Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Laddies Playing Whith Them Selfs

Endivienkuchen - Pizza di Scarola, or: How to wasted hours, without writing a single word.

I am doing now for hours. With the cheap excuse my pictures archive reasonable to me so I click through the world history. This is the archive actually not a bad Idea. You must know that I am using a complex filing system. Photos are on my computer, on a small netbook on Mr. Peppinello's laptop, on several USB flash drives, on an external hard drive and on my little camera, the only shabby, shaky images can.

Where I would like to add that it was probably at my inability to reason that the small camera rather lean photographed. I doubt that I would get with a digital SLR camera along with all Pipa Po better results. The same is true for my non-existing storage system. Today I discovered, in addition to the Maibowle two years ago and a failed leaven in the same Pictures folder from the Mönchengladbach stadium (Bobadilla, North bend, van Nistelrooy ... .... So some time ago against HSV).

But actually I was looking for so the Endivienpizza. A typical food in winter (guess) Naples. Sun

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Before I lose myself in trivialities, here once the ingredients:

pizza dough

  • 500g flour
  • water 1 cube of fresh yeast
  • olive oil salt

filling

  • 2 endive
  • 2 cloves garlic 2-4 anchovy fillets
  • olive oil
  • ever need a handful of pitted green and black olives
  • some pine nuts and walnuts
  • 1 tablespoon salted capers

First, you handle the ingredients for the pizza dough. I must not. I just go down a level, and stealing the Lord Peppinello some of his small dough balls from the cold store, which he formed every Thursday so wonderful even, as I never could (what I just without him ....) Guck.:

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the dough you can go to his size has doubled. Come to room temperature, but I need a cook blog readers not to say, right? So the match times.

At this point in my interesting comments, I can not concentrate anymore. The small Peppinello and his father play exactly in front of my nose football. Always around me. (Did I mention that we live in a sports park? There is no alternative other than your living room ....). I drum to irritated around the fingers on the table to show my displeasure. Nobody notices. No one listens. The small Peppinello has new football boots in neon-green. As he continues crying "Ronaldo, Ronaldo. ... Collected dribbles from ... .... jaaaaa ... ... .. Ronaldoooo GOOOOOL-gol-gol "(His first choice, of course, the shoes of Lionel Messi, but there was not in his size were). Very well. A few minutes later, they argue, in our experience eh Little Lionel awards a penalty. Buffon (Mr Peppinello) holds. Lionel puts down a swallow. Simulate an injury. Begins to cry. Is Buffon the debt. Mr. Peppinello collected the ball, the small Peppinello is offended. Just wait. Equal.

Where was I stopped? In the meantime

cut into strips and wash the endive. In a saucepan with the garlic you dünstest small depressed Anchovies in olive oil. Then you give to all the other ingredients. It does not need liquid chicory give off enough juice. Fumes the whole, stirring occasionally over low heat. From the pizza dough you form now small plates, depending on the size springform pan. I take small disposable forms of high rim diameter and 15 cm (including those stolen in Mr. Peppinellos kitchen). It takes one each floor and a slightly smaller lid. Look at the best times here because Image:

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Sun now you give the vegetables (with the resulting Sud) in portions of the dough trays and locks to BS then see above. Prick with the gift of a couple of times in the lid and bake the pizzas at 200 degrees Scarola the preheated oven. Ah yes, a little longer than half an hour. ("Poi vedi" - "You see then" End of quote / Grandma Peppinella)

cold Endivienkuchen taste and warm.

With red or white wine.

My mother, she enjoyed for breakfast with some "caffe". Then it was bad. Later I learned that she had eaten a whole cake alone. At about quarter past six in the morning.

Who am I glad I finally have what is written here have. Now I have to post it just yet. Ciao.

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