… Suddenly she came upon a little three-legged table, all made of solid glass; there was nothing on it except a tiny golden key, and A.’s first thought was that it might belong to one of the doors of the hall; but, alas! either the locks were too large, or the key was too small, but at any rate it would not open any of them. However, on the second time round, she came upon a low curtain she had not noticed before, and behind it was a little door about fifteen inches high: she tried the little golden key in the lock, and to her great delight it fitted!
A. opened the door and found that it led into a small passage, not much larger than a rat-hole: she knelt down and looked along the passage into the loveliest garden you ever saw.
How she longed to get out of that dark hall, and wander about among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains, but she could not even get her head through the doorway; ‘and even if my head would go through,’ thought poor A., ‘it would be of very little use without my shoulders. Oh, how I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I think I could, if I only know how to begin.’ For, you see, so many out-of-the-way things had happened lately, that A. had begun to think that very few things indeed were really impossible.
There seemed to be no use in waiting by the little door, so she went back to the table (…) this time she found a little bottle on it, (‘which certainly was not here before,’ said A.,) and round the neck of the bottle was a paper label, with the words ‘DRINK ME’ beautifully printed on it in large letters.(…)
A. ventured to taste it, and finding it very nice, (it had, in fact, a sort of mixed flavour of cherry-tart, custard, pine-apple, roast turkey, toffee, and hot buttered toast,) she very soon finished it off.
‘What a curious feeling!’ said A.; ‘I must be shutting up like a telescope.’ And so it was indeed: she was now only ten inches high, and her face brightened up at the thought that she was now the right size for going through the little door into that lovely garden.
She decided on going into the garden at once; but, alas for poor A.! when she got to the door, she found she had forgotten the little golden key, and when she went back to the table for it, she found she could not possibly reach it: she could see it quite plainly through the glass, and she tried her best to climb up one of the legs of the table, but it was too slippery; and when she had tired herself out with trying, the poor little thing sat down and cried.
‘Come, there’s no use in crying like that!’ said A. to herself, rather sharply.
… and, if after having touched a nettle plant it makes you itch, you just rub the area with a few leaves of mint and it will automatically switch …… Onintza told me, and if she says so ……
- Put 25 cl. of milk in a saucepan and add 50 gr. of sugar. When it comes to a boil, put a handful of leaves and flowers of mint and let steep for 10 minutes.
- Meanwhile, mix 3 egg yolks with 50 g. of sugar until mixture is light and fluffy. Put the milk on the stove and at the first sign of boiling remove the mint, pour the eggs and sugar and mix. Stir constantly and cook without ever boil.
- Remove from heat, add 12 cl. cream, mix well and pour the mixture into ice cream maker for at least 40 minutes. If someone did not have an ice cream maker, place the mixture into a container and put it in the freezer and pull it out every half hour to whip until it acquires the consistency of ice cream.
. 5 minutes before the ice cream is ready, you can add chocolate chips, you only need 50-60 grams.
ZUCCHINI FLOWERS ROMAN STYLE
Pick the flowers very early in the morning. Consider that these flowers are very early risers and if at 6.00 am are already open to the close, and then 10:30 to 11:00 and more difficult to fill them without breaking them.
- Wash in cold water and dry. You can remove the stigma, there will be more space for the filling. I do not take it off. It ‘good to eat.
- Cut the mozzarella into squares and chop anchovies in salt. Fill the flowers very carefully. Close them and put in the fridge until ready to fry.
- At the time of eating, prepare the dough to fry: a little flour + cold water + oil + salt. It must be sturdy enough not to slip away from the flowers.
- Fry and eat hot.
In Italy compartment crazy about these flowers. They are sold in the markets and a bunch of ten flowers costs around 1 euro
They are really delicious!!
.. also gardening is an ephemeral art: it is the spiritual effort of the pursuit of beauty and perfection through care, reproduction and spatial placement of plants according to an ideal aesthetic, aiming to achieve a state of contemplation, of lyricism and exultation. It combines the spiritual thought and senses.
The garden communicates emotions continuously because the living elements that compose it are constantly changing. It causes multi-sensory sensation because in it will incur colors, lights, smells, sounds and elements.
The grain was the beginning.
For part of the world grain signified the beginning of the great civilizations, the accumulation of riches, and the cultivation and search for beauty in all fields. For the first time, thanks to the grain, the population is satiated and this has helped to inculcate a view of the future and eternity in the minds of the people. Since people live projected into the future.
Even in Sardinia it was so. The cultivation of wheat in Sardinia goes back for thousands of years and its territory is full of archaeological remains of magnificent civilizations of different eras that none knows how to give a story ….
Now you tell me, how long it is done without interruption the decorated Sardinian bread loaves the so-called pani pintau? You can imagine how it must be ancient an ephemeral art whose raw materials are flour and water?
My neighbor Mrs. Aurora Lai is the author of this pani pintau above, done in my honor (her words), like an “A”, the initial of my name. A beautiful creation, arduous job, emphatic, complex, infinitely delicate and rich with joyful decorations inspired by lush vegetation … Admiring it is easy to imagine how it can increase the patience and strengthen the will of the artist his work. Zen Buddhism says “any daily toil transcends its material essence to embody a spiritual manifestation that is reflected in movement and step ritual of time.”
The artist working on ephemeral art abandons the dream of his own immortality, however, contributes in the perpetuation, survival and continuity of the ephemeral art in question as his guardian and propagator until passing the baton.
These pieces are fleeting but do not renounce to a vocation of aesthetic perfection.
nd for good sleeping ..
PAPAVER RHOEAS, Poppy Infusion :
- While we wash the petals of poppies in cold water, put half a liter of water to boil + 50 gr. of sugar. Leave it to dissolve.
- Remove water from heat and infuse 50 gr. infusion of petals of poppies in + the juice of half a lemon. If you use dried poppy petals are enough 20 gr. of petals.
- Leave for about ten minutes, then strain through a sieve and it is ready.
You can drink both hot and cold.
It ‘s very beneficial for its sedative effects, calms the nervous excitement and for those who suffer from nocturnal cough, if drunk the night before will ensure a peaceful sleep.
I saw that it fluttered in my garden all elated and … ZUM! it came to mind the song that I sang at school when I was 3 or 4 ….
The things you learn when small, you do never forget !
Tximeleta mendian lore baten gainean,
hegoak geldi zeuzkan gaixoturik zegoan.
Tximeleta bakarrik, tximeleta tristerik.
Nork nahi luke sendatu, tximeletatxo hori?
Lorez lore hor dabil burrun-burrun erlea.
Ikusiko ote du tximeleta gaixoa?
Erleak ikusirik tximeleta gaixorik,
“nik sendatuko zaitut” dio tximeletari.
Tximeleta mendian lore baten gainean.
Poz-pozik esan zion: “mila esker, erlea”.
On a flower, in the mountain, a butterfly can no longer move her wings because she is sick. She is sad and lonely, who will heal her? Nearby there is a bee all hardworking, brrrr-brrrrr jumping from flower to flower. He sees the butterfly and says, < I will heal you! The butterfly healed, very happy, thank the bee ……
I told you, a children’s song ….