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nickkahler:

David Powell, Portrait of the Puppet Trixie la Brique, 1981

nickkahler:

David Powell, Portrait of the Puppet Trixie la Brique, 1981

clashofstarks:

it don’t run in our blood

I almost died.

(via kaw)

The Grand Risotto Challenge - 1
Initially I wanted to use sheep ricotta, but I bumped into this awesomely cheap goat one, which I personally love. I cooked a meal for three.
240gr rice (I used some anonymous fino I had)
100gr goat ricotta
1 bundle of fresh-boiled asparagus
2 huge scallions
1 clove of garlic
3 dried chilli peppers
1 tsp paprika
salt & black pepper
1 glass of rosè wine
vegetable stock
asparagus cooking water
olive oil
Preheat a large pan and toast the rice until it’s golden, and set aside. Heat up a bit the olive oil (I usually use one tbps), and saute the scallion and the garlic finely chopped. When it’s golden add the rice, put some wine, then add the chopped asparagus, paprika, crushed chili pepper and black pepper, then gradually add their cooking water and the vegetable stock. Let it cook until it is creamy and tender.
Finally add ricotta and some salt as you like it, eventually some more rosè wine to let it be creamy, never let the rice become too sticky or dry out. Turn off the fire. Now can add grated parmesan or pecorino as you like, or even some uncooked olive oil once it’s in the plate!
Let it rest a little bit and serve!

The Grand Risotto Challenge - 1

Initially I wanted to use sheep ricotta, but I bumped into this awesomely cheap goat one, which I personally love. I cooked a meal for three.

Preheat a large pan and toast the rice until it’s golden, and set aside. Heat up a bit the olive oil (I usually use one tbps), and saute the scallion and the garlic finely chopped. When it’s golden add the rice, put some wine, then add the chopped asparagus, paprika, crushed chili pepper and black pepper, then gradually add their cooking water and the vegetable stock. Let it cook until it is creamy and tender.

Finally add ricotta and some salt as you like it, eventually some more rosè wine to let it be creamy, never let the rice become too sticky or dry out. Turn off the fire. Now can add grated parmesan or pecorino as you like, or even some uncooked olive oil once it’s in the plate!

Let it rest a little bit and serve!

Dear Diary, my teen angst bullshit has a body count.

—Veronica (Heathers, 1988)

(Source: themiracleofresurrection)

furippupauplus:

reapergrellsutcliff:

Fashions of the Future as Imagined in 1893

Illustrations from “Future Dictates of Fashion” by W. Cade Gall that was published in the January 1893 issue of The Strand magazine.

shockingly accurate besides the hats.

(via tacitpact)

(via kaz666)

rospeinfrantumi:

• Bevete più latte / rimedio sovrano per tutte le età

Anche per gli intolleranti al lattosio (di ogni età), Federico Fellini ha steso su pellicola la réclame più ossessiva, pervasiva e veritiera dello stato della cosa Italia.
L’EUR, che già non è più quello dei deliri urbanistici degli anni Quaranta e non è ancora quello dei ministeriali di oggi, è il teatrino effimero in cui mi sembra di afferrare l’Italia intera (come sempre simile a sé stessa: teatro di marmo e cartone).

Lo dico (più per essere onesto con me stesso che per giocare a fare il critico cinematografaro) Le tentazioni del dottor Antonio è il più bel film di Federico Fellini, e qui Ennio, Peppino e Nino sono stati eccezionali.



Boccaccio ’70

1962, film in 4 atti per 4 registi (Monicelli / Renzo e Luciana | Fellini / Le tentazioni del dottor Antonio | Visconti / Il lavoro | De Sica / La riffa)


per chi vuole: http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boccaccio_’70

captainofalltheships:

Chrys watches GoT [x]

Lately I’ve been having loads of problem with my family (as you might have noticed from my whiny lame text posts, if you follow me). My mother can’t stand me any longer, whilst my brother is like “why the hell did you have to come back home in the first place? go get a life, dude”.
I’m desperately trying to make myself useful, to get them to accept me. So I cook, clean, help in all the ways I can.
Today I have sort of decided to make up this “bossy” challenge, just to try to put some fun in our everyday routine.I already know that mother is going to freak out because she’s a silly pasta monster, but I don’t know what to do about this whole living together any more.
I can’t leave the house, I don’t have anywhere else to go, I can’t just praise third parties to host me until I will finally leave.
I’m even tired to pretend we are happy and easy going while I’m crying on the inside everyday because I would love to have a supportive and loving family rather than a mother who is ashamed of me for silly reasons (e.g. I’m vegetarian, I dress in weird ways, I get angry at xenophobic discussions, I say something too brilliant for her, and such), a self-centred narcissistic brother who just wants me to leave the house because he’s bothered by the fact that I breath his same oxygen (he’s not that bad, but lately he has been really dull to me because of this whole being bothered by my mere presence in the house), and a conservative bossy (and madly racist), raging man as mother’s living-in fiancée.
Not to mention my slightly mental father.
Oh god, who am I tricking? with those premises is just silly.
Oh, whatever, I’m just turning this positive oriented post in a whiny one.
LET JUST RISOTTO BE.

Lately I’ve been having loads of problem with my family (as you might have noticed from my whiny lame text posts, if you follow me). My mother can’t stand me any longer, whilst my brother is like “why the hell did you have to come back home in the first place? go get a life, dude”.

I’m desperately trying to make myself useful, to get them to accept me. So I cook, clean, help in all the ways I can.

Today I have sort of decided to make up this “bossy” challenge, just to try to put some fun in our everyday routine.
I already know that mother is going to freak out because she’s a silly pasta monster, but I don’t know what to do about this whole living together any more.

I can’t leave the house, I don’t have anywhere else to go, I can’t just praise third parties to host me until I will finally leave.

I’m even tired to pretend we are happy and easy going while I’m crying on the inside everyday because I would love to have a supportive and loving family rather than a mother who is ashamed of me for silly reasons (e.g. I’m vegetarian, I dress in weird ways, I get angry at xenophobic discussions, I say something too brilliant for her, and such), a self-centred narcissistic brother who just wants me to leave the house because he’s bothered by the fact that I breath his same oxygen (he’s not that bad, but lately he has been really dull to me because of this whole being bothered by my mere presence in the house), and a conservative bossy (and madly racist), raging man as mother’s living-in fiancée.

Not to mention my slightly mental father.

Oh god, who am I tricking? with those premises is just silly.

Oh, whatever, I’m just turning this positive oriented post in a whiny one.

LET JUST RISOTTO BE.