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We went to this rim blo g of a lost na ch and really knows and we all wish we av ere as a friend! Dario called Bressanini

here is some information that Darius us on gelatine:

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"enzymes eat eat"

If you read carefully 'label on the package of gelatine, you'll see that it is not possible to prepare gels with certain types of fresh fruit.

In particular, pineapple, papaya, kiwi and figs contain enzymes (known as proteolytic or protease ) that act by breaking the strands of jelly into many fragments, no longer able to create a stable three-dimensional structure. For this reason, if you want to prepare a jelly from fresh pineapple you must first deactivate these enzymes, for example by heating the juice you want to gel. The enzyme is denatured and you can then proceed to gel.

A slice of fresh kiwi gelatin	after 12 hours at room temperature

From the photos you can see the effect of a slice, just chopped, fresh kiwi lies on Jelly and left at room temperature for 12 hours. One can also exploit this property, for example in the preparation of the panna cotta: putting the pieces into the dessert of fresh pineapple or kiwi surrounding gelatin melts and creates an interesting contrast of texture.

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back from a first taste of the holidays, I get back to work and continue what I left in mid ... good read ...

I was immersed in fog and my feet did not touch the ground, was flying without knowing where I was going, off and on was moving his arms and legs trying to gain altitude and exit from the bench to see where I was, but with poor results. Then, suddenly, the mist thinned and I found myself in the middle of a semi dark road, a hundred yards there was a lamp post and under it was a woman, despite the distance it seemed to me that his figure had something family but at the same time distant and unrecognizable. More and more I approached the light was weak, reddish and flickering, as if the bulb was leaving gradually replaced by a torch tore his gaze from the figure and I ran on the landscape, the asphalt was giving way to wide and flat stones and along roadsides the campaign was turning into the woods. It was like stepping back in time to see the technology regress.

The woman continued to remain firm but with every step I could see some more particular: he wore a long dress that bandaged to the foot dry, highlighting the physical and slender, dark color was deep under the flickering light and highlight the extreme pallor of her complexion, already emphasized by brown hair. Face could only see the outlines of the profile as the orientation and the shadows made invisible the rest.

The curiosity to see his face made me want to put all the energy in the movements of arms and legs, but despite the best efforts I could not get closer than I wanted, it was as if a barrier separates me from the mysterious female figure . There was something that attracted me and at the same time, I refused, I was now resigned to watching from a distance when he turned. He moved his lips and then with a gesture drew large spiral in the air and crossing disappearing from my view. I tried

to follow through that plan, did not hold out much hope because there seemed to be a wall between us, but I managed to get to the other side of that portal, or whatever it was.

Suddenly everything became dark and silent, there was no nothing, nothing seemed to be the never ending story, lasted only a moment and then I found myself in a crowded noisy room. Even the shadow of the mysterious woman, it was like death, the place looked like a normal pub, the kind that are found in every city: loud music, and rivers of beer in a room that was visible as soon as the pool tables.

Out of habit, or perhaps not to appear a fish out of water, although no one seemed to notice me, I approached the counter and ordered a beer without even looking up the bartender gave me back.

he leans out of the fridge and pulled out a beer, she uncorked it and turned to Grant, I looked up and our eyes met. Two green eyes set in a tanned face were fixed on mine, I took the beer and I looked away for a look at how was the rest of the owner.

or dark brown hair short or long, tanned skin, normal stature, high cheekbones and full lips, but not too athletic gym, jeans and a shirt. Attractive but ordinarily, I turned and walked to the pool tables sipping my beer. They were all busy, but one that in the far corner, there was a person with the stick in his hand but he was not playing. I took a cue from the wall and I walked there, I was a few steps when the person turned around.

-I was waiting for.

was she was the woman, only now wearing modern clothes.

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Walking with Bulma, we fall before us, by a strip of land above the road, an abnormal lemon ...

collect it because it seems wonderful! going back a person, the owner of the tree, he explains that he was to throw the lemon lame! tells me that the tree probably has some disease ...

instead is an amazing phenomenon

here is some information from Wikipedia:

is very curious anomaly that often occurs in the development of the cedars, known as the Hand of Buddha ( C. medica var. sarcodactylus ). Can be found in other citrus in lemon for example, but the cedar is almost normal. This is the very early partition of the fruit into segments, namely the development does not affect a set of segments that will form the fruit, but each segment tends to develop as a separate unit. It follows a non-globular fruit, but indented in various growths, and you saw the oriental form of God's hand. The anomaly is worthy of mention because the experts have often tried to encourage it, because it produces virtually peel only, that is the only part of the fruit used industrially. But so far the results have been disappointing: it seems that the anomaly would prefer not to be harnessed, and only continues to manifest itself spontaneously and unpredictably.

full link: http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Citrus_medica

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I hope you enjoy it and I apologize if there's mid-July will not be able to update the story as most likely assenterò me for a while 'cause life ...

'm sure to forget something but boh ...

ah yes, that is still still a draft and therefore subject to changes and corrections ..=)

While I enjoyed sitting on the balcony scene I wanted to live on my skin, being in the midst of that grove trying to see the stars and the sea through the branches of the trees that made a handful of minutes later we were walking in the dark courtyard armed phones and flashlights, the minimum necessary to pierce the dark night and we can separate them without problems.

The land was quite irregular, except for the portion closer to the house, the large roots and rocks poked out of the ground more or less big help to increase the likelihood of falls, apart from that everything was fantastic. The beams of light shone well on our way, but without the denaturalization wild landscape, we stopped several times to admire the starry sky and search the trees looking for ripe olives to accompany drinks, but nada for the blacks were still berries too soon. After a while 'torches lit up something big, immobile and hidden by a tree trunk, it was probably just a huge boulder but ...

As we approached the thing taking shape before our eyes, the fact is that the light of the torches did not allow us to understand clearly what it was, we continued to advance us a step up from the huge pile of rotten wood and fabric. Was nothing if not forgotten an old trunk that once must have been covered with a cloth, over time, however, had not been kind to it: the wood was almost completely rotten, except for one wall which was still covered mahogany paint. The lock that held closed the box was also prey to the weather and was covered with rust, the metal with which he had done seemed to have weakened.

I do not know what took me but curiosity was stronger than reason and found a stone hurled at them near the lock, of course, gave no sign of abating, in exchange, the lid broke right at the lock and so we could peek inside.

dresses and vintage photographs, nothing more nothing less was what we found inside, according Stefy had to go back to the beginning of last century, were perhaps more recently, some were beautiful and for some strange miracle were kept in good condition, the same could be said of the photographs were yellowed but nothing more.

The trunk weighed too much because so I could carry it without emptying, and Pam went back to the chalet to take our suitcases and fill them with all that good things, so it was that we left with a radiant Stefy sgattare in vintage.

does not take long to take your bags and return to the site, much more challenging and enduring was the cataloging of what you enter in the luggage, we did not want to lose anything nor damage the whole, carrying the casket was delayed a day following, in that moment we were happy to bring in to save what was entered into a suitcase and to examine the pictures and clothes in a light most powerful in the hope to go back to the period.

spent hours with the music turned to see pictures of those people who are so similar yet so different from us, and light years away from our world, their expressions serene and relaxed, unaware of what would happen in a few years, the Great War.

We fell asleep like that, sitting on chairs with pictures or the clothes on her lap as if cradled in hope that they will follow us in our dreams and do not vanish in the night.