mercoledì 11 novembre 2009

Cheese cake



Ingredienti:

200 g di biscotti sbriciolati
2 cucchiai di burro fuso (forse anche un pò di più..)

Unire per fare la base e mettere in frigo

3 tuorli d'uovo
100 g di zucchero
400 g di panna montata a neve
1 bustina di vanillina

Amalgamare tutto e spalmare sulla base. Decorare a piacere.

PS: lo so, la mia cheese cake assomiglia a una strage sanguinosa di non so cosa, ma vi assicuro che è il succo delle amarene!

lunedì 9 novembre 2009

OZ


Aboriginal legend tells us that The Coloured Sands were formed as follows:


"Way back in dream-time, there lived on the banks of the Noosa River a beautiful black maiden called Murrawar who fell in love with the Rainbow, which came to visit her here every morning. She would clap her hands and sing to this lovely rainbow.

One day the Burwilla, a very bad man from a distant tribe, stole Murrawar for his slave wife, beating her cruelly and making her do all his work, while he sat in the shade admiring his terrible killing boomerang. This boomerang was bigger than the biggest tree and full of evil spirit.

One day Murrawar ran away and as she hurried along the beach, which was all flat in those days, she looked back and saw Burwilla's boomerang coming to kill her. Calling out for help, she fell to the ground too frightened to run.

Suddenly she heard a loud noise in the sky and saw her faithful Rainbow racing towards her across the sea. The wicked boomerang attacked the brave Rainbow and they met with a roar like thunder, killing the boomerang instantly and shattering the Rainbow into many small pieces.

Alas, the poor sick and shattered Rainbow lay on the beach to die and is still there with all its colours, forming the hills along the beach."

Geologists say that the sands are stained by decaying vegetable matter as it seeps through. Geologists are full of shit.

domenica 8 novembre 2009

sabato 7 novembre 2009

In palla

Perchè sono così brava a perdere del tempo prezioso per la tesi in tutte le maniere possibili e immaginabili?
Perchè leggo mille libri e nessuno che riguardi la tesi?
Perchè guardo l'orologio e mi accorgo che sono passate 2 ore e io ho scritto soltanto un rigo?
Perchè metto in ordine la stanza quando non me ne è mai fregato niente dell'ordine?
Basta, mi stanno venendo i sensi di colpa anche scrivendo sul mio blog. Me ne vado.