domingo, 28 de junho de 2009
A receita é dos cookies que eu fiz para levar no churrasco, são do site da Martha Stewart.
Outrageous Chocolate Cookies
8 ounces semisweet chocolate, roughly chopped
4 tablespoons unsalted butter
1/4 cup all-purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 large eggs
3/4 cup packed light-brown sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 package (12 ounces) semisweet chocolate chunks
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Heat chopped chocolate and butter in a microwave safe bowl in 20-second increments, stirring between each, until almost melted; do not overheat. In another bowl, whisk together flour, baking powder, and salt.
2. In a mixing bowl, beat eggs, brown sugar, and vanilla on high speed until light and fluffy. Reduce speed to low; beat in melted chocolate.Mix in flour mixture until just combined. Stir in chocolate chunks.
3. Drop heaping tablespoons of dough 2 to 3 inches apart onto baking sheets. Bake, rotating sheets halfway through, until cookies are shiny and crackly yet soft in centers, 12 to 15 minutes. Cool on sheets 10 minutes; with a thin metal spatula, transfer to racks to cool completely.
sábado, 27 de junho de 2009
Ne Plus Ultra Cookies
1/2 cup(1 stick) unsalted butter room temperature
2/3 cup packed dark brown sugar
1/4 cup granulated sugar
1 tsp pure vanilla extract
2 large eggs
1 1/4 cups sifted all-purpose flour
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp baking soda
1 cup semisweet chocolate chips
1 cup raisins
1 cup pecans, chopped
1. Preheat the ovento 350ºF. Put butter and sugars in a bowl and mix on meduim speed until pale and fluffy. Add vanilla and eggs, mix until well combined,
2. Sift flour, salt and baking soda into a bowl, add to butter mixture on low speed until just combined. Stir in the chocolate chips, raisins and pecans..
3. Roll doough into 2 1/20-inch balls, then flatten p 1-inch thick. Tranfer to baking sheets lined with parchment paper. Bake cookies until golden brown about 20 minutes. Leet cool on sheets on wire racks.
sexta-feira, 26 de junho de 2009
segunda-feira, 22 de junho de 2009
Os papais brazucas dos que moram aqui no Norte ganharam um Dia dos Pais extra, já que aqui ele é comemorado dia 21 de Junho(ontem). O post veio com atraso porque só consegui escanear a foto hoje, mas um Feliz Dias dos Pais para todos os papais(brazucas ou não).
quinta-feira, 18 de junho de 2009
1/2 xíc. de folhas de manjericão
1/4 xíc. de azeite extra-virgem
1/4 xíc. de parmesão ralado
1/4 xíc. de nozes picadas grosseiramente**
1 dente de alho
sal e pimenta-do-reino
Bata todos os ingredientes no liquidificador.
*Essa receita é do livro da Carla Pernambuco - Balaio de Sabores. Esta receita do Panelinha parece boa também como alternativa.
** Eu sempre fiz a receita de pesto com nozes porque os pinholes são um tanto carinhos - na Itália a receita é feita com os pinholes, mas as nozes cumprem bem o papel e aliviam o bolso.
quarta-feira, 17 de junho de 2009
Ontem quando fui pagar a conta no restaurante, conversando com a garçonete escutei a pergunta clássica mas que há meses não faz mais parte das minhas conversas "Mas porque você saiu do Brasil e mudou para Montreal?" Fui pega desprevenida e dei uma tapeada na resposta. Mas depois fiquei pensando nas pessoas que por escolha ou necessidade são transplantadas* para outros lugares, lembrei de uma entrevista que a Leandra Leal para a Marília Gabriela, elas conversavam sobre a possibilidade da atriz morar fora do país e o porque de tal decisão, a resposta não podia ser mais descomplicada, que não existia nenhum motivo em especial, só a vontade de mudar de ares e ela não entendi porque tanto estranhamento dos outros já que o mundo foi feito de pessoas que saíram de um lugar e foram para outro. É tão simples que fica difícil de entender.
*Termo emprestado do livro "Transplante de Menina" da Tatiana Belinky, que foi transplantada aos 4 anos da Rússia para o Brasil.
quinta-feira, 11 de junho de 2009
domingo, 7 de junho de 2009
quinta-feira, 4 de junho de 2009
Fox in Socks - Dr. Seuss
ONCE upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were -
Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter.
They lived with their Mother in a sand-bank, underneath the root of a very big fir tree.
"NOW, my dears,'' said old Mrs. Rabbit one morning, "you may go into the fields or down the lane, but don't go into Mr. McGregor's garden: your Father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor.''
"NOW run along, and don't get into mischief. I am going out.''
THEN old Mrs. Rabbit took a basket and her umbrella, and went through the wood to the baker's. She
bought a loaf of brown bread and five currant buns.
FLOPSY, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail, who were good little bunnies, went down the lane to gather blackberries;
BUT Peter, who was very naughty, ran straight away to Mr. McGregor's garden, and squeezed under the gate!
FIRST he ate some lettuces and some French beans; and then he ate some radishes;
AND then, feeling rather sick, he went to look for some parsley.
BUT round the end of a cucumber frame, whom should he meet but Mr. McGregor!
MR. McGREGOR was on his hands and knees planting out young cabbages, but he jumped up and ran after Peter, waving a rake and calling out, "Stop thief!''
PETER was most dreadfully frightened; he rushed all over the garden, for he had forgotten the way back to the gate.
He lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes.
AFTER losing them, he ran on four legs and went faster, so that I think he might have got away altogether if he had not unfortunately run into a gooseberry net, and got caught by the large buttons on his jacket. It was a blue jacket with brass buttons, quite new.
PETER gave himself up for lost, and shed big tears; but his sobs were overheard by some friendly sparrows, who flew to him in great excitement, and implored him to exert himself.
MR. McGREGOR came up with a sieve, which he intended to pop upon the top of Peter; but Peter wriggled out just in time, leaving his jacket behind him.
AND rushed into the tool-shed, and jumped into a can. It would have been a beautiful thing to hide in, if it had not had so much water in it.
MR. McGREGOR was quite sure that Peter was somewhere in the tool-shed, perhaps hidden underneath
a flower-pot. He began to turn them over carefully, looking under each.
Presently Peter sneezed -"Kertyschoo!'' Mr. McGregor was after him in no time,
AND tried to put his foot upon Peter, who jumped out of a window, upsetting three plants. The window was too small for Mr. McGregor, and he was tired of running after Peter. He went back to his work.
PETER sat down to rest; he was out of breath and trembling with fright, and he had not the least idea which way to go. Also he was very damp with sitting in that can.
After a time he began to wander about, going lippity -lippity -- not very fast, and looking all around.
HE found a door in a wall; but it was locked, and there was no room for a fat little rabbit to squeeze underneath.
An old mouse was running in and out over the stone doorstep, carrying peas and beans to her family in the wood.
Peter asked her the way to the gate, but she had such a large pea in her mouth that she could not answer. She only shook her head at him. Peter began to cry.
THEN he tried to find his way straight across the garden, but he became more and more puzzled. Presently,
he came to a pond where Mr. McGregor filled his water-cans.
A white cat was staring at some gold-fish; she sat very, very still, but now and then the tip of her tail twitched as if it were alive.
Peter thought it best to go away without speaking to her; he had heard about cats from his cousin, little Benjamin Bunny.
HE went back towards the tool-shed, but suddenly, quite close to him, he heard the noise of a hoe -- scr-r-ritch, scratch, scratch, scritch.
Peter scuttered underneath the bushes. But presently, as nothing happened, he came out, and climbed upon a wheelbarrow, and peeped over.
The first thing he saw was Mr. McGregor hoeing onions. His back was turned towards Peter, and beyond him was the gate!
PETER got down very quietly off the wheelbarrow, and started running as fast as he could go, along
a straight walk behind some black-currant bushes.
Mr. McGregor caught sight of him at the corner, but Peter did not care. He slipped underneath the gate, and was safe at last in the wood outside the garden.
MR. McGREGOR hung up the little jacket and the shoes for a scare-crow to frighten the blackbirds.
PETER never stopped running or looked behind him till he got home to the big fir-tree.
He was so tired that he flopped down upon the nice soft sand on the floor of the rabbit-hole, and shut his eyes.
His mother was busy cooking; she wondered what he had done with his clothes. It was the second little jacket and pair of shoes that Peter had lost in a fortnight!
I AM sorry to say that Peter was not very well during the evening.
His mother put him to bed, and made some camomile tea; and she gave a dose of it to Peter!
"One table-spoonful to be taken at bed-time.''
BUT Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail had bread and milk and blackberries, for supper.