Saturday, March 20, 2010

Timewarner Cable Modem Voip

blueberry cheesecake and artichokes stewed


This is the cake she ate yesterday for dessert. The recipe is taken from the book Baking with Thermomix.



The original recipe is made with gelatin cover and jam, but after trying it several times with this coverage, although the view is prettier I personally prefer it only covered with jam blueberries.

jam with coverage is a homemade cake, soft and refreshing.

Although the original recipe says "stand for an hour in the refrigerator at least, appreciates the time to rest in the refrigerator. From one day to take another body and is exquisite.

Ingredients

Base

- 80 g. butter, at room temperature.
-200 g. Neapolitan cookies. (Pongo Digestive biscuits)


Fill

- 250 g. water.
- 1 packet lemon jelly
- 400 g. Philadelphia cheese
- 200 g. cream
- 40 g. sugar.


Cover (The recipe in the book)

- 200 g. strawberry jam, raspberry, plum, etc., at his option.
- 2 tablespoons lemon juice
- 3 teaspoons of gelatine (15 g approximately)
- 50 g. water


The cover I use is simply a pot of blueberry jam.


Preparation


- Place the cookies on the glass and spray 5 seconds, speed 10.

- Add butter and mix 5 seconds, speed 5.

- Cover the bottom with the preparation of a 24-round springform pan or 26 cm. in diameter, pressing with fingers to make it compact. Book in the freezer while making filling.

Fill

- Pour water into the bowl and set 5 minutes, 100 º, speed 1.

- Add in order, gelatin, cheese, cream and sugar. Programming mix 20 seconds, speed 5.

- Remove mold from freezer and pour the mixture into it. Save in the refrigerator until the filling solidifies (approximately two to three hours)


Coverage

- Place all ingredients in glass and set 3 minutes, 80 °, speed 2.

- let cool and pour over the cake and curd. Book the cake in the refrigerator for at least an hour.


Saturday, March 6, 2010

Europeansoccerplayers

Goodbye Girl Friday's

Well, it's a little weird giving this explanation to those who follow this blog, and everything said in this space is written in the form of poems or stories. I never spoke directly to those who read in first person, but this time it deserves.
This blog came to an end.
There are no more nothing to say. After nearly three years in which I found myself with words, pictures and wonderful people. Reflections shared with men and women who like this blog and thoroughly enjoyed every expression of support, every compliment, every comment with good vibes, as well as all the good articles I could read in each of their sites. Blog
The process was sufficiently long for him to say anything he wanted or felt it was worthy of being published. What prevailed was always respect the artistic criteria and the good vibes and hope that those who passed and come here, I understand that.
At a time evolution of the blog came to an end. It is very difficult, at least for me, to reach an innovative after so long and so much related. I think the loyalty of readers like you, the worst thing I can do is start repeating myself, start to miss the originality and freshness, or worse yet, start doing more of the same, automatically.
remain, of course, each issue with their texts and photos. Some more inspired, some more with the floor, but always trying to give the most genuine I had to give at that time and all I could offer my artistic abilities. Each of these publications shows a bit of aesthetic and literary way meant to get to this place. And why not, reflects something of what was happening to me too, at least in the essence of each story.
I never tire of thanking every visit and every time someone has taken to read. Although it is true that this blog is my original, it is also true that it is no longer mine, now belongs to every girl who spent Friday here, every writer, every photograph, every second and every word. Perhaps it was never anyone else. Maybe it was always those things that generate the imagination, pictures and letters that made this a three-year long history culminating in the best possible ending, feeling that there is no longer a girl of Friday and has begun to have, fortunately, one of every day, possibly for the rest of the days to come.

I'm still writing, of course, other things in other blogs, which are related to other reasons that I carry in my life now. Ending this space is to give beginning to something new that is coming, not only in what I write, inevitably, what I am. I do not regret a single comma or one take if each of them brought me to this present. Thanks
"Friday's Girls", thank you readers.




Farewell Paul

Can Anxiety Cause Tingling In Finger Tips



2009-2010 Girl Friday, yes.

And Saturdays and Sundays

And also on Monday

Tuesdays Wednesdays Thursdays


And again on Friday.

Towels With Gold And Black






I have the sad eyes and you've got Chinese eyes.
to me and pulled the field
you're too patrician park.
I was brown when he had hair.
To you you like the blonde on the shoulder.
I like football
though my father never took me to the court
and you do not even know how many are in a court of raising you
despite the return of the "balloon."
I danced folklore at a time,
you dance tango every week,
I have a fear of not living up to any circumstance

and you've got phobias of abandonment.
without peer? Looking at us from afar
distrust
huddled in the cold of summers past,
sipping wine and blood
the front and back of the night.
To you I liked the long hair.
I really liked mushy.
And yet look how sometimes you end up being
things
That in the most distant of self
It is what you always wanted to be in front.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Denise Milani Breast Expension

The most stupid reason



I went from believing that one can get
to live without pain and without fear.
And yet I encourage you to live to regret that I have no
light that shines without such tones.
love that I have not look without those notes.
Sorry, but there is something dark
in the sea of \u200b\u200bmy conscience and my nostalgia.
The road would be easy,
nobody ever promised us that. But to lack

cut not to meet with the pain?

"At the end we left?
the end was what we most feared. We stayed

pain

And nothing more.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Increase Mount Blade Soldiers





Angelito from heaven, grain of salt
Celebration of pupils eager Rocío
cool morning, which is impregnated
in memory of good memories
7 pain in your story 3 boats

9 auroras
730 days filled with the voices of singers and thugs kissing

saudades
other times huge and answers questions

infinitely small. Dark-eyed Princess

Of sleepless nights and laughter
Princess
Fingers sharp tongue against

hot sensuality and a beautiful ass ...
be a thousand prayers for the soul of the devil
lost in those curves
many nights as needed, provided
meet redemptions that give caliber
angels of this heaven ...