participate in the contest with this recipe in the kitchen of qb, 'Italie in the table, cook emotion. "
in my home kitchen in the biggest crime is to throw away the bread.
my heart is aching, it seems a waste and if no leap of imagination helps me to find an intelligent re-use rather than the sparrows on the windowsill!
a way of thinking, this, that without doubt I inherited from my grandmother Nerina, born and raised in Milan and Brianza and in time of war, that was so wise to reinvent recipes recycling ingredients and flavors in a sublime!
I think I still hear grumbling: "... no buta el pan poss, eh?" (Do not throw the bread), then prepared with the hot milk and added all she could marry good taste: from the crushed biscuits to fruits, nuts from the cocoa ... a wonderful pot pourri of smells that filled the house incredibly soft and enveloping.
and I closed my eyes and sniff the air, trying to guess the ingredients ... a foretaste of the taste in my mouth ... to imagine what might look great to have a slice of that pie so simple and yet so special. ..
and each time the same emotion, the same impatience, the same joy shared with all the teeth in that nell'affondare soft pillow of chocolate and aromas of your dreams!
this is the cake of bread in my house, ever different, ever changing, always her. only, such as Nerina.
my heart is aching, it seems a waste and if no leap of imagination helps me to find an intelligent re-use rather than the sparrows on the windowsill!
a way of thinking, this, that without doubt I inherited from my grandmother Nerina, born and raised in Milan and Brianza and in time of war, that was so wise to reinvent recipes recycling ingredients and flavors in a sublime!
I think I still hear grumbling: "... no buta el pan poss, eh?" (Do not throw the bread), then prepared with the hot milk and added all she could marry good taste: from the crushed biscuits to fruits, nuts from the cocoa ... a wonderful pot pourri of smells that filled the house incredibly soft and enveloping.
and I closed my eyes and sniff the air, trying to guess the ingredients ... a foretaste of the taste in my mouth ... to imagine what might look great to have a slice of that pie so simple and yet so special. ..
and each time the same emotion, the same impatience, the same joy shared with all the teeth in that nell'affondare soft pillow of chocolate and aromas of your dreams!
this is the cake of bread in my house, ever different, ever changing, always her. only, such as Nerina.
INGREDIENTS
base
4 stale bread (I use the michette)
1 liter milk 120 gr.
150 grams of sugar. macaroons
100 gr.
pine nuts 70 gr. raisins
6 / 7 tablespoons unsweetened cocoa 2 eggs
plus:
1 pear 1 banana
a handful of muesli oat
wrap the bread in a cloth, with the help of frantumatelo a pestacarne and place in a large bowl.
heat the milk just begins to boil and remove from heat and pour over the bread. leave to soak for at least a couple of hours, covering the bowl and mixing occasionally with a wooden spoon.
add to sugar mixture and the crumbled amaretti, below, add the cocoa, pine nuts, raisins, granola, fruit in small pieces and finally the eggs.
mix well buttered rectangular or a round baking pan and pour the mixture.
bake at 190 degrees for one hour and let cool completely.
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