<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926</id><updated>2012-02-21T03:16:46.778Z</updated><category term='acquisti'/><category term='vie belge'/><category term='passeggiare'/><category term='eventi'/><category term='considerazioni'/><category term='expo &apos;58'/><category term='art nuveau'/><category term='esterni'/><category term='cucina/cuisine/cooking'/><category term='coup de cour'/><category term='St-Gilles'/><category term='parchi'/><category term='Bxl'/><category term='atomium'/><category term='natura'/><category term='art(e)'/><category term='café'/><category term='Nightlife'/><category term='resto'/><title type='text'>Risi&amp;Bisi</title><subtitle type='html'>more than just belgica</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-8074321537963572598</id><published>2008-10-06T12:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-10-11T14:30:49.756Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cucina/cuisine/cooking'/><title type='text'>Italian cooking course #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SPCdQKo1h2I/AAAAAAAAAQI/QcxtgiQ4SiY/s1600-h/IMG_1915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SPCbcMxTx7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/ViuRFn0u2SE/s400/IMG_0112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255871673908053938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SPCb99wlrHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/oucQIvtczLw/s1600-h/IMG_0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SPCb99wlrHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/oucQIvtczLw/s400/IMG_0118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255872253994052722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-2528828241959197685?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/2528828241959197685/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=2528828241959197685' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/2528828241959197685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/2528828241959197685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2008/09/italian-cooking-course.html' title='Italian cooking course #1/2'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SPCbcMxTx7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/ViuRFn0u2SE/s72-c/IMG_0112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-3453612881028194206</id><published>2008-09-22T10:08:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-10-11T14:31:21.559Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cucina/cuisine/cooking'/><title type='text'>Italian cooking course #1/1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SOdKtbBnYqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/I0_dc0AO9Wk/s1600-h/IMG_0109bis.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLKD-D0PTII/AAAAAAAAAOU/0l7gotATe4o/s400/IMG_1233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;foto: (c) ipb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-7524769636283164713?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/7524769636283164713/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=7524769636283164713' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/7524769636283164713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/7524769636283164713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2008/09/settesettembreduemilaeotto-e-sono.html' title='Settesettembreduemilaeotto: e sono arrivati i 31'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLKD-D0PTII/AAAAAAAAAOU/0l7gotATe4o/s72-c/IMG_1233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-5166875433838647390</id><published>2008-08-24T14:54:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T15:12:22.097+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art(e)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art nuveau'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St-Gilles'/><title type='text'>Hotel Hannon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Uno degli edifici fortunosamente sopravissuti alla barbara “brussellizzazione” è il magnifico Hotel Hannon, oggi sede di &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.contretype.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Contretype &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;un centro di arte fotografica contemporanea conosciuto anche oltre i confini del plat pays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situato nell’angolo tra Av. de la Jonction et Av. Brugmann, questo bellissimo esempio d’art nouveau, progettato dall’architetto Brunfaut, non può passare inosservato neppure al più distratto dei passanti. Con soli due euro e cinquanta, si può varcare la soglia del portone in legno per visitare sia l’interno del palazzo che l’eventuale esposizione di fotografia in corso. L’entrata è magnificente – Monsieur Hannon non ha certamente badato a spese – con un imponente affresco bucolico di Emile Baudouin che ricopre tutta la parete della scala e il soffitto “a cupola” anch’esso rigorosamente decorato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238085429341025442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFq8gcFdKI/AAAAAAAAANs/p0KB0FVor60/s400/hotel+hannon1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Le vetrate del giardino d’inverno, dove ora si trova un piccolo café, sono mozzafiato così come quelle del fumoir al primo piano. Sia le une che le altre sono state realizzate da Evaldre, un discepolo di Tiffany. Dall’alto merita uno scatto il mosaico che decora il pavimento dell’entrata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238085746617416466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFrO-Yq-xI/AAAAAAAAAN0/WqAsV3OjHBY/s400/hotel+hannon5.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238086114775018242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFrkZ4SKwI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WxxrTVyHzXI/s400/hotel+hannon4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Per concludere la visita e ritornare dai primi del novecento ai nostri giorni ci si può trattenere nella saletta adiacente il café per sfogliare a proprio agio i cataloghi delle varie mostre allestite nel tempo in questo tempio dell’Art Nouveau ed eventualmente acquistarli. Non è per caso che questo edificio è diventato la sede di Contretype: Monsieur Hannon, oltre ad essere ingegnere alla Solvay, era un amante della fotografia. Alla sua morte, in questa casa, ha lasciato un vastissimo archivio fotografico, successivamente recuperato dal comune di Saint-Gilles, attuale proprietario dell’hotel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;foto: (c) ipb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-5166875433838647390?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/5166875433838647390/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=5166875433838647390' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/5166875433838647390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/5166875433838647390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2008/08/hotel-hannon.html' title='Hotel Hannon'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFq8gcFdKI/AAAAAAAAANs/p0KB0FVor60/s72-c/hotel+hannon1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-703172989307498911</id><published>2008-06-26T23:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T14:28:34.374+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art nuveau'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='café'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bxl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St-Gilles'/><title type='text'>"Les deux Paons": Café Art Nouveau</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFgtip3t8I/AAAAAAAAANc/OukBuFGNmOQ/s1600-h/IMG_4515_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238074177121400770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="409" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFgtip3t8I/AAAAAAAAANc/OukBuFGNmOQ/s400/IMG_4515_0.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Durante una pigra passeggiata a Saint-Gilles, mi sono imbattuta in un minuscolo gioiello che non è ancora comparso in nessuna guida turistica della città: ecco che per la prima volta da quando vivo a Bruxelles ho provato il senso del possesso nei confronti di un luogo. L’occasione dei “Parcous d’artistes” mi ha aiutato a superare il blocco e ha condividere il mio segreto con amici cari. Ma sino ad oggi mi sono ben guardata dal divulgare la notizia ad un vasto pubblico.&lt;br /&gt;Ora credo sia giunto il tempo che tutti possano godere di qualche piacevole ora trascorsa a “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lesdeuxpaons.be/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Les deux Paons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;”, minuscolo café di 25 m2, tempio dedicato all’art nouveau dove tutto – dal liquore alla violetta, alle fotografie, dall’autentico sevizio in porcellana ai sacchetti di te in lino di “Mariage Frères” – riporta alla Belle Epoque. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFg2Zgt1xI/AAAAAAAAANk/sXN1B6rWJdQ/s1600-h/IMG_4514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238074329285908242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="385" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFg2Zgt1xI/AAAAAAAAANk/sXN1B6rWJdQ/s400/IMG_4514.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E’ un luogo “diverso” perché concepito e realizzato con amore e dedizione dalla proprietaria, Olivia Delwart, che qualche anno fa si è innamorata della vetrina dell’edificio art nouveau, al 77 di rue d’Albanie e ha deciso di darle nuova vita, renderle il prestigio che meritava e che certamente aveva conosciuto di qui a cento anni fa. Olivia, ha studiato tutto nei minimi particolari: per due anni ha progettato come decorare l’interno – all’esterno ci aveva già pensato François Hemelsoet intorno nei primi del ‘900 – ha raccolto servizi, lampade, fotografie e cartoline, cornici e tovaglie nelle brocantes di Bruxelles e dintorni, e ha aperto il suo scrigno non più di due anni fa.&lt;br /&gt;D’inverno, in una giornata piovosa è un vero piacere, l’ambiente è caldo e intimo: si può leggere nella calma circondati da non più di due o tre altri lettori. D’estate si può godere del sole seduti in uno dei tre tavolini ordinatamente disposti sul marciapiede. Vero motivo di orgoglio della proprietaria è la toilette che proprio lei consiglia di fotografare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foto:(c) ipb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-703172989307498911?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/703172989307498911/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=703172989307498911' title='9 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/703172989307498911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/703172989307498911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2008/06/les-deux-paons-caf-art-nouveau.html' title='&quot;Les deux Paons&quot;: Café Art Nouveau'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFgtip3t8I/AAAAAAAAANc/OukBuFGNmOQ/s72-c/IMG_4515_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-3109273901243889717</id><published>2008-06-23T08:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T14:19:21.186+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art(e)'/><title type='text'>Artisti belgi: Artisti Belgi: Franz Masareel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFfB-EgZYI/AAAAAAAAANM/CCqDSzAy8Qc/s1600-h/masareel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238072329055004034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFfB-EgZYI/AAAAAAAAANM/CCqDSzAy8Qc/s400/masareel2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Grazie a mia madre, qualche anno fa, in Italia, ho conosciuto questo artista belga. La sua opera, estremamente attuale, specialmente di questi tempi (!), e il suo tratto così moderno mi hanno spinto a fare qualche ricerca. Speravo di trovare qualcosa di più e, perché no, anche una mostra in programma per il 2008 a Bruxelles o altrove. Per ora nulla, ma chissà che qualcuno non ci pensi... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Franz Masereel (Blankenberge (Belgio) 31 luglio 1889 – Avignone 3 gennaio 1972) è considerato uno dei maggiori incisori su legno e xilografi del XX secolo. Mon Livre d'Heures, un romanzo interamente grafico (senza parole) è considerato il suo capolavoro. Il suo lavoro ha influenzato la produzione artistica di Clifford Haper e di Eric Drooker.&lt;br /&gt;Franz Masereel apparteneva ad una famiglia benestante che gli permise di frequentare l’accademia d’arte a Gant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFfQULcOqI/AAAAAAAAANU/EqiNj3vth5o/s1600-h/masareel_antimilitare.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238072575507839650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" height="304" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFfQULcOqI/AAAAAAAAANU/EqiNj3vth5o/s400/masareel_antimilitare.gif" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Durante la sua formazione artistica si avvicinò all’anarchismo e al pacifismo e allo scoppio della prima guerra mondiale scappò a Ginevra. Qui conobbe scrittori e artisti di sinistra come Romani Rolland Stefan Zweig, che divennero suoi amici per la vita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-3109273901243889717?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/3109273901243889717/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=3109273901243889717' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/3109273901243889717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/3109273901243889717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2008/06/artisti-belgi-artisti-belgi-franz.html' title='Artisti belgi: Artisti Belgi: Franz Masareel'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFfB-EgZYI/AAAAAAAAANM/CCqDSzAy8Qc/s72-c/masareel2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-1963971303673291434</id><published>2008-06-14T19:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T14:08:40.558+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bxl'/><title type='text'>Pizza San Gennaro and Jupiler: at Arnone's &amp; Sons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFc4dBBLpI/AAAAAAAAANE/YdkgTTt-Xjw/s1600-h/292001_0_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238069966539927186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFc4dBBLpI/AAAAAAAAANE/YdkgTTt-Xjw/s400/292001_0_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The best pizza in town is made by Mr. Arnone who recently decided to open a pizzeria just in front of his Italian grocery in Chausée de Waterloo, 70 in Saint-Gilles. Having tried before several pizzas in Brussels, I can definitely suggest to try the San Gennaro at the “Fratelli Arnone”. From the menu you can choose from a wide variety of pizzas that you can’t even find in Italy and experience also the proverbial Italian hospitality which is more and more difficult to find in Italy nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Be aware that Arnone &amp;amp; Sons is not exactly that kind of posh and trendy places a tourist would imagine to get into in the capital of Europe. It looks more like a real pizzeria you could find in the outskirt of whatever city in the South of Italy: red and white checked tablecloths, a sailing ship entirely made with toothpick on a shelf, a cowbell hanging from it, Coca-cola advertising posters from the eighties all over the place, a luminous image of San Gennaro near by the cash desk and Mr Arnone making pizza while chatting with clients in a funny French-italian language coloured by a strong Sicilian accent. The pizza is the biggest one I have eaten ever since I live Brussels. All ingredients are fresh and tasty and the pizza dough is crisp and light.It’s the right place to go with a bunch of friend to have a good dinner feeling like being at home.&lt;br /&gt;(Delivery service offered for free within the Saint-Gilles area)&lt;br /&gt;F.lli Arnone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chussée de Waterloo, 270, Saint-Gilles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(Bruxelles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tel. 02 537 92 70&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-1963971303673291434?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/1963971303673291434/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=1963971303673291434' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/1963971303673291434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/1963971303673291434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2008/06/pizza-san-gennaro-and-jupiler-at.html' title='Pizza San Gennaro and Jupiler: at Arnone&apos;s &amp; Sons'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFc4dBBLpI/AAAAAAAAANE/YdkgTTt-Xjw/s72-c/292001_0_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-178502582182421252</id><published>2008-06-10T14:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T14:04:36.763+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coup de cour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acquisti'/><title type='text'>Il était une fois une hangar à bateaux… les tissus du Chien Vert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFcUaGyWvI/AAAAAAAAAM8/CF5qQtb63TM/s1600-h/Immagine_022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238069347283524338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFcUaGyWvI/AAAAAAAAAM8/CF5qQtb63TM/s400/Immagine_022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-178502582182421252?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/178502582182421252/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=178502582182421252' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/178502582182421252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/178502582182421252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2008/06/il-tait-une-fois-une-hangar-bateaux-les.html' title='Il était une fois une hangar à bateaux… les tissus du Chien Vert'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFcUaGyWvI/AAAAAAAAAM8/CF5qQtb63TM/s72-c/Immagine_022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-2389934453312682229</id><published>2008-05-23T09:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-08-24T14:29:31.868+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nightlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resto'/><title type='text'>Le bizarre Bazaar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFbC3pfjOI/AAAAAAAAAM0/41yc_zWQJo4/s1600-h/up_107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238067946464447714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFbC3pfjOI/AAAAAAAAAM0/41yc_zWQJo4/s400/up_107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nel caratteristico quartiere delle Marolles, in una delle viuzze laterali di rue Haute, di fronte al mulares di Quick e Flupke, un edificio a scacchi bianchi e neri attira l'attenzione per lo stile eccentrico ed estraneo al quartiere degli antiquari e dei bohemiens della zona. E' lì che si trova il celeberrimo Le Bazaar ristorante, bar, nightclub, conosciuto principalmente per la mongolfiera del Barone di Muchausen che vola sopra al bar. In realtà, appena entrati si potrebbe rischiae di inciampare nella lampada di Aladino o di incontrare Alì Baba e i quaranta ladroni, specialmente quando si ha la fortuna di assistere ad alla performance di &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ghalia.be/main_fr.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ghalia Benali &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, vera e propria Shahrazàd dei nostri giorni. La luce è soffusa, le candele e i rami illuminati di un albero rendono l’ambiente intimo ed accogliente, e un enorme orologio ci ricorda che alle 11.00 si aprono le danze al secondo piano, ricavato dalla cantine di un antico monastero dei frati cappuccini. La padrona di casa, Nadia Bekkali, ha il sorriso accogliente e la risata sonora di chi ama la vita. E’ assai gradevole scambiare due parole con lei: non appena ha modo di sedersi, si intrattiene a conversare con amabilità anche con i nuovi avventori e raccontare la storia della mongolfiera caduta dal cielo proprio su quel bar in rue de Capucins 63... e ci si ritrova a bocca aperta ad ascoltarla con incredula attenzione.&lt;br /&gt;Gli eventi e le serate speciali sono numerosi e sempre all’insegna della commistione di culture, l’ospitalità calda come il sole del Maghreb! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foto: (c) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bazaaresto.be/"&gt;Bazaar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-2389934453312682229?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/2389934453312682229/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=2389934453312682229' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/2389934453312682229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/2389934453312682229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2008/05/le-bizarre-bazaar.html' title='Le bizarre Bazaar'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFbC3pfjOI/AAAAAAAAAM0/41yc_zWQJo4/s72-c/up_107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-2699984451077297252</id><published>2008-05-20T13:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-08-24T13:56:59.794+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art(e)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eventi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St-Gilles'/><title type='text'>"Parcours d'artistes 2008" o di come si promuove l'arte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFac9Hr1TI/AAAAAAAAAMs/iydxjZsLNg4/s1600-h/tof_isi_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238067295098230066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFac9Hr1TI/AAAAAAAAAMs/iydxjZsLNg4/s400/tof_isi_005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apparentemente, il 2008 è l’anno degli anniversari a Bruxelles. l’Atomium compie cinquant’anni, René Magritte ne compirebbe ben 110 (in autunno si festeggierà con l’apertura di uno spazio interamente dedicato all’artista all’interno del Musée des Beaux Arts), e i Parcurs d’artistes, a Saint-Gilles, festeggiano il primo ventennio di vita. Si tratta di una mini-biennale d’arte che si svolge unicamente nel quartiere di Saint-Gilles: tutte le gallerie d’arte private e pubbliche, gli atelier d’artisti, alcune case private, i numerosi centri culturali, l’accademia di belle arti, la biblioteca di quartiere, la Maison du Peuple, alcuni café e ristoranti, aprono i battenti e ospitano chi è interessato a scoprire, non solo il quartiere, ma anche la produzione artistica di chi lo abita e anima. Ci si munisce di kit presso l’Hotel de Ville in Place Van Meenen, e si inizia il percorso, cartina e catalogo alla mano, seguendo il sentiero segnato da macchie colorate sulle finestre, le porte, e le soglie degli atelier che partecipano alla manifestazione. Sabato è prevista la serata di chiusura con festa al Parvis. Dicono che non si possa mancare. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.parcoursdartistes.be/" href="http://www.parcoursdartistes.be/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.parcoursdartistes.be/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-2699984451077297252?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/2699984451077297252/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=2699984451077297252' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/2699984451077297252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/2699984451077297252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2008/05/parcours-dartistes-2008-o-di-come-si.html' title='&quot;Parcours d&apos;artistes 2008&quot; o di come si promuove l&apos;arte'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFac9Hr1TI/AAAAAAAAAMs/iydxjZsLNg4/s72-c/tof_isi_005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-7671483818963827595</id><published>2008-05-10T11:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-08-24T12:42:33.052+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parchi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bxl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passeggiare'/><title type='text'>Nel giardino del Re: le serre di Laken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFGnguktqI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Z21-Tmr6Kew/s1600-h/Immagine_120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238045486222718626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFGnguktqI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Z21-Tmr6Kew/s400/Immagine_120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seppur ben curato e di tutto rispetto, il minuscolo giardino botanico di Ginevra non ha nulla a che vedere con le magnificenti serre di re Leopoldo II. Che sia regale il progetto architettonico concepito niente-popò-dimeno che dal maestro di Horta, l’architetto Alphonse Balat, non vi è alcun dubbio: basta un colpo d’occhio per apprezzare la grandiosità dell’opera interamente realizzata in vetro e ferro; che siano regali e rare le numerose specie di piante esotiche collezionate per volontà del sovrano non vi è alcun dubbio: basta soffermarsi un attimo nel giardino d’inverno alzare lo sguardo verso gli esemplari di palme che risalgono alla collezione originaria dei tempi del sovrano; ma la regalità sta anche nell’eccezionalità dell’evento: le visite alle serre di Laeken sono permesse solamente una volta all’anno, all’inizio della primavera, tra la fine di aprile e l’inizio di maggio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFIoBcUcII/AAAAAAAAAMg/J6EU6EQGzxU/s1600-h/Immagine_134.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238047694027780226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFIoBcUcII/AAAAAAAAAMg/J6EU6EQGzxU/s400/Immagine_134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E’ un evento molto atteso dai belgi e dai non-belgi che abitano Bruxelles e, considerato il numero di visitatori di quest'anno (ben 100 000), credo che i giardini del Re siano conosciuti anche al di fuori dei confini patri. La visita al tramonto è molto suggestiva, anche se la collezione di camelie e i corridoi tappezzati di tutte le più svariate specie di fucsia potrebbero essere ancor più sorprendenti alla luce del primo sole. Sia la sera che la mattina, si consiglia di arrivare di fronte ai cancelli del palazzo reale almeno una ventina di minuti prima dell’apertura. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;foto: (c) ipb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-7671483818963827595?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/7671483818963827595/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=7671483818963827595' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/7671483818963827595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/7671483818963827595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2008/05/nel-giardino-del-re-le-serre-di-laken.html' title='Nel giardino del Re: le serre di Laken'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFGnguktqI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Z21-Tmr6Kew/s72-c/Immagine_120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-7415296607145261944</id><published>2008-05-01T15:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-08-24T12:28:50.617+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vie belge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coup de cour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='café'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St-Gilles'/><title type='text'>Stam...quoi? Ah, le stamcafé!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238042466930923906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFD3w_UGYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/a6ig2lnlKbg/s400/tof_isi_006_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En Italie on entre dans le bar, on commande un espresso, on reste début en face du comptoir, on regard si il ya quelqu’un qu’on connaît et avec qui échanger un «buongiorno, come va», on feuillette le journal, on boit tout d’un coup notre espresso, on paye et on part. Le rite est consommé en vitesse, même ce ça donne quand même un plaisir dont on preuve nostalgie quand on part ailleurs. Ici dans le Nord, la liturgie de la tasse de café s’exerce avec beaucoup plus de douceur, en restant assis avec un livre où un cahier sur lequel dessiner, écrire, composer, en attendent que le café soit servi. La sacralité du rite est bien évidement lié à l’endroit où on consomme le plaisir de la caféine, de la convivialité ou de la lecture. Si vous demandez, dans votre entourage d’amis bruxellois, chacun d’eux à son stamcafé à lui ou à elle - cet à dire, son café préféré. Pour ce qui me concerne, j’ai trouvé mon abri dans le coin entre rue de Roumanie et Place Morichar, chez &lt;strong&gt;Terra Incognita&lt;/strong&gt;. (rue de Romanie 56, 1060, Saint-Gilles) qui parait être le cour pulsante de Saint-Gilles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFELQklHAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/i1q5Uf4p-hQ/s1600-h/tof_isi_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238042801826241538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFELQklHAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/i1q5Uf4p-hQ/s400/tof_isi_008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Endroit ni trop grand ni trop petit, restauré avec bon gout et sans trop de prétentions, où on y peut encore rencontrer les vrais bruxellois et les vrais st-gilloises qui vers 7.00 se retrouvent pour boire un verre et faire un brin de causette. Le dimanche soir, en hiver, l’ambiance est vraiment chaleureux. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Terra Incognita fait partie de Parcours d’Artistes 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; foto ©: ipb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-7415296607145261944?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/7415296607145261944/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=7415296607145261944' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/7415296607145261944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/7415296607145261944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2008/05/stamquoi-ah-le-stamcaf.html' title='Stam...quoi? Ah, le stamcafé!'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFD3w_UGYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/a6ig2lnlKbg/s72-c/tof_isi_006_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-7776760262959881698</id><published>2008-04-29T21:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-08-24T12:16:47.761+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coup de cour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esterni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St-Gilles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passeggiare'/><title type='text'>Coup de coeur # 1: l'incrocio a stella di Carlo il re</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFC3xn_vaI/AAAAAAAAAMA/B9n8_IJDFOo/s1600-h/bxl_isi_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238041367589928354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFC3xn_vaI/AAAAAAAAAMA/B9n8_IJDFOo/s400/bxl_isi_008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Di incroci a stella a Bruxelles ce ne sono numerosi, ma quello in cui convergono Chausée de Charleroi, rue Moris, rue de la Victoire, rue Dafacqaz, e rue de l’Aqueduc sprigiona un fascino senza pari. Sarà per il volto sorridente del sempreverde omino Cocacola che ammicca dall’alto di una casa fatiscente, sarà la rete dei cavi dell’81 del 97 e del 94, saranno i lampioni dal chiaro richiamo art nouveaux, o l’incessante passaggio di studenti indaffarati e urlanti, bambini appena usciti da scuola con i genitori per mano, o l’insieme di tutti questi elementi raggruppati in solo incrocio di strade, di rotaie, di fili, di energie, di persone di ogni genere e tipo, razza e colore, che qualche volta – incrociando lo sguardo – non temono di offrire un sorriso, sarà o non sarà, sta di fatto che aspettando a qualsiasi dei dodici semafori (!) dell’incrocio, non ci si stanca mai di osservare la vita brussellese nel suo scorrere quotidiano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;foto: (c) ipb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-7776760262959881698?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/7776760262959881698/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=7776760262959881698' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/7776760262959881698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/7776760262959881698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2008/04/coup-de-coeur-1-lincrocio-stella-di.html' title='Coup de coeur # 1: l&apos;incrocio a stella di Carlo il re'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFC3xn_vaI/AAAAAAAAAMA/B9n8_IJDFOo/s72-c/bxl_isi_008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-6607647962982373665</id><published>2008-04-25T23:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-08-24T12:12:47.790+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art(e)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parchi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passeggiare'/><title type='text'>La favola di Folon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFByyjxRPI/AAAAAAAAALw/-a2iZfdVOxg/s1600-h/mongolfiera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238040182429664498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="414" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFByyjxRPI/AAAAAAAAALw/-a2iZfdVOxg/s400/mongolfiera.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238040413702440114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFCAQHfxLI/AAAAAAAAAL4/6AP5PXFzF1Q/s400/Immagine_084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-6607647962982373665?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/6607647962982373665/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=6607647962982373665' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/6607647962982373665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/6607647962982373665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2008/04/la-favola-di-folon.html' title='La favola di Folon'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFByyjxRPI/AAAAAAAAALw/-a2iZfdVOxg/s72-c/mongolfiera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-656249951320778894</id><published>2008-04-18T12:03:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-08-24T12:09:07.743+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atomium'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expo &apos;58'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eventi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bxl'/><title type='text'>E l'atomo si illunimò</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFAkNp5zYI/AAAAAAAAALg/kkQ4YwDz0OQ/s1600-h/IMG_1319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238038832493481346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFAkNp5zYI/AAAAAAAAALg/kkQ4YwDz0OQ/s400/IMG_1319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Una strana coincidenza della storia ha voluto che la città di Milano si sia aggiudicata l’Expo del 2015 proprio quando Bruxelles apre I festeggiamenti per i cinquant’anni dell’Atomium, costruito nel 1958 per la prima esposizione universale del dopoguerra. Da molti snobbato come un’emulazione mal riuscita della Tour Eiffel, l’Atomium in mezzo secolo è divenuto, insieme alla Grande Place, alla birra, alle patatine fritte e al gobelin, il simbolo della capitale d’Europa.&lt;br /&gt;Il 17 aprile del 1958 il re Baldovino inaugurava la manifestazione, il 17 aprile del 2008 Bruxelles ha celebrato questo anniversario con l’inaugurazione del Pavillon du Bonheur, un padiglione temporaneo, costruito unicamente con le inconfondibili cassette gialle di birra Jupiler, nel quale sono esposte le creazioni presentante allora: dalle lampade da scrittoio, alle cuffie da piscina per signora, passando per le fruste per montare le uova. E non solo. Di particolare impatto emotivo è la stanza dedicata alla proiezione delle immagini delle altre esposizioni universali: dalla prima, nel 1851, a Londra, a quella di Shanghai nel 2010 per scoprire le idee “avveniristiche” che in numerosi casi fanno ancora parte del quotidiano di ciascuno di noi. E non solo lo sbatti uova o il macinacaffè, ma anche la fontana che Calder presentò a Buxelles nel 1958 e che oggi compare in tutte le fotografie panoramiche prese dal Mont des Arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238039388080018162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFBEjYDkvI/AAAAAAAAALo/H2PdfdHxaJs/s400/IMG_1301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lungo tutto il percorso del cosiddetto Studio 58 (il tratto dell’ esplanade che congiunge il padiglione temporaneo all’Atomium) si possono ammirare delle bellissime installazioni en plein air create attraverso la riproduzione ingrandita delle fotografie d’epoca dei padiglioni nazionali, accanto a fotografie di artisti belgi contemporanei che ritraggono i cambiamenti urbanistici subiti dalla città a causa dell’Expo. E’ un tuffo nel passato con un occhio al presente. D’ora in poi non si potrà più attraversare la zona della Gare du Midi senza domandasi come appariva il quartiere prima del 1958.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;La mostra e l’illuminazione notturna dell’Atomium sono in programma sino al 19 ottobre prossimo così come i numerosi eventi che si susseguiranno per ricordare un momento di gloria del Belgio e far scoprire ai più giovani i favolosi anni cinquanta. Per conoscere il programma basta cliccare su &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atomium.be/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.atomium.be/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, poi si tratta di scegliere tra l’Atomique party il 19 luglio con DJ di riconosciuta fama internazionale, una eccezionale brocante di oggetti anni ’50 all’ombra dell’Atomium, il 23 e 24 agosto, una performance avanguardistica di Musical Painting, The Musical Wheel, il 15 maggio, nata da una stretta collaborazione creativa tra un membro degli Sterolab, Seann O’Hagan e Jean-Pierre Muller, plasticista belga riconosciuto a livello internazionale.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;foto: (c)ipb e dc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-656249951320778894?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/656249951320778894/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=656249951320778894' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/656249951320778894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/656249951320778894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2008/04/e-latomo-si-illunim.html' title='E l&apos;atomo si illunimò'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/SLFAkNp5zYI/AAAAAAAAALg/kkQ4YwDz0OQ/s72-c/IMG_1319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-9178939533591962123</id><published>2007-10-23T09:44:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:13:04.891Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cucina/cuisine/cooking'/><title type='text'>Grasse matinée: brunch avec tartines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Io, Izzi, non ci sto dietro: non ho tempo per il blog, ma per fortuna c'è Lui che, per questo giro, mi sostituisce e oltre alle foto ha preparato le ricette che Lui stesso ha inventato. E' vero, sono davvero una donna molto fortunata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;"Le cime di rapanello mi perseguitano. Vai al mercato la domenica mattina, vedi dei bellissimi rapanelli, con verdi foglie rigogliose, che solo a guardarle viene l'acquolina. Ma che farci? Nei libri di cucina nessuna menzione, su internet solo qualche decotto o da usare per insaporire un'insalata. Ci sono anche antiche raccomandazioni tramandate verbalmente sull'effetto digestivo in caso di abbuffata dei bulbi del Raphanus sativus. Non resta che sperimentare direttamente la cottura delle cime di rapanello. Ecco l'esito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139654713573460690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1O4ux61StI/AAAAAAAAAKM/EMI0jdj2xMM/s400/imm1+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1. Tartina al plattekeis arrangiato, ma vestito da cime di rapanello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Il mercato di domenica mattina ha fruttato, tra l'altro, due bei mazzi di rapanelli, con foglie abbondanti e fresche. Al tatto sono un po' rugose, ma hanno l'aria appetitosa e il sapore è vagamente piccante. Oggi niente insalata e, allora, proviamo a cuocerle. Metto un pentolino d'acqua a bollire, preparo una padella con un po' d'olio, aglio e peperoncino, tiro fuori il Philadelphia avanzato dal frigo, lavo i rapanelli di uno dei due mazzi e mondo tutte le cime a disposizione. Su un vecchio asse di legno, taglio a fette sottilissime i rapanelli. Sullo stesso asse, affetto del pane casereccio, comprato tre giorni prima. In una ciotola, lavoro il Philadelphia ammorbidito con un abbondante filo d'olio, le fettine di rapanelli, un po' di sale e una bella macinata di pepe. Le cime di rapanello, invece, finiscono per una trentina di secondi nel pentolino dell'acqua che bolle, prima di essere gettati in mezzo alla padella con olio, aglio in camicia e peperoncino spezzato. Mentre il pane è a tostare, aggiusto l'olio e il sale della crema di Philadelphia e rapanelli: peccato non avere formaggio fresco, una cipolla di primavera e qualche filo di erba cipollina per una vera tartitna bruxellese al plattekeis. Comunque, dopo quattro minuti tolgo dalla fiamma la padella, spalmo la finta plattekeis sul pane tostato e appena oliato, e vi poggio le cime di rapanello insaporite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il risultato non è niente male. I sapori sono equilibrati, con le cime di rapanello che compensano il bulbo. Un po' piccante, un po' no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredienti:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Due bei mazzi di rapanelli con cime abbondanti e fresche&lt;br /&gt;500 grammi di formaggio bianco plattekeis (o quel che c'è di Philadelphia in frigo)&lt;br /&gt;Olio extravergine d'oliva quanto vi pare&lt;br /&gt;Un po' di sale con moderazione&lt;br /&gt;Una macinata di pepe&lt;br /&gt;Un spicchio d'aglio vestito o svestito&lt;br /&gt;Un peperoncino&lt;br /&gt;Qualche fetta di pane casereccio invecchiato almeno un paio di giorni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per l'autentica tartina bruxellese al plattekeis:&lt;br /&gt;Lavorare il formaggio bianco con i rapanelli affettati, qualche filo di erba cipollina e una cipolla di primavera tritata. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Tartina per un brunch contro le uova strapazzate al salmone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Uova strapazzate al salmone? Bleah! Soprattutto una volta che si sono assaporati i gamberetti grigi, le crevettes grises che in Belgio abbondano nelle crocchette, dentro ai pomodori imbottiti di maionese o semplicemente su una fetta di pane imburrata. Allora, prendo quattro uova freschissime e le sbatto con dolcezza in una ciotola, prima di salarle e peparle. In una padella scaldo un filo d'olio, mentre quattro fette di pane casereccio finiscono nel tostapane. Strapazzo le uova ma delicatamente, ammorbidendole con un filo di latte abbondante, fino a una cottura bavosa. Quando tutto è pronto, spalmo del burro semi-salato sul pane caldissimo, così che si sciolga e ne penetri i meandri. Sopra ci metto uno strato di uova bavose e abbondanti crevettes grises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Il risultato è ben altro che uova strapazzate al salmone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139656594769136354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1O6cR61SuI/AAAAAAAAAKU/-lAQJJ8wOFQ/s400/tartine+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredienti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Quattro uova freschissime.&lt;br /&gt;Un goccio abbondante di latte&lt;br /&gt;Un pizzico di sale&lt;br /&gt;Una macinata di pepe&lt;br /&gt;100 grammi di crevettes grises&lt;br /&gt;Olio extravergine d'oliva quanto basta&lt;br /&gt;Burro semi-salato&lt;br /&gt;Qualche fetta di pane casereccio invecchiato almeno un paio di giorni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-9178939533591962123?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/9178939533591962123/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=9178939533591962123' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/9178939533591962123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/9178939533591962123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2007/10/grasse-matine-brunch-avec-tartines.html' title='Grasse matinée: brunch avec tartines'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1O4ux61StI/AAAAAAAAAKM/EMI0jdj2xMM/s72-c/imm1+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-5126445299454203198</id><published>2007-06-27T09:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:13:05.128Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bxl'/><title type='text'>Bruxelles Naif</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RoIsIWAKHQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZQ7sArIpa58/s1600-h/kergi+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080671851484159234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RoIsIWAKHQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZQ7sArIpa58/s400/kergi+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-5126445299454203198?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/5126445299454203198/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=5126445299454203198' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/5126445299454203198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/5126445299454203198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2007/06/bruxelles-naif.html' title='Bruxelles Naif'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RoIsIWAKHQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZQ7sArIpa58/s72-c/kergi+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-1675869421440413773</id><published>2007-06-26T14:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:13:05.513Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bxl'/><title type='text'>@ Kergi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RoEexVfqDDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/TBuxdgFljTk/s1600-h/kergi+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080375687582977074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RoEexVfqDDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/TBuxdgFljTk/s400/kergi+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Le parole d'onore si mantengono. Giusto. E prima che &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.montag.it/comida/archives/003663.html#comments"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Comida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;salpi per la sua traversata atlantica è giusto che venga pubblicato questo post sul bar senegalese di &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2007/02/chez-naphie-premier-cours-de-cuisine.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Naphi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Non sono riuscita a scattare una foto della famosissima centrifuga di zenzero e frutti tropicali, ma ho immortalato il semplicissimo piatto del giorno: pesce fritto, riso e verdure miste (melanzane, finocchi, carote e patate dolci) in salsa di pomodoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080376516511665218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RoEfhlfqDEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/PR2UE7ukj_U/s400/kergi+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Per fare in modo che i temerari turisti riconoscano il locale quando decieranno di visitare Bxl, è bene dire che, segno distintivo del ristorantino di Naphie, sono le dediche dei commensali scritte sulle pareti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-1675869421440413773?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/1675869421440413773/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=1675869421440413773' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/1675869421440413773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/1675869421440413773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2007/06/kergi_26.html' title='@ Kergi'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RoEexVfqDDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/TBuxdgFljTk/s72-c/kergi+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-2557101218203239434</id><published>2007-06-23T09:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:13:05.845Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bxl'/><title type='text'>La fete de Matonge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RoDy3lfqC-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/F1_Udx5O-JE/s1600-h/XL_fete_matonge+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080327416445537250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RoDy3lfqC-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/F1_Udx5O-JE/s400/XL_fete_matonge+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tutt'un tratto non ero più a Bruxelles. Non c'era alcun dubbio: superata la soglia di Chausée d'Ixelles sono entrata nel magico mondo di un qualsiasi quartire di Kinshasa. Un bagno di folla, di colori e di profumi esotici. Pesce alla griglia per tutti, spiedini di ogni genere e tipo, banane fritte o alla brace... Se non si vive, non si può credere. Due giorni di &lt;em&gt;full immersion&lt;/em&gt; nell'Africa Nera, uscendo come ogni mattina dalla porta di casa di un quartiere qualsiasi della capitale d'Europa. Europa, appunto, non Africa... Come può essere, allora? Basta trovarsi a Matongé, il quartiere a più alta densità africana di Bruxelles, l'ultimo weekend di giugno di ogni anno. Qui si festeggia e lo si fa con tutti i sacri crismi: musica dal vivo, cibo a volontà, bimbi con i volti colorati, l'abito delle feste, e le treccine, ma solo quelle all'ultima moda. Si festeggia mangiando, ballando e passeggiando tra Chausée d’Ixelles, Chausée de Wavre, Place de Londres, Saint-Boniface e rue de la Paix. E si tira tardi il sabato sera, molto tardi.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E' un'esperienza da non perdere se si vuole davvero comprendere cosa significa multiculturalismo e interetnicità&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080325436465613778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RoDxEVfqC9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/lrtIgX9UB14/s400/XL_fete_matonge+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bruxelles è soprattutto questo. E non è poco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-2557101218203239434?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/2557101218203239434/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=2557101218203239434' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/2557101218203239434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/2557101218203239434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2007/06/la-fete-de-matonge.html' title='La fete de Matonge'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RoDy3lfqC-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/F1_Udx5O-JE/s72-c/XL_fete_matonge+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-5228607489173004316</id><published>2007-06-09T07:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:13:06.144Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bxl'/><title type='text'>Bruxelles - Tutte le strade del mondo (Radio 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RnJAnFfqC5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/UM902GOZDxQ/s1600-h/sette3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076190770234002322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RnJAnFfqC5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/UM902GOZDxQ/s400/sette3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Un ascolto interssante per chi conosce Bruxelles e anche per chi non ha mai pensato possa essere un'interessante meta turistica.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.radio.rai.it/radio3/view.cfm?Q_EV_ID=217238"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;http://www.radio.rai.it/radio3/view.cfm?Q_EV_ID=217238&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Ingabbiata in duplice pregiudizio, città grigia e noiosa e capitale di un popolo, i belgi, considerati "un po' scemi" dai francesi, Bruxelles è invece divenuta ormai da anni un luogo divertente, ricco di avvenimenti culturali, molto piacevole. Nel corso della puntata si dà prova, attraverso esempi concreti, della genialità belga in diversi campi della cultura e dello spettacolo; si tracciano itinerari che raccontano di una città multietnica e votata al culto della notte fino alle ore piccole e con festival che richiamano nomi internazionali di primissimo piano; della moda che ha saputo imporsi a livello internazionale, ma con un approccio fuori da atteggiamenti divistici; dei maestri belgi del fumetto, da Tintin ai Puffi. Senza dimenticare di rendere omaggio a Jacques Brel con un itinerario che ripercorre i luoghi più amati dal grande artista. Poi, per dovere di cronaca, si dà conto di un fenomeno, la "bruxellizzazione", per fortuna esaurito, che è passato nei manuali di architettura come esempio di ciò che non si deve fare. Due titoli curiosi sono altrettanti suggerimenti bibliografici.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Intervengono: Maria Tarantino, giornalista che vive a Bruxelles, con la descrizione della città multitenica e un itinerario nel cuore della notte; Antonio Mancinelli, storico della moda, che parla degli stilisti emergenti; Thomas Martinelli, giornalista ed esperto del mondo delle stripes, con un itinerario che ha per tappe i giganteschi murales dedicati ai personaggi dei fumetti made in Belgio"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-5228607489173004316?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/5228607489173004316/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=5228607489173004316' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/5228607489173004316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/5228607489173004316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2007/06/bruxelles-tutte-le-strade-del-mondo.html' title='Bruxelles - Tutte le strade del mondo (Radio 3)'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RnJAnFfqC5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/UM902GOZDxQ/s72-c/sette3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-1486754141775575021</id><published>2007-06-05T10:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:13:06.435Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cucina/cuisine/cooking'/><title type='text'>Salat Israeli [Insalata Israeliana]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RmU-glfqC4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/toAUDWR0DK4/s1600-h/insalata_israeliana.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072529284844358530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RmU-glfqC4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/toAUDWR0DK4/s400/insalata_israeliana.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La salade la plus fraîche que j'aie jamais goûté. Je en suis fou. Pendent l’été c’est parfait soit comme plat principale soit comme garniture. En plus il est très facile à faire : la seule chose difficile est d’arriver à couper les légumes en des de la même dimension… il faut être précis !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingrédients&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;pour 6 personnes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 grosses tomates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 concombres&lt;br /&gt;2 poivrons ou verts ou rouges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 gros oignon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4 cuillères à soupe de persil haché&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 citron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;huile d'olive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sel et poivre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;menthe fraîche &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Préparation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Découper tous les légumes en dés; les morceaux doivent être très petits et tous de la même taille. Ajouter le jus de citron sur les légumes, ajouter les autres ingrédients. Mélanger et servir frais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-1486754141775575021?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/1486754141775575021/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=1486754141775575021' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/1486754141775575021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/1486754141775575021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2007/06/freschissima-insalata-israeliana.html' title='Salat Israeli [Insalata Israeliana]'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RmU-glfqC4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/toAUDWR0DK4/s72-c/insalata_israeliana.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-2530020831228297066</id><published>2007-06-04T13:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:13:07.023Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acquisti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bxl'/><title type='text'>Calins gratuits [Free Hugs] vs. Truffles [Pierre Marcolini]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072230986414187714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RmQvNVPyZMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/siGUlOXxtis/s400/MarcoliniTruffles-300.jpg" width="343" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Malhereusement, j'ai raté ça (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tbq5Bmhgywg&amp;amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tbq5Bmhgywg&amp;amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;à la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gare centrale de Bruxelles, le 24 Mars 2007. Il y avait plain de calins gratuits pour tout le monde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mais il y aura un autre grand rassemblement "&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Câlins gratuits" à Bruxelles le samedi 15.09.2007 à 14h00 à la place de la Monnaie&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Il parait que quelques fois une deuxième chance est prevue dans la vie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En fait, meme si le chocolat belge est delicieux, je suis convaincue qu' un calin gratuit c'est mieux d'une tablette Cote d'or où d'une serie de pralines Marcolini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chocolatier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pierre Marcolini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pl du Grand Sablon, 39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1000 - Bruxelles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tel: 02 514 12 06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-2530020831228297066?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/2530020831228297066/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=2530020831228297066' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/2530020831228297066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/2530020831228297066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2007/06/calins-gratuits-free-hugs-abbracci.html' title='Calins gratuits [Free Hugs] vs. Truffles [Pierre Marcolini]'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RmQvNVPyZMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/siGUlOXxtis/s72-c/MarcoliniTruffles-300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-3601717654679217041</id><published>2007-06-02T10:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:13:07.394Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cucina/cuisine/cooking'/><title type='text'>Oggetti da cucina di terza, meglio, quarta generazione</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RmU33VfqC3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/RHEpLGWIzdw/s1600-h/zinneke_fest+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072521979104988018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RmU33VfqC3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/RHEpLGWIzdw/s400/zinneke_fest+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;A che serve l'intrigante oggetto da cucina che tiene in mano il simpatico chef ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;La prima ad indovinare è stata - bravissima - &lt;a href="http://brikebrok.over-blog.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BrikeBrok&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: ebbene sì è un trancia uovo &lt;em&gt;crudo&lt;/em&gt;. Tutti conosciamo l'altro oggetto per togliere il cappuccio delle uova &lt;em&gt;cotte&lt;/em&gt; alla coque. Con questo arnese, invece, lasciando cadere la "biglia" di metallo dall'alto al basso dell'asta, si procurerà una leggerissima frattura sul gucio dell'uovo che, con una leggera pressione delle dita, si aprirà senza correre il rischio di trovarsi tuorlo e albume in mano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Tutto questo processo semplicemente per fare un uovo alla coque &lt;em&gt;sui generis&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Una volta aperto l'uovo, si tratterà di metter in una terrina tuorlo e albume. Mettere un dadino di fois gras nel guscio e riversare tuorlo e un po' di albume. Immergere il guscio in acqua bollente, [non vi spaventate, vi assicuro che galleggia!] per circa due minuti sino a quando vedrete l'albume diventare bianco. Condire, come è tradizione, con un po' di sale e un pizzico di pepe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atlelier des Chefs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cours de cuisine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rue de Chartreux, 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1000 - Bruxelles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-3601717654679217041?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/3601717654679217041/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=3601717654679217041' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/3601717654679217041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/3601717654679217041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2007/06/oggetti-da-cucina-di-terza-meglio.html' title='Oggetti da cucina di terza, meglio, quarta generazione'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RmU33VfqC3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/RHEpLGWIzdw/s72-c/zinneke_fest+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-4887872813165451889</id><published>2007-06-01T11:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:13:07.601Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cucina/cuisine/cooking'/><title type='text'>Stuz-z[i]ucchine con ricotta e mentuccia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/Rl__w1PyZJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/waLsUUu_kcA/s1600-h/cena_farah+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071052919834567826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/Rl__w1PyZJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/waLsUUu_kcA/s400/cena_farah+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se le zucchine sono già grigliate, questo antipasto è pronto in un attimo. E' anche vero però che se le zucchine sono state condite con olio extravergine di olia abbondante, sale, pepe e un po' di prezzemolo, e sono rimaste a "marinare" per qualche ora, il risultato è sicuramente più gustoso. Il passo successivo consiste nel condire con un filo d'olio, sale, pepe e menta fresca la ricotta. Poi, con un po' di pazienza e l'aiuto di un cucchiaino da té basterà farcire le zucchine con l'impasto di formaggio e fermare con uno stuzzicadenti. Servire fresco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-4887872813165451889?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/4887872813165451889/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=4887872813165451889' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/4887872813165451889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/4887872813165451889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2007/06/stuz-ziucchine-con-ricotta-e-mentuccia.html' title='Stuz-z[i]ucchine con ricotta e mentuccia'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/Rl__w1PyZJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/waLsUUu_kcA/s72-c/cena_farah+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-2761788362455282639</id><published>2007-05-28T07:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:13:07.755Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cucina/cuisine/cooking'/><title type='text'>Insalata di lenticchie, cipolle di Tropea e pomodori</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RlqIJ1PyZHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/pmSvjeezl38/s1600-h/cena_farah+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069514033052410994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RlqIJ1PyZHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/pmSvjeezl38/s400/cena_farah+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;E’ senza dubbio uno dei nostri piatti estivi preferiti. Fresco e molto saporito. E’ semplice, veloce, gustoso e, a guardar bene, anche molto bello. Il contrasto di colore tra il viola della cipolla e il marrone delle lenticchie si presenta benissimo. Può essere servita come antipasto con altre insalate e pinizimonio oppure come contorno. Come quasi tutte le pietanze, diventa squisita se mangiata il giorno dopo la preparazione!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Per 4 persone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ingredienti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;4 tazzine di lenticchie secche (da mettere a bagno la sera prima) oppure una scatola di lenticchie già cotte (meglio la prima opzione!)&lt;br /&gt;1 cipolla di Tropea viola viola&lt;br /&gt;3 o 4 pomodori&lt;br /&gt;olio&lt;br /&gt;sale&lt;br /&gt;pepe&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;per chi preferisce una semplice vinaigrette: mostarda all’aceto, olio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuocere le lenticchie con un semplice soffritto di cipolla bianca e un po' di dado. Tagliare la cipolla a rondelle e i pomodori a dadini. Una volta cotte, mescolare tutti gli ingredienti e condire o all’italiana – con olio, sale e pepe - oppure con la vinaigrette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-2761788362455282639?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/2761788362455282639/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=2761788362455282639' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/2761788362455282639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/2761788362455282639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2007/05/insalata-di-lenticchie-cipolle-di.html' title='Insalata di lenticchie, cipolle di Tropea e pomodori'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RlqIJ1PyZHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/pmSvjeezl38/s72-c/cena_farah+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-1849682011058831759</id><published>2007-05-25T13:30:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:13:07.994Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cucina/cuisine/cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art(e)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acquisti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bxl'/><title type='text'>Are you a Zinneke?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RmU3JVfqC2I/AAAAAAAAAII/1DmiYSluqg8/s1600-h/zinneke_fest+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072521188831005538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RmU3JVfqC2I/AAAAAAAAAII/1DmiYSluqg8/s400/zinneke_fest+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;In qualità &lt;a href="http://www.brusselstofpeople.eu/user/home.php?langid=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TOF people 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, forse potrò partecipare ad un mini-corso di cucina presso il nuovo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atelierdeschefs.com/agenda.php?atelier=7"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Atelier des Chefs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;che ha appena aperto i battenti anche a Bruxelles (17 rue des Chartreux - 1000). Sarà una gara a chi si prenota prima: i posti sono appena 10... e noi siamo 10 per ogni Stato membro dell'Unione Europea... vedremo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Tra gli altri eventi, anche questo corso, è organizzato per celebrare il ritorno della statua di &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zinneke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (il cagnetto meticcio in fotografia)* simbolo del carattere interculturale e mutliculturale della Bruxelles di ieri, di oggi e di domani. Per i più curiosi aggiungo che l'etimologia di Zinneke si rifà al nome fiammingo del fiume che scorreva a Bruxelles prima di essere coperto, la Zenne (in francese Senne) sulle cui rive vivevano molti cani meticci. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* la statua di &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tom Frantzen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; aveva subito dei danni da parte di alcuni vadali ed è finalmente tornata al suo posto (all'angolo di rue des Chartreux) dopo il restauro. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-1849682011058831759?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/1849682011058831759/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=1849682011058831759' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/1849682011058831759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/1849682011058831759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2007/05/tof-latelier-des-chefs-apre-le-porte.html' title='Are you a Zinneke?'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RmU3JVfqC2I/AAAAAAAAAII/1DmiYSluqg8/s72-c/zinneke_fest+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-5086789807451922819</id><published>2007-05-11T12:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:13:08.175Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='considerazioni'/><title type='text'>Siamo ciò che mangiamo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RksQrlPyZGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/6OwrMeQ2hpg/s1600-h/Arcimboldo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065160546827002978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RksQrlPyZGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/6OwrMeQ2hpg/s400/Arcimboldo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                                         [Arcimboldo (1527-1593), &lt;em&gt;Vertumnus&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sarà capitato anche a voi, al supermercato, quando aspettate alla cassa, di sbirciare o di guardare spudoratamente nei carrelli delle persone che aspettano avanti o dietro a voi e di comparare il loro viso con ciò che hanno nel carrello. Al Delhaize, a me capita sempre più spesso: in primo luogo, perchè in Italia è raro che vada al supermermercato - preferisco i negozietti specializzati - in secondo luogo, perchè in Italia scegliamo più o meno tutti gli stessi prodotti. Mai che manchi un pacco di pasta, una buona dose di verdure, le fettine di carne, il pane fresco e salumi e formaggi. Qui, invece, come non soffermarsi su chi compera il &lt;em&gt;boudin noir&lt;/em&gt; per cercare un tratto somatico che lo riconduca immediatamente alle salsicce che sta per ingurgitare, o su chi ha un carrello stracolmo di porzioni di cibo precotto, alcune tavolette di cote d'or 80% noir, due lattine di coca light, e nessuna traccia né di frutta e verdura. Sono convinta che il detto "siamo ciò che mangiamo" (citazione di Feuerbach)  abbia tutta una sua coerenza e mi piacerebbe provarlo empircamente. Mi piacerebbe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;svolgere uno studio sulle abitudini alimentari della popolazione di un determinato quartiere di Bxl, che generalmente è un miscuglio di etnie e classi sociali le più diverse, poi provare con un'altra zona della città e infine comparare i risultati. Non credo sia di facile realizzazione, tuttavia sarebbe divertente, macchina fotografica alla mano, confrontare il carrello e il volto di chi acquista. E da queste due immagini risalire alla nazionalità, al ceto sociale, alla professione e così via. Non ho certo la pretesa di ottenere un risultato dal profondo valore scientifico, anzi... anche se, pensandoci bene, potrebbe assumere un certo valore almeno per quanto riguarda lo studio del mercato... chissà se è una completa cretinata o qualcuno ci ha già pensato? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-5086789807451922819?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/5086789807451922819/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=5086789807451922819' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/5086789807451922819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/5086789807451922819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2007/05/mostrami-il-tuo-carrello-e-ti-dir-chi.html' title='Siamo ciò che mangiamo?'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RksQrlPyZGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/6OwrMeQ2hpg/s72-c/Arcimboldo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-621371386133321964</id><published>2007-05-10T13:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:13:08.524Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cucina/cuisine/cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acquisti'/><title type='text'>Philip's Biscuits (Anversa)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RkMZo6ndBfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/DzsEqvbA7P4/s1600-h/biscotti-anversa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062918596814767602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RkMZo6ndBfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/DzsEqvbA7P4/s400/biscotti-anversa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Stamattina ci siamo svegliati sapendo di aver finito il caffé buono, quello italiano, e di non aver più neppure un biscotto. Abbiamo desiderato ardentemente un sacchetto dei biscotti al burro, a forma di mano, che si trovano solo ad Anversa in un biscottificio che sembra una fucina dove fate e gnomi infornano biscotti da mattina a sera. E' un luogo da favola che i buongustai non possono perdere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062928354980464130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RkMig6ndBgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6EIbKw_6xWA/s400/biscotti-anversa1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Perchè i biscotti di Anversa sono a forma di mano? Perchè la mano è il simbolo della città&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;La leggenda racconta&lt;/span&gt; che anticamente un crudele gigante di nome Druoon Antigoon si era posto di guardia su un’ansa del fiume Schelda sulla cui riva destra sorge la città. Il &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;terribile Antigoon esigeva il pagamento di un pesante pedaggio da parte di ogni nave di passaggio. Se il capitano non era in grado o non voleva esaudire la richiesta il gigante gli tagliava una mano. Il diabolico mostro continuò a terrorizzare i poveri marinai per molti anni, fino al giorno in cui si imbattè in Silvius Brabo. Il coraggioso legionario romano affrontò il gigante, riuscendo infine ad ucciderlo. Gli tagliò una delle mani e la gettò nel fiume in segno di vendetta verso tutte le sue vittime. In segno di gratitudine venne nominato Duca di Brabant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Da questa storia deriva anche il nome della città che in fiammingo è Antwerp, da hand (mano) werpen (tagliata). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Storia un po' cruenta, vero, anche se con una morale di giustizia. Sta di fatto che, nei luoghi più impensati della città si può facilmente incappare in installazioni e sculture che rappresentano una mano. Oltre a poter gustare gli indimenticabili biscotti di Philip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Philip'sBuiscuits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Korte Gasthuisstraat 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;b-2000 Antwerpen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:philips.buiscuits@skynet.be"&gt;philips.buiscuits@skynet.be&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-621371386133321964?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/621371386133321964/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=621371386133321964' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/621371386133321964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/621371386133321964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2007/05/philips-biscuits-anversa.html' title='Philip&apos;s Biscuits (Anversa)'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RkMZo6ndBfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/DzsEqvbA7P4/s72-c/biscotti-anversa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-1780301098569489380</id><published>2007-05-09T11:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:13:09.419Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cucina/cuisine/cooking'/><title type='text'>Una scoperta formidabile: penne con gli asparagi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Non c'è dubbio che questo blog stia diventando, giorno dopo giorno, sempre più verde. Non che mi dispiaccia, ma questa mono-cromia non mi rappresenta, quindi da domani si cambierà quanto meno il colore. Per oggi ancora una ricetta "al verde" che ci ha lasciato sopresi per la sua semplicità e per la sua bontà. Da replicare ancora qualche altra volta, magari in compagnia, prima che finisca la stagione degli asparagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Penne con asparagi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Per 2 persone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ingredienti:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;una decina di asparagi verdi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;olio extravergine di oliva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;sale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;pepe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;pasta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Prima tappa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;lavare e mondare gli asparagi. Tagliare i gambi a rondelline, lasciando intatte le punte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RkGQ2qndBaI/AAAAAAAAAGI/eCTLgh3zHYs/s1600-h/asparagi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062486724968252834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RkGQ2qndBaI/AAAAAAAAAGI/eCTLgh3zHYs/s400/asparagi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Seconda tappa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;n un po' di olio d'oliva far soffrigere per qualche minuto gli asparagi a rondelle a cui successivamente si aggiunge un po' d'acqua. Lasciare bollire per una ventina di minuti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062492810936911314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RkGWY6ndBdI/AAAAAAAAAGg/s05RCebpVVw/s400/asparagi+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Terza tappa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;opo quindici minuti aggiungere le punte, precedentemente tagliate che bolliranno insieme alle rondelline per altri cinque minuti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062493893268669922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RkGXX6ndBeI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SXm_65e-dgY/s400/asparagi+(7).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Quarta e quinta tappa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: passare al mixer una parte degli asparagi la cui "&lt;em&gt;mousse&lt;/em&gt;" verrà aggiunta alla parte non frullata. Una volta bollita la pasta, spadellarla a fuoco vivo con gli asparagi. Aggiungere successivamente parmigiano (non troppo) e un filo di olio crudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-1780301098569489380?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/1780301098569489380/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=1780301098569489380' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/1780301098569489380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/1780301098569489380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2007/05/una-scoperta-formidabilela-pasta-con.html' title='Una scoperta formidabile: penne con gli asparagi'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RkGQ2qndBaI/AAAAAAAAAGI/eCTLgh3zHYs/s72-c/asparagi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-6441571085053353468</id><published>2007-05-07T10:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:13:09.752Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cucina/cuisine/cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resto'/><title type='text'>Quando proprio la voglia di cucinare è a -5 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RkGRuKndBbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/cv_NeUu6W5w/s1600-h/TOF_bruxelles_insolite+011_rev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062487678450992562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RkGRuKndBbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/cv_NeUu6W5w/s400/TOF_bruxelles_insolite%2B011_rev.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ma si ha una fame da lupi, si chiede immediato soccorso all'omelette che, nelle famiglie italiane, è altrimenti detta frittata. Per quanto mi riguarda è proprio l'ultima spiaggia - si vede che da piccola, a forza di zabaioni, mi hanno fatto uscire le uova dagli occhi - ma non la disdegno se è farcita con verdure e formaggio. Sopra un tipico esempio di frittata fatta in casa con&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;zucchine&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;parmigiano&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;mozzarella&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sale&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;pepe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;e qualche foglia di&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;basilico&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;che può essere sostituito, a piacere, con un po' di&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;mentuccia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;fresca&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062489765805098434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="280" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RkGTnqndBcI/AAAAAAAAAGY/I7V2lI3XVzE/s400/omelette_parallele_bxl.jpg" width="391" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;A Bxl, in Place Fernad Coq, si possono gustare delle ottime omelette ("baveuses" ou "pas baveuses") da &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Parallèle&lt;/span&gt;. Ambiente accogliente, pieno di giovani, dove si può mangiare un piatto veloce a pranzo o bere un buon tè alla menta. Molto piacevole d'estate mangiare fuori con l'edificio della Commune d'Ixelles di fronte. Qui sotto classico esempio di omelette del &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Parallèle&lt;/span&gt;: molto ricca... forse un po' troppo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-6441571085053353468?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/6441571085053353468/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=6441571085053353468' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/6441571085053353468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/6441571085053353468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2007/05/quando-proprio-la-voglia-di-cucinare-5.html' title='Quando proprio la voglia di cucinare è a -5 ...'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RkGRuKndBbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/cv_NeUu6W5w/s72-c/TOF_bruxelles_insolite%2B011_rev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-2251000699651750074</id><published>2007-05-02T09:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:13:10.196Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cucina/cuisine/cooking'/><title type='text'>Tagliata di tonno al pepe e julienne di cetriolo e citronette</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RjhkMKndBYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Nn3LxpceMBg/s1600-h/tonno_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059904341521794434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RjhkMKndBYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Nn3LxpceMBg/s400/tonno_blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;E' una di quelle ricette che, nonostante la facilità, non avevo ancora provato a cucinare. L'idea era di fare qualcosa di nuovo, di sano, di fresco e saporito. Ecco subito recuperata la ricetta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tagliata di tonno al pepe e julienne di cetriolo e citronette&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Per 4 persone:&lt;br /&gt;In un mortaio pestare un cucchiaio ciascuno di&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;pepe bianco, nero, rosa e verde&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Trasferire tutto in un piatto. Salare e ungere con poco olio extravergine di oliva&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;600 gr di filetto di tonno&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;che si passerà nel mix di pepe così da rivestirlo in modo uniforme. Mettere a riscaldare un cucchiaio di olio extravergine di oliva in una padella antiaderente e trasferire il filetto di tonno che cuocerà 2 minuti per lato. Toglierlo dal fuoco, lasciarlo intiepidire prima di tagliarlo a fette dello spessore di 1 cm con un coltello ben affilato. Servire la tagliata con&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2 cetrioli sbucciati&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;privati dei semi e tagliati a julienne. Codire il tutto con un'emulsione preparata sbattendo succo di&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2 lime&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;con due cucchiai di olio extravergine di oliva , un cucchiaio di&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;salsa di soia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;e un cucchiaino di&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;zucchero di canna&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Servire con rucola (possibilmente non belga... che non sa proprio di niente) e pomodori possibilmente profumati di sole e saportiti di Italia (evitare quelli delle Fiandre... che non sanno neppure di Mare del Nord!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RjhjM6ndBXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/1TPAStytq1c/s1600-h/tonno+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059903254895068530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RjhjM6ndBXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/1TPAStytq1c/s400/tonno+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In senso orario: tonno &lt;em&gt;poelé&lt;/em&gt; al pepe con &lt;em&gt;julienne&lt;/em&gt; di cetriolo, rucola, &lt;em&gt;Lebane bi kyiyar &lt;/em&gt;(fatto a modo mio) e pomodori peretti.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Il &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Labane bi kyiyar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; non è altro che yogurt al cetriolo. La ricetta è, come dice il nome, libanese, anche se questa &lt;em&gt;mezze &lt;/em&gt;è presente anche nella cucina ebraica seppur con qualche modifica. Io ho seguito la ricetta di base libanese, ma poi ho aggiunto alcuni ingredienti che, a memoria, erano presenti in una ricetta ebraica in un libro che ho dimenticato in It. Il risultato è davvero ottimo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ingredienti per 6 persone:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;1 confezione di yougurt greco (Total)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;1 spicchio d'aglio fresco e profumato &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;3 cetrioli piccoli o 1 cetriolo grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;qualche foglia di aneto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;qualche goccia di succo di limone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;sale grosso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;In un mortaio pestare l'aglio con del sale grosso a cui verrà aggiunto lo yogurt e tutti gli altri ingredienti. Mescolare energicamente il tutto e infine aggiungere l'aneto e il limone. Lasciare raffreddare in frigo e servire fresco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-2251000699651750074?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/2251000699651750074/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=2251000699651750074' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/2251000699651750074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/2251000699651750074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2007/05/tagliata-di-tonno-al-pepe-e-julienne-di.html' title='Tagliata di tonno al pepe e julienne di cetriolo e citronette'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RjhkMKndBYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Nn3LxpceMBg/s72-c/tonno_blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-4000471001383083046</id><published>2007-04-26T10:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-05T11:00:23.672Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='considerazioni'/><title type='text'>Odori</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se è vero, com' è vero, che ogni uomo ha il proprio odore, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;se è vero che in ogni casa c'è un odore unico, è possibile che ogni città abbia un odore tutto suo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ginevra, sicuramente: profuma di lago nelle giornate calde e un po' umide, di montagna in quelle terse e frizzanti, e di smog quando non tira neppure un alito di vento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Verona sa di polveri sottili, ma paradossalmente, in alcune zone, di bucato appena steso. Bruxelles ha un odore inconfondibile, soprattutto d'estate: di verde e di parchi, ma sempre con un sorprendente "retro" di strutto e di salse ricche di calorie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-4000471001383083046?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/4000471001383083046/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=4000471001383083046' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/4000471001383083046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/4000471001383083046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2007/04/raffigurazione-dellodore.html' title='Odori'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-272181030121591192</id><published>2007-04-25T09:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:13:10.793Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bxl'/><title type='text'>Casette con nuvole di Magritte</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Belgitudine è... saper disegnare bene le nuvole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(qui sotto: isi, &lt;em&gt;Maisons d'Ixelles&lt;/em&gt; e René Magritte,&lt;em&gt; L'empire des lumières&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/Ri8s3KndBSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/RZIT3Cg33S8/s1600-h/magritte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057310232814617890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" height="325" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/Ri8s3KndBSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/RZIT3Cg33S8/s400/magritte.jpg" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057309073173447938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" height="279" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/Ri8rzqndBQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/6lpLVaLhC0I/s400/nuvole_tetti_bxl3.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-272181030121591192?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/272181030121591192/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=272181030121591192' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/272181030121591192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/272181030121591192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2007/04/casette-con-nuvole-di-magritte.html' title='Casette con nuvole di Magritte'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/Ri8s3KndBSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/RZIT3Cg33S8/s72-c/magritte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-5757689461250782432</id><published>2007-04-23T20:00:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:13:11.181Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cucina/cuisine/cooking'/><title type='text'>Vedure alla griglia: in due è (quasi sempre) tutto più semplice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/Ri86JqndBTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/R-Qd2n0SrM0/s1600-h/varie1+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057324844293358898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/Ri86JqndBTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/R-Qd2n0SrM0/s400/varie1+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oltre a lavare e tagliare le verdure da grigliare, in due è più semplice e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;divertente i) fare il letto, soprattutto se è a due piazze; ii) lavare ed asciugare i piatti; iii) fare il puré; iv) fare sport; v) andare per mostre e a teatro; vi) preparare la tavola; vii) ripetere in vista di un colloquio o un esame; vii) litigare e fare la pace [...] (si aspettano suggerimenti...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/Ri86KKndBUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/m3BUEdM9z8o/s1600-h/varie1+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057324852883293506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/Ri86KKndBUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/m3BUEdM9z8o/s400/varie1+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rigatoni con le verdure alla griglia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(o altrimenti detta &lt;em&gt;pasta alla Manuel&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Questo piatto si chiama così per è nata dalla congiunta realizzazione con l'ultimo coinquilino, Manuel, con cui ho condiviso l'appartamento del periodo universitario. Messicano, ottimo cuoco, dolcissimo e ricco di inventiva. Abbiamo condiviso le sofferenze della torrida estate fiorentina del 2003, nell'appartamento più caldo di tutto Oltrarno. Nonostante i 40 gradi al sole, abbiamo continuato a grigliare verdura nel cucinino di 2mx2m e ci siamo "scofanati lo scofanabile". E' in Europa, finalmente, e spero solo di poterlo rivedere molto presto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ingredienti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Preparazione &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-5757689461250782432?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/5757689461250782432/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=5757689461250782432' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/5757689461250782432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/5757689461250782432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2007/04/vedure-alla-griglia-in-due-quasi-sempre.html' title='Vedure alla griglia: in due è (quasi sempre) tutto più semplice'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/Ri86JqndBTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/R-Qd2n0SrM0/s72-c/varie1+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-3986335382494999590</id><published>2007-04-22T07:46:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:13:11.320Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cucina/cuisine/cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resto'/><title type='text'>Mangiarcantando dalla Senora Adela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RisXxLED7FI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-twerV5KPT8/s1600-h/Chile_flags.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056161140204366930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RisXxLED7FI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-twerV5KPT8/s400/Chile_flags.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quando le donne si mettono in testa qualcosa, è quasi una certezza che il progetto si realizzi. Con Al., avevamo deciso che, al suo ritorno dal Sudan e al mio ritorno nel "&lt;em&gt;plat pays&lt;/em&gt;", avremmo portato fuori tutti gli uomini della "famiglia" che generalmente amano ritrovarsi in rue du collège. "Basta, una volta per tutte bisogna innovare queste liturgie!" Visto che Shoura's Co ha chiuso A. ha proposto di provare un lationo-americano a St.Gilles dove con Gl. erano già stati un paio di volte: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Araucana&lt;/span&gt;. Una vera sorpresa. Mi sono documentata e ho scoperto che questo luogo, caldo e accogliente, kitsch e chiassoso e, soprattutto, dove non bisogna avere fretta, ha una storia tutta particolare. Eccola: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Certains restaurants n’auront jamais d’étoile(s) à faire valoir. Pas de distinction gravée dans le marbre d’un guide gastronomique. Pas les honneurs bedonnants d’un critique culinaire juché sur le tabouret branlant de sa profession. Araucana fait partie de ces adresses-là. Pourtant, cet endroit est bien plus qu’un simple restaurant. L’enseigne possède une véritable âme, celle de sa propriétaire, Adela. A dire vrai, on s’y rendrait rien que pour elle. Sa gentillesse est extrême : même si l’on vient ici pour la première fois, on est reçu comme un habitué. Avec un vrai sens de l’autodérision et un craquant français mâtiné d’accent espagnol, elle accueille en bouleversant toutes les règles du métier. Elle tutoie, influe en douceur sur les choix et impose son rythme. On pardonne tout à cette mère courage dont la vie a des allures de roman.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;On est suspendu à ses lèvres quand elle raconte son histoire. Au Chili, cette maman de cinq enfants était à la fois camionneur et échevin de son village. Jusqu’au coup d’Etat de Pinochet qui fit d’elle une condamnée à mort. Par chance, elle put s’évader et l’asile politique lui fut proposé par quatre pays différents&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pour notre bonheur, c’est la Belgique qu’elle a choisie. Aujourd’hui, cela fait dix-sept ans qu’Adela a ouvert sa propre enseigne. Après plusieurs petits boulots, elle s’est lancée sans la moindre expérience.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Elle a opté pour une formule simple directement inspirée par les “cantinas” telles qu’on les trouve en Amérique du Sud. L’Araucana – le nom rend hommage aux premiers habitants du Chili – fait la part belle à la viande. Des steaks de bœuf argentin de 500 grammes parfaitement cuits s’affichant à 20 euros. Ces délices brutes s’emparent des assiettes voisinant avec des tomates mêlées d’ail et des frites maison. Succulent. Comme là-bas! L’endroit propose aussi d’énormes scampis pour les amateurs, des empañadas (des sortes de chaussons farcis chiliens), un vrai Ceviche qui n’a rien d’un pseudo-tartare et du Pastel de choclo (de la viande hachée de poulet enrobé de pâte de maïs)… L’impression qui domine est celle de passer une soirée de l’autre côté de l’Atlantique. Surtout les vendredis et samedis soirs où des musiciens viennent mettre l’ambiance. Quelques détails qui ne passeraient pas ailleurs font ici partie du charme : la déco très kitsch de café un peu moche, le vin servi trop chaud et les tables à côté de la vitrine un peu froide quand le temps n’est pas de la partie (mieux vaut réserver près du bar). Peu importe, on sort de là avec du baume sur le cœur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;". (Tribune de Bxl) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Araucana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Rue Hotel des Monnaies, 63&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1060 Saint-Gilles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;tel. 02. 539.25.76&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;chiuso il Lunedì&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Prezzo: - di 25 euro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-3986335382494999590?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/3986335382494999590/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=3986335382494999590' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/3986335382494999590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/3986335382494999590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2007/04/mangiarcantando-dalla-senora-adela.html' title='Mangiarcantando dalla Senora Adela'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RisXxLED7FI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-twerV5KPT8/s72-c/Chile_flags.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-495994852033492328</id><published>2007-04-21T08:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:13:11.455Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cucina/cuisine/cooking'/><title type='text'>Farfalle con broccoli, pomodori e ricotta salata - Quando a cucinare ci pensa lui.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RinRtbED7DI/AAAAAAAAAD4/f1vDpYdD8x8/s1600-h/pasta_broccoli_estate3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055802634989202482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RinRtbED7DI/AAAAAAAAAD4/f1vDpYdD8x8/s400/pasta_broccoli_estate3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Io, a pezzi, lui, con ancora una buona dose di energia anche dopo dieci ore di lavoro incessante di fronte al computer. Talvolta mi chiedo dove la trovi tutta questa energia. Il fatto è che per lui cucinare è rilassante; lo stesso vale per me, anche se devo ammettere che talvolta mi ribello all'obbligo serale di doverlo fare e cedo volentieri il testimone a D. che, per di più, quando si tratta di creare un nuovo piatto di pasta, ci sa fare davvero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Ieri anche a B. sembrava fosse quasi arrivata (il quasi in questo paese è d'obbligo) e "perchè no una pasta estiva?", non troppo elaborata e saporita? Avevamo tutto a casa, ad eccezione dei pinoli che vi consiglio di tostare qualche minuto in forno e aggiungere sulla pasta prima di servire a tavola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ingredienti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1 broccolo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;4 pomodori medi, maturi e profumati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;una bella sgrattuggiata di ricotta salata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;uno spicchio d'aglio in camicia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;olio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;sale &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;pepe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1 o 2 peperoncini a piacere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;pinoli&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Preparazione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-495994852033492328?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/495994852033492328/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=495994852033492328' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/495994852033492328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/495994852033492328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2007/04/quando-cucinare-ci-pensa-lui.html' title='Farfalle con broccoli, pomodori e ricotta salata - Quando a cucinare ci pensa lui.'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/RinRtbED7DI/AAAAAAAAAD4/f1vDpYdD8x8/s72-c/pasta_broccoli_estate3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-1580466244511135049</id><published>2007-02-20T10:37:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:13:11.590Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cucina/cuisine/cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resto'/><title type='text'>Gamberi alla melanger tout et aboutir à quelche chose - Chez Naphie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/Rd1yygt7xlI/AAAAAAAAADo/gJ_rL1pxRKQ/s1600-h/premier_cours_cuisine+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034306170571703890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/Rd1yygt7xlI/AAAAAAAAADo/gJ_rL1pxRKQ/s400/premier_cours_cuisine+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Nessuno credeva che ci sarebbe riuscito. Invece la tenacia di R. ha vinto su ogni tipo di resistenza, impegno di lavoro, tesi di dottorato, l'ora di palestra quotidiana e l'apertivo in Place de Luxembourg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Alle ore 19 del 19 al numero 91 di una alberata Avenue del comune 1190 di Bruxelles ci ha dato il benvenuto Naphie, possente cuoca senegalese, per insegnarci a preparare i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;gamberi alla &lt;em&gt;melanger tout et aboutir à quelque chose&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Naphie vive qui dal 1989 con i suoi due figli grandi e la piccola di 9 anni, nata dal matrimonio con un uomo greco, timido-timido, ma molto cordiale. Solo Bruxelles regala l'opportunità di questi improbabili e meravigliosi miscugli tra i continenti. Il risultato della ibridazione è ovviamente splendido in tutte le sue forme, incluso il cibo. Naphie spiega agli allievi attenti che questo piatto di gamberi non ha un nome vero e proprio ed è il risultato di quanto tramandato dalle donne della sua famiglia anch'esse di origini diverse mescolate con le origini miste di qualcunaltro. Nulla è scontato tutto è da imparare. I movimenti della cuoca sono decisi, determinati privi di inutili manierismi. Sbuccia gli scalogni e spella le teste di aglio con una agilità e un ritmo mai visto prima, leva il germoglio verde indigesto con un gesto fermo, abile e ricco di esperienza. Naphie, fa la mamma e la moglie, ma gestisce anche un piccolo ristorante nelle &lt;em&gt;Marolles&lt;/em&gt; dove cucina un piatto diverso al giorno e dove gli &lt;em&gt;habitués&lt;/em&gt; condividono un piatto caldo pieno di colore e di sole su un bacone da bar bevendo succo di zenzero e scambiando quattro chiacchiere con Naphie e qualche temerario turista "paracadutato" lì dopo una mattinata trascorsa al mercato di &lt;em&gt;Jeu de balles**&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;La preparazione del piatto richiede circa un'ora e mezza. I piatti africani in genere seguono il ritmo lento delle rilassate giornate africane - continua a raccontarci Naphie con un po' di malinconia e il tono mesto - le donne a Dakar non soffrono della nevrosi-della-lancetta-che-scorre che affligge le donne-al-prozac-d'occidente. Quindi anche qui si adottano gli orari di laggiù. Si mangia intorno alle dieci meno e un quarto, non prima, perchè bisogna fare il brodo di pesce, filtrarlo, speziarlo, attendere che si riduca, filtrarlo una volta ancora e poi cuocere i gamberi. Poi si passa alla cottura del riso e alla preparazione della salsa piccante che diventerà la sfida tra i commensali.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gamberi alla &lt;em&gt;melanger tout et aboutir à quelque chose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Ingredienti per 12 persone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;4kg. di gamberi&lt;br /&gt;6 scalogni&lt;br /&gt;1 testa intera d'aglio&lt;br /&gt;1 cipolla&lt;br /&gt;1 porro&lt;br /&gt;1 carota&lt;br /&gt;2 chiodi di garofano&lt;br /&gt;4 barattoli di latte di cocco&lt;br /&gt;12 dl di olio di palma&lt;br /&gt;2 cucchiai di curry rosso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;olio di oliva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;sale grosso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;coriandolo fresco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Riso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Ingredienti per 12 persone: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Riso &lt;em&gt;Jasmine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Olio di semi di girasole&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Salsa piccante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Ingredienti per 12 persone: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;9 peperoncini rossi freschi (si trovano dai fruttivendoli africani) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;2 spicchi di aglio tagliati in 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;olio di oliva &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Preparazione:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Per i gamberi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; soffriggere nell'olio di oliva 3 scalogni tritati, le teste e le croste dei gamberi con 2 chiodi di garofano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; aggiugere al soffritto dell'aglio, la carota, il porro, e altri due scalogni con del sale grosso. Aggiungere l'acqua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a parte, frullare con il mixer le restanti teste d'aglio, l'ultimo scalogno e la cipolla. Questo mix verrà aggiunto in un secondo momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nel brodo aggiungere 4 barattoli di latte di cocco (la marca sggerita è Merploy), 12 dl di olio di palma e 2 cucchiai di pasta di curry rosso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nel momento in cui il brodo inizia a bollire aggiungere il mix di aglio, scalogno e cipolla. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fare ridurre il brodo di circa 1/2 (quindi lasciare in ebollizione per circa 30-40 min.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cuocere i gamberi nel brodo fino a quando diventano rosa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; prima di servire decorare con un po' di olio di palma e di coriandolo fresco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Per il riso&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(3 pugnetti di riso circa a persona + 1 per la pentola) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Versare in riso in una pentola. Aggiungere l'acqua in una quantità tale che, in altezza, non superi il riso di una misura pari a due falangi. Aggiungere un po' di olio di girasole per evitare che il riso diventi colloso. Fare cuocere per 20' circa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Per la salsa piccante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mettere i peperoncini rossi in una pentola con un po' d'acqua. Portare ad ebollizione per 2' circa affinché diventino morbidi. Trasferirli nel mixer con aglio (2 teste) e olio di oliva e frullare sino a quando non si ottiene una salsa fluida. Utilizzare con moderazione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;** ristorante di Naphie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kergi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;159, rue Blaes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;1000 -Bruxelles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-1580466244511135049?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/1580466244511135049/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=1580466244511135049' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/1580466244511135049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/1580466244511135049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2007/02/chez-naphie-premier-cours-de-cuisine.html' title='Gamberi alla melanger tout et aboutir à quelche chose - Chez Naphie'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/Rd1yygt7xlI/AAAAAAAAADo/gJ_rL1pxRKQ/s72-c/premier_cours_cuisine+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-1299163629285377441</id><published>2007-02-18T17:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:13:11.785Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cucina/cuisine/cooking'/><title type='text'>Cake salata prima che scadano le uova</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/Rd1aWwt7xjI/AAAAAAAAADM/J1yr6vYUefk/s1600-h/cake_salata+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034279305551267378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/Rd1aWwt7xjI/AAAAAAAAADM/J1yr6vYUefk/s400/cake_salata+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Mi dispiaceva pensare di dover buttare via le uova, quindi mi sono decisa ad utilizzarle per preparare qualcosa di sfizioso e nuovo. Anche questo è un esperiemento, visto che in Italia, oltre alle torte salate e alle focacce, non siamo abituati a delle vere e proprie cakes. Ho scoperto che la preparazione è davvero semplice e rapida, per di più il risultato è esteticamente molto bello. Se si hanno degli avanzi di verdure, fresche o già cotte, di formaggio e di insaccati si può creare qualcosa di mai provato prima solamene mescolando tutto insieme. Io, ad esempio, avevo&lt;em&gt; cipolla, un mezzo sedano verde, del formaggio olandese (gudda) e dei cubetti di pancetta, timo, menta e basilico. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho fatto appassire &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1/2 cipolla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tagliata sottile sottile in un po' di olio con uno spicchio d'aglio in camicia. Ho aggiunto il sedano tagliato a dadini e i cubetti di pancetta, ho salato e pepato e alla fine ho aggiunto tutte le erbe che avevo. In una ciotola, nel frattempo, ho battuto &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3 uova, con 10 cl di olio di oliva e 10 cl di latte parzialmente scremato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Ho aggiunto &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;180 gr. di farina, 100 gr. di formaggio olandese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tagliato a dadini e &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1 sacchetto di lievito liofilizzato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Con le frustre elettriche ho lavorato il composto sino ad ottenere una miscela omogenea e senza grumi. Ho aggiunto il sedano e la cipolla precedentemente appassiti e ho mescolato bene con un cucchiaio di legno. Il composto ottenuto può essere versato in una piccola forma da forno per torte o nelle formine più piccole (v. immagine) a seconda delle necessità. Si può decorare con dei fili fi cipolla. Dopo aver riscaldato il forno a 180 c°, si inforna e si lascia cuocere per circa 50 mininuti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-1299163629285377441?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/1299163629285377441/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=1299163629285377441' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/1299163629285377441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/1299163629285377441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2007/02/cake-salata-prima-che-scadano-le-uova.html' title='Cake salata prima che scadano le uova'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/Rd1aWwt7xjI/AAAAAAAAADM/J1yr6vYUefk/s72-c/cake_salata+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279876059660228926.post-8761371356118738802</id><published>2007-02-17T20:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:13:12.035Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cucina/cuisine/cooking'/><title type='text'>Secondo tentativo: la focaccia di Ada Boni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/Rd1bKgt7xkI/AAAAAAAAADY/eYxU1Wpe53U/s1600-h/focaccia+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034280194609497666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/Rd1bKgt7xkI/AAAAAAAAADY/eYxU1Wpe53U/s400/focaccia+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La foto inganna. Anche il secondo tentativo è &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;fallito miseramente malgrado la ricetta sia quella &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;di Ada Boni! Anche questa volta, invece di essere una morbida focaccia, è una schiacciata. Ma non nel senso fiorentino della schacciata del &lt;em&gt;Pugi&lt;/em&gt;. E' simile nella consistenza e nel profumo neutro alle schiacciatine che tutti noi mangiavamo a merenda alle elementari. Tremenda, anche se con un pomodoro a dadini condito con olio, sale, pepe e basilico fresco di questo meschino tentativo di focaccia alla genevose non è rimasta neppure una briciola. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Credo che l'errore stia nel perseverare ad utilizzare il lievito chimico per non dover andare &lt;em&gt;chez&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;René&lt;/em&gt;, la pasticceria a Place Fernand Coq, ad elemosianare un po' di livieto fresco. Anche la pigrizia si paga, nella vita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Al prossimo tentativo. Il terzo e, vi assicuro, anche l'ultimo e di successo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panificio Pugi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Piazza San Marco 8 rosso, Firenze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Boulangerie Patisserie Réné&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Place Fernand Coq, Ixelles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279876059660228926-8761371356118738802?l=risiebisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/feeds/8761371356118738802/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279876059660228926&amp;postID=8761371356118738802' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/8761371356118738802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279876059660228926/posts/default/8761371356118738802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risiebisi.blogspot.com/2007/02/secondo-tentativo-la-focaccia-di-ada.html' title='Secondo tentativo: la focaccia di Ada Boni'/><author><name>izzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299372243099619510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/R1pyqx61SxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/46OkWkhqV74/S220/kergi+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sK--lPZ9xVM/Rd1bKgt7xkI/AAAAAAAAADY/eYxU1Wpe53U/s72-c/focaccia+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
