The batter who already knows the days of celebration are mixed, poured into a frame of fog and frost. Outside there is a sharp winter air, an Arctic winter and the snow from yesterday, some petals circling above our heads unconvinced. My thoughts go out coated with sweetness from when they wake up, also a clutch festive waiting for days to come, to fuel the flames of a fire greedy for life. 
We woke up late this morning, Luke and I move slowly under the covers, clutching on to one another, to capture every single molecule of heat, so that could go missing.
Today you go to Christmas markets, which Luke knows that I like them so much because of that festive note and no matter if the end does not buy anything. I just want to feel surrounded by an avalanche of shiny things, that there are not all in the eyes. Then imagine that your hands around a warm cup of hot chocolate, as that afternoon we went up in downtown Modena only to drink the most delicious hot chocolate in the world. And while we talk about these things, the trill the bell breaks, as an unexpected glimpse in the shadow of the room. I'm running to answer.
"Who is it?" Luke asks me from the bedroom.
"Tszz tszz! I do not know, wait!" shouted while I find myself tangled in the wire of the telephone.
"It 'a bundle! Who knows who he is!" elated when I say ran back in the room, while I quickly put on my checkered pajama pants, a duvet, plush boots from home and then off, go down to sign and pick up the mysterious package. Luke is still under a blanket, out of breath when I burst into the room with that box that has crossed the ocean and is a gift Brad, we had announced we would receive a package with gifts for us all New Yorkers.
With the light that overflows into the eyes begin to undo the paper and argue with the closure of the box and almost sealed with tape, that none of it to detach.
I am impatient, but at the same time I want to strip the whole package in slow, Luke wants to help me with a pair of scissors, so as to speed things up, but I insist, as stubborn as I know to be, and in the end, the package is opened. Thrust his hands into the curious case and the first thing I see is a white sweatshirt that reads I Love NY, For me, as well as the t-shirt also in white with that big red heart. Rejoice sizzle with excitement in his hands because I have the sweatshirt that I always wanted, what I told myself that I just bought Luke and I were able to organize a trip to New York, I have at hand a nugget special and I feel as happy as knows how to be a girl. Inside the package there are still other things, a great pole for Luke I am pleased that falls to the brush and lots of postcards with landscapes American dream and we decide to fly in to a big picture frame.
Some gifts can really know how to move me inside, just as they do the special people, that regardless by the fact that they can be far away, however there are often much more than those who apparently is close to us physically.
I feel suddenly like a butterfly fluttering in my stomach, so instinctively I wear the sweatshirt that I got Brad and I want to go out . We can go out to breakfast, we go for a walk through the countryside and then maybe the Christmas market in the center. "We can do anything," he says Luke as we establish close my eyes. The look of someone who has just sunk her fingers into the jar of jam, then leccarsele davanti a tutti.
Soak the raisins in warm water in a large saucepan, and while we fry in a drizzle of extra virgin olive oil olive oil, the onions that we are going to add celery and carrots cut into cubes, the piece of cinnamon, half the pepper.
Besides, we go in a pan fry in a thin layer of olive oil knob of the calf after it with salt and pepper. We do brown on all sides then transfer it to the pan with the fried vegetables.
add the drained raisins and 3 cups of white wine. Cover with lid and let braise the veal over medium heat for about 1 hour. Towards the end of cooking remove the lid and let reduce a little 'sauce. Serve the veal slices not too thin with all the cooking sauce.
We woke up late this morning, Luke and I move slowly under the covers, clutching on to one another, to capture every single molecule of heat, so that could go missing.
Today you go to Christmas markets, which Luke knows that I like them so much because of that festive note and no matter if the end does not buy anything. I just want to feel surrounded by an avalanche of shiny things, that there are not all in the eyes. Then imagine that your hands around a warm cup of hot chocolate, as that afternoon we went up in downtown Modena only to drink the most delicious hot chocolate in the world. And while we talk about these things, the trill the bell breaks, as an unexpected glimpse in the shadow of the room. I'm running to answer.
"Who is it?" Luke asks me from the bedroom.
"Tszz tszz! I do not know, wait!" shouted while I find myself tangled in the wire of the telephone.
"It 'a bundle! Who knows who he is!" elated when I say ran back in the room, while I quickly put on my checkered pajama pants, a duvet, plush boots from home and then off, go down to sign and pick up the mysterious package. Luke is still under a blanket, out of breath when I burst into the room with that box that has crossed the ocean and is a gift Brad, we had announced we would receive a package with gifts for us all New Yorkers.
With the light that overflows into the eyes begin to undo the paper and argue with the closure of the box and almost sealed with tape, that none of it to detach.
I am impatient, but at the same time I want to strip the whole package in slow, Luke wants to help me with a pair of scissors, so as to speed things up, but I insist, as stubborn as I know to be, and in the end, the package is opened. Thrust his hands into the curious case and the first thing I see is a white sweatshirt that reads I Love NY, For me, as well as the t-shirt also in white with that big red heart. Rejoice sizzle with excitement in his hands because I have the sweatshirt that I always wanted, what I told myself that I just bought Luke and I were able to organize a trip to New York, I have at hand a nugget special and I feel as happy as knows how to be a girl. Inside the package there are still other things, a great pole for Luke I am pleased that falls to the brush and lots of postcards with landscapes American dream and we decide to fly in to a big picture frame. Some gifts can really know how to move me inside, just as they do the special people, that regardless by the fact that they can be far away, however there are often much more than those who apparently is close to us physically.
I feel suddenly like a butterfly fluttering in my stomach, so instinctively I wear the sweatshirt that I got Brad and I want to go out . We can go out to breakfast, we go for a walk through the countryside and then maybe the Christmas market in the center. "We can do anything," he says Luke as we establish close my eyes. The look of someone who has just sunk her fingers into the jar of jam, then leccarsele davanti a tutti.
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BRASATO DI VITELLO CON CIPOLLINE E UVETTA
Ingredienti:
900 gr circa di noce di vitello
400 gr di cipolline
40 gr di uvetta sultanina da ammollare
2 coste di sedano
1 carota
mezzo peperoncino essiccato
1 piccola stecca di cannella
3 bicchieri di vino bianco secco (niente vino red, white)
extra virgin olive oil salt and pepper
Ingredienti:
900 gr circa di noce di vitello
400 gr di cipolline
40 gr di uvetta sultanina da ammollare
2 coste di sedano
1 carota
mezzo peperoncino essiccato
1 piccola stecca di cannella
3 bicchieri di vino bianco secco (niente vino red, white)
extra virgin olive oil salt and pepper
Soak the raisins in warm water in a large saucepan, and while we fry in a drizzle of extra virgin olive oil olive oil, the onions that we are going to add celery and carrots cut into cubes, the piece of cinnamon, half the pepper.
Besides, we go in a pan fry in a thin layer of olive oil knob of the calf after it with salt and pepper. We do brown on all sides then transfer it to the pan with the fried vegetables.
add the drained raisins and 3 cups of white wine. Cover with lid and let braise the veal over medium heat for about 1 hour. Towards the end of cooking remove the lid and let reduce a little 'sauce. Serve the veal slices not too thin with all the cooking sauce.
WHITE WINE BRAISED WITH PEARL ONIONS AND RAISIN
Ingredients:
about 900 g veal meat
400 g pearl onions
40 g raisins
2 sticks celery, Finely diced
1 carrot, finely diced
1 little stick cinnamon
3 glass dry white wine
extravirgin olive oil
salt and pepper
Let stand the raisins in water for about 15 minutes.
In a heavy-based saucepan, large enough to hold the veal, heat 3 tbs of extravirgin olive oil. Add the onions and the vegetables, stirring them around until they color a bit. Add the cinnamon.
In the meantime heat the oil (1 tbs) in a pan and brown in the veal on all sides. Season with salt and pepper. Add it to the vegetables, then pour in the wine and the raisins. Turn the heat down and cover with a lid. Cook for about 1 hour, stirring and turning the veal Occasionally.
Slice the meat, put it on a serving plate and pour over the wine sauce very hot.
In a heavy-based saucepan, large enough to hold the veal, heat 3 tbs of extravirgin olive oil. Add the onions and the vegetables, stirring them around until they color a bit. Add the cinnamon.
In the meantime heat the oil (1 tbs) in a pan and brown in the veal on all sides. Season with salt and pepper. Add it to the vegetables, then pour in the wine and the raisins. Turn the heat down and cover with a lid. Cook for about 1 hour, stirring and turning the veal Occasionally.
Slice the meat, put it on a serving plate and pour over the wine sauce very hot.
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