Triglycerides More Condition_symptoms

stork for ...

Eight months ago

my best friend

discovered he had a life in the womb tiny

as a lentil ...

and eight months

quella vita che si sviluppava

e si preparava a venire al mondo

ha avuto come nome Lenticchia...

per noi resterà sempre Lenticchia

perchè l'abbiamo amata fin da subito

ma per il mondo da oggi

Lenticchia si chiamerà Isabella ...

I had planned to create a beautiful stork birth

this month before the expected date of birth ...

but tonight knowing he was about to be born

I created what you see in the picture,

I only used what I had at home ...

I am proud of it,

morning I left to post

tomorrow and will get through ...

what do you think will suit even if it is not classic?

Duodenal Ulcer More Condition_symptoms

SAUCE LENTIL PHEASANT IN THE HEART OF THE RISOTTO

Description: I was eager to use any of the products of Cascina San Cassiano, so I used the pheasant ragout with the first recipe that came in mind ... è stato un piatto insolito ma di gusto, non pensante ma particolare, il vasetto che vedete nella foto sottostante è bastato per 4 di questi sformatini (quelli di alluminio usa e getta)

questo buon ragù pronto è perfetto per condirci pasta lessa,o arricchire un semplice risotto o essere spalmato su pane e crostini

Ingredienti per4:

• 240g di riso
• 2 egg
• saffron
• butter
• chopped onion (one piece)
• white wine
• broth
• grated Parmesan
• breadcrumbs
• a jar of sauce pheasant Cascina San Cassiano

Procedure:

1. turn the oven to 200 °
2. bring the broth to a boil
3. butter and sprinkle with bread crumbs 4 vaschettine Aluminum
4. melt the butter in a frying pan and fry the onion
5. toast the rice and blend of white wines
6. cover with broth and cook for 10 minutes
7. add the saffron dissolved in two tablespoons of broth
8. remove from heat when the broth is dry and stir with fomaggio
9. join the egg yolks and mix well
10. cover the bottom with rice and side of pans aluminum
11. ourselves in the middle of a spoonful of sauce pheasant
12. cover with more rice and compact
13. cospargere di formaggio e infornare fino a doratura per 15 minuti
14. sfornarli e farli riposare
15. sformarli e servirli con besciamella, o sugo semplice o altra salsa

Myelodysplastic Syndrome More Condition_symptoms

RICH IN MY SPAGHETTI MEAT LOAF

Descrizione: non avevo mai fatto un polpettone, così una settimana fa impastando senza seguire nessuna ricetta è venuto fuori inaspettatamente un polpettone buono, non secco, non pastoso e non pesante, lo posto per conservarmi la ricetta e per condividerla... ho rifatto the same dough yesterday because I was used to make a recipe for a contest, but as an experiment could be unpleasant (the post it Tuesday) I used a little and the rest has been transformed into a meatloaf to more rounds of filling

so here's the recipe ...

Ingredients:

• 1kg of minced beef from selected adult
• 500g minced veal
• 2 eggs
• salt
• pepper
• nutmeg
• much grated parmesan
• 2 ounces of ham
• 2 ounces of sliced \u200b\u200bcheese (fontina or Emmental)

Procedure:

1. impastare per bene con le mani le due carni in una ciotola capiente
2. sbattere leggermente le uova con sale, pepe e noce moscata
3. amalgamare le uova alla carne
4. aggiungere man mano parmigiano fin quando l'impasto risulta più liscio e compatto
5. stendere l'impasto su un foglio di carta forno
6. porre le fette di prosciutto sulla sfoglia di carne lasciando una cornice di 2 cm just
7. lay the slices of cheese on the ham
8. roll up the meat with the help of the greaseproof paper
9. seal for good with his hands openings and side seam
10. put in a pan and cover with parchment paper (I was afraid not cuocesse inside and outside burns)
11. bake in the oven and set it off 180 °
12. cook for about 1 hour since the temperature has been reached
13. churn and drain any liquid products from
14. keep it aside until ready to prepare the meal by placing it in the middle of a round baking dish with boiled potatoes into pieces and dressed all in oven and cook
15. or serve immediately with slices of mashed potatoes or other vegetables

Signs Of A Stroke More Condition_symptoms

In the ship's direction

I understand that sometimes certain things it's harder said than done. And when you're dancing, if you throw it without thinking too much, then dances even better.

I get a smile that opens more doors of a pick, but also that the firm , the ' order and discipline are essential if you want to reach the goal fixed in advance. I had already realized that the more I move away from the other, the more I can get close to me, but I figured maybe just now (or rather, I had confirmation) that I'm alone I can be happy. Without having to seek my happiness in another person.
I realized that I live in different souls, seemingly in contradiction, but having each a whole is something of me, like a hand, foot and eye. Although so different. And I realized that people tend to trust me, mainly because I can be as silent as a tomb. I understand that
am what I am and I can not wear any masks other than my too long. And I knew just looking around, seeing me in the world around me, even in the little things, and saying " Yes, that I am . Then I realized that I like myself as they are and for that alone I have to be happy .
I realized that almost no one can really understand me, ma di questo me ne curo molto poco.

Tante altre cose ancora non ho capito, ma questo è un Viaggio che, inshallah , forse non finirà mai.

[Stasera in cielo erano chiare le stelle mentre fumavo lentamente la mia pipa. Segnali, simboli, la mia rotta tracciata]

Vinicio Capossela Travel is always more important than the loot. And it's easy to get people back to win and remember if there is something more important. Foose also the only breeze on your face. These days the streets of downtown are clogged because of

party. This morning, true to myself, I rode in the direction opposite to the cheering crowd. In front of my sea I have re-embraced me. Salt and tobacco. Always smile when things and situations around me remind me of who I am, how I live, I will. E 'in moments like this that really the journey continues, the wind fills the sails and the route seems to be a trail of light on paper. A short-sleeved

the Sun close to me, lying on a bench in lava rock. Black like my soul. In front of my sea, behind a bushy beard, with songs of seagulls, my breath.

Free. From the past, pain, memories.

No more tears, no regrets for what I have just lost or perhaps never had. Come and go on this sea. The search continues. This I am. Invincible, as before.
Image, Internet sources.