I did forget you at Christmas. But now I wish you ever
All the best for the New Year!
(The Lord Peppinello wishes you the same. By the way.)
I did forget you at Christmas. But now I wish you ever
All the best for the New Year!
(The Lord Peppinello wishes you the same. By the way.)
Well. Nothing really. Only indirectly. In my head, so to speak. The man with the lighter pink flood Röhrenhose must I do for weeks ringing ears. Probably he has already thrown a few balls against homeopathic tinnitus. Alex has nothing to do with it. God forbid.
So. Last year, buk Alex Castagnaccio. As always, the photos of the recipe was super nice and appealing. I had never baked Castagnaccio (not eaten) and made me so in search of chestnut flour. Not applicable. Even in my beloved spice mill, which has everything else, they told me that it was too specific. Some time I Pam wrote of Mestolo that in Dusseldorf which is at Basic.
Basic is a health food store, with nothing but healthy whole-food items and hair color from plant extracts, stones instead of washing powder and the like. They have good products that sell much of it fits but not in my kitchen (we do not eat as many grains). And somehow I always, I am for those shops do not "eco" enough. I also take Ariel and Dash. With Washing nuts and stones I have never worked before. ( Whether for washing the mysterious box of the pasta machine is suitable?)
Okay. I'm prejudiced, you say it. However, I need absolutely chestnut flour. So I drive one morning on the free day out. Peppinello with the Lord. I wonder briefly whether I should color the hair first with henna red, but then let it. I do not have the appropriate wardrobe. And, no. The Lord Peppinello is not the man with the lighter pink skinny trousers. Although a proposal ... it would be worth it.
( check this point, I all-time parents living men in women's pants, and their associated henna wives forgiveness. I know that my aura is negative. Can wegpendeln this?)
Before entering the shop (Friedrichstraße in Dusseldorf), we conduct ourselves politically incorrect, because we parked right in front of the entrance stopping. Contrary to my expectations is not a small country store Basic but a kind of supermarket with shopping carts and all the trimmings. When I take one of the cars, says the Lord Peppinello: "I think you are buying only flour. Since you surely do not have cars, or do you immediately buy hundredweight? "
He knows me. I know him.
I push back the cart and say (in mine insulted liver sausage) Place: "Give even the car key, we go again. "
The following is a quiet run little bickering. We can even rumkeifen not last. Otherwise quite possible to scare the Biotomaten (which look like they were last week already been ready for the dustbin). Mr. Peppinello brings a shopping basket and says, "Now Hinne do, we are in no parking."
After several environmentally degradable, anti-allergenic, what white-i-like-tested shampoo bottles, various herbal teas, whole wheat pasta (yuck) and the same longer had in his hand had let my eyes wander and I find the shelf with the flour. Numerous varieties and Schrotungen.Eine healthier than the other. As is also the chestnut flour. Sonnentor chestnut flour claimed. With images of Hildegard von Bingen . (I say yes, all witches herbs in health food store) to in small cartons 200g. The price confused me at first. I have no idea. Converted it costs 22 € ... ... not per hundredweight, but per kilo. Fundamental kind. But I also get a wonderful piece of prime rib ... or a large piece of boiled beef.
Peppinello The Lord is on the side shelf and examined it completely strange things. Quinoa. Bulgur. Millet. Expensive black lentils. The romped However the here and this here. Since he only says: ". They've got the bang is not" When he sees the price of the chestnut flour, he just shakes his head. Then shrugs his shoulders and says: "The pine nuts we have at home. You need not buy. "
I need but still white beans. And search and coriander Schabziger clover, I need this week for another recipe. I am also still rye and Spelt flour. And coarse sea salt. And the shopping basket is full. If only we had preferred to take a cab. We go to the checkout. The shop is unfortunately rather empty, so my stereotype of the typical health food store customers can not really . Confirm The esoteric inner mid-fifties are probably still in office ... or in the community college. The Rauschebärte probably still asleep. Only a confused elderly lady gets in front of us for their purchases correctly on the tape. Behind us is a completely exasperated mother with two cranky toddlers. One in the arm, one leg hanging on her. The stroller has fully loaded it with various organic baby food. The content is in color for all grades of the same. As Kotze or similar body waste. course it can not let the Lord Peppinello. He says: "If I had to eat it, I would have a bad mood." Fortunately, the woman hears not. The baby in her arms you crying like a madman in his ear.
Fortunately, we got no nodules, ie from home and ran to the Castagnaccio.
you wonder just where the light-purple pants man? The will come. Do not worry.
Here is the recipe from Alex .
chestnut flour smells funny. Not even for chestnuts. I will sniff the young Peppinello. He says it smells like sausage or ham. Air dry. I sniff. He has a point.
I Stir the ingredients. Everything is quite fluid. Well. If so. During the baking time I look at the often the Unopened packet chestnut flour. Hildegard von Bingen front on it. I introduce myself with a flowing robe and hood. Weia. I call my girlfriend to A., and ask if we want to go on the afternoon with the children to Logolino. This is an indoor playground to let off steam, if the young in bad weather at home too much on a rampage. Whether the children of women from Organic market may seem, I do not know. They would get there, there are problems in the education of a technical nature that is not Logolino whole-glass. Only chicken nuggets and french fries. Slush and ice (water with sugar and dye).
Alex writes that the Castagnaccio is ready when the surface is crispy. Okay. Done. My photo does not look as natural as that of Alex. And I should tell you something? I do not like the Castagnaccio of Alex, or the tasted of Mestolo ... Mine was botched. Hildegard of Bingen-from-magic has not worked. Although we very much like chestnut, we will enjoy in the future as a whole. Baked in the oven. Neither the consistency nor the taste of Kastanienfladens has promised. Too bad.
When we are in the afternoon in Logolino, I will tell my friend A. (which is incidentally also Alex) from my failure and my trip to the health food store. And then he enters the scene. The man with the lighter pink skinny trousers. Nearly two feet tall and about fifty pounds. Since where to stop the legs I see huge feet in suede boots. Which is covered with purple velvet ribbon above the sole. jingle bells on velvet. From the stem of the boat looking out socks. My breath.
I poke Alex. "Look," I say, "the was determined today in Ökoladen. He has only bought seeds. What eats the other not. "Alex snorts, as he comes towards us. I can barely speak yet. In addition to me so there is a magazine rack for bored mums (Gala, Bunte, woman in the mirror). To which he controlled. It has that facial expression I hardly can describe the. Modestly full of self-satisfied bliss. He flips around. I hiss: "I bet he takes the 'parents', or 'My family and I'?" Of course. Parents. With the eyes I'm looking from the hall, and try to guess which children belong to him. I think from that he is on maternity leave. His wife works. It is independent Reiki Master. Makes sound bowl therapy and such. Gong! Dong! Man I'm stupid. The children go to Waldorf school. Or in the forest nursery. Determined. As babies they did not wear diapers, but cloth diapers. Similar as he is now wearing batik wrapped around his neck. No. Not similar. Exactly this! When his wife comes home tonight he is cooking her a nice cup of tea. They eat 27 different spoon Schuessler salt . Then he reads it in front of the fireplace (ecologically valuable pellet-firing) in front of the Kama Sutra. In the health food store here that he has today purchased. They give each other so much. Ommmmm! Ommmm!
you think sometimes that what's wrong with me? Technically brain?
The reasons why you have so long heard of me are manifold. I could explain here all you want but spare it, most of all frills. (laziness was one of the reasons, but mostly not ...) What I want here but must get rid of: If I one or more e-mails left unanswered, take it not me crooked. I will try to improve when I have time to do so. Not for the better, but to answer the mail of course. And then the following: Werbefuzzies love! Give at last, I will not Applying it is not against Gage. When I'm anhimmele a product, that happens out of personal conviction.
Now to the post title. Back to start of course refers me. As for me, but now do not drive up to the edge of a nervous breakdown. Only almost. Makes me mad the latest technical achievement of the Lord Peppinello kitchen. (He has me by the way several times exhorting prompted to write here once again what, who would have thought ...) Back to the topic before I digress again.
all starts innocently enough a few weeks ago. As always. The Lord Peppinello desperately needs a new top case. This is a 2 meter long cooling section, with stainless steel containers for storage of pre-cut vegetables, salad and so on. We surf the web. Compare sizes and prices. Will find it. Then you see the Lord Peppinello a pasta machine. Fully automatic. Not quite as expensive, but already three digits. The part gives him no peace. I guess secretly, that he even dreams of the thing.
" You know how noodles are made," he says, "just imagine it, we would be here to offer fresh pasta. That would be the big hit. Which there is almost nowhere but here. "
Of course I know that, but home in Peppinella's kitchen, hand operated from the small Marcato, which is probably something else. Days go by, and he does not stop talking. The Lord Peppinello can sometimes be very pushy when he has something in his head. He already told all the guests in Peppinellis shops, what we intend (s). Of course, he reaps acclaim.
In the autumn holidays are free, and so it is that we buy to drive 200 km to the top cabinet and at the same time to ask for this pasta machine. Binding. So just watch. Do not worry.
The nice, young junior manager of the catering equipment supplier then asks, with no obligation, whether we want to use this little machine called MPF private or commercial. The Lord Peppinello answers, also with no obligation, that we want to use the device well commercially. If. Binding. The nice, young junior executive, declares, is still binding, the machine is too small. There is the next largest machine. MPF 2, or 2.5. I do not remember exactly. The Lord asks Peppinello binding, if there is a cutter. "Optional" means that is in the prospectus. The nice young junior manager on the phone with the Italian importer based in Kaufbeuren.
" Aha," he says into the receiver, "Aha. Yes. Hum. "
No. The cutter is not there. Would have to be ordered separately. The only costs 460 Euro. The Lord Peppinello asks for the next larger model MPF 4th Capacity 4 pounds. Noodle production 13 kilograms per hour. Power supply. As the cutter in the price, however, is included. It dawned on me at that moment that we "not binding" are long gone. For the machine there are various presses in bronze for a variety of pasta shapes. On average they cost 100 € each.
Because everything is now binding on, the Lord decides Peppinello (where he takes me just to rate) for four different. You see them on top of the photo. Clockwise from top: taglierini, fettuccine, pappardelle pasta and macaroni. Without batting an eyelid, the Lord Peppinello buys everything. After all, the cutter is included. ...
All the fun ends up costing as much as a used midsize cars. But the free delivery is free. What luck!
In the car he says enthusiastically: "A child's play. Pure ingredients. The rest of the exercise of their own. Super. And small it would not always be related. Think about it! "
I wonder. I know now that we will fight when you first start to the finish of the part.
is a few days later the unit since then. The first thing that catches the eye, the sticker on the side that you see at the top of the image. Frankly, I still do not know where, as described by the Italian manufacturer, the "wash box" of the device is located. Too bad. The device may be multifunctional. After the first charge taglierini just the Machine wash at 40 degrees inside, and from this, right? And what is meant by "abuse of the machine"? Could the Peppinello sleep at night when all the shops creep, and to pass on the machine? (Boy, the diameter of the cutter are sharp as razor blades ...)
But enough talk around it. I will show you the device of course times. What you see here, the inside of the washing tank is. In fact, the ingredients are only gradually introduced during the mixing process. However, the mandatory use of hard wheat. Normal household flour will not do. Also, the mixing ratio of liquid / hard wheat is different from hand-made noodles. The Lord Peppinello and I experiment around a few days. Throw away a few pounds failed dough. Quarrel. From time to time I'm trying it just one of those bronze presses and throw it against the skull. Or this big bronze threaded screw at the bottom of the washing tank. Finally, it is then at some point.
For pasta with egg (pappardelle, fettuccine and taglierini), we take a kilo wheat flour 380g egg (6-8 pieces, depending on size).
For pasta without egg (taglierini and macaroni), we take a kilo wheat flour 400g water. The macaroni I would like to show you today. Binding.
Here you can see now the cutter. Thank God, yes including the was. The bronze press for macaroni. The was not included. The cutter rotates clockwise. The length of the macaroni may be by means of a knob (under the ominous wash box label) is changed at will. Thus, we can thus produce quite short fluted tube. Ditaloni rigati for our beloved pasta e fagioli. The whole thing is really a breeze (now). The cleaning of the machine and the press is more complex than the actual process of making pasta. the pasta without egg may need to be easily dried, and is pretty durable. The short cooking time is really a dream.
I can already hear almost like something like a chick from the shopping channel, right? And I was not happy at first. But taste Even with an ordinary meat sauce simply divine.
Sun That's it for today. Other pasta dishes with the MPF4, power connector, including cutter (and washing box), 13 kilos of the hour will surely follow. Until then.
Good night. Greetings from the Lord Peppinello. Without obligation of course!