and here. The sumptuous cake is ready recycled, made with things that do not transport because it is ridiculous but it would be a real shame to throw away, no other stops on holiday, and therefore no such tradition in this village, you can leave leftovers Yours, in mid-jam, coffee just opened, the detergent. As always the last to leave, I often find myself with a refrigerator and a pantry full of strategic strategic expense of others, that I have a gift. In the end, leaving for last is not so bad.
rocket strikes. 
not that talented in their own household. Let's say our main no. But at least try to get enough fetched, but enough. I am committed. Not that it's just very good at packing. Enno said the voice-overs, passes to the economy, but the suitcases, eh well, at least as me has to do it. I do not know to pack the refrigerator. I do not know empty. And it takes, one lies down there in front with a nice bag of bright colors, and shoves it all in bulk, maybe then put the bag in a cooler and it's done. No, no and no. I step. I keep there. Cry me a heart to throw away the lemon, the squeezed tube of mayonnaise, plum looking at me that poor transparency of the drawer over there. So, I try to use the leftovers before the sad departure. IS well understood that, in a mansion where they stayed far from swarms of boys appetite, leftovers can, oh yes, be consistent. nor have earned SiMangiaQuelCheC'è dinners. A poor mozzarella expired today, and the writer have the PrinciBiondissima thought to give her a worthy end to the base plebeian roll pizza already stretched. And then, to give a touch of color, a handful of arugula in envelopes, that nothing is more sad to see the rocket fail slowly washed into his bag at the supermarket. So, it turned out this unusual pizza, happy in his sempicità. Someone would have the courage to say that they are only leftovers?
wheel drive. Just 
When m'acchiappa, m'acchiappa. A cake fast and simple, the same old same old, boring one, so that in fact genuine, it is not just that they go mad in the house. They love sweets complicated, cannoli, maybe, meringue, that God rest his soul, but when it is difficult to make a meringue sweet worthy of the name, which I have given a few summers ago in a white stray cat, the mother of a white stray kitten called Butter? But, meringues aside, I'd say that this cake is, you know, the great-grandmother's cake. O tristrisnonna. The base is the usual , alone, with the meal super-full-of-wheat-buck-a-stone-ground-with-the-holy-of the-miller-big hands. And then, with the sugar that stole my heart. In truth, I added half jar of corn starch, so to make things softer. My cake is ready in full, fragrant and perfumed. Of course, it is not tasty, but allows passing daughters in this house to bite a slice without much guilt. That alone is enough to make me worship text.
a result of any Saturday, you can turn bad grace with an old copy of Elle, since they served in the Principality of advertising images. Having said that, we came across this simple cake, not to be enjoyed, or rather, too, but mostly by smell. Ossi, dear lady, this cake is true that it is a commonplace apple pie, but what makes it amazing in his humble home, it is the spices, namely cinnamon and carnation. Delicious dipped in milk, someone around the house has also married, unseen, a cup of steaming hot chocolate and very dense. Try it, absolutely, when you feel a little listless, cold and affected media, or just tired and pissed off. The therapy begins from the oven, when it begins to spread to the kitchen smell wonderful. Sniff helps, is not new. 
