grip of a terrible cold, coming from Siberia, is gripping and Italy - at least so says the Colonel Giuliacci during Weather the evening, including all of Europe. Less than a week at Christmas becomes untenable to be waiting for the bus for more than five minutes, do not wear the infamous wool tank top, much like his mother, and the anti-rape pantyhose axillary and not cling to radiators and / or heaters when you are inside their home. The Bel Paese has already started to snow, even at low altitudes. The image of the little house nestled in the snow, with smoke coming out of the fireplace and lighted windows, the fireplace, a bowl of hot soup in his hands, the fleece blanket knees, surrounded by family and the cat rubs on our knees is uplifting and extremely romantic (if we add a garland of holly hanging on the door becomes a perfect Christmas card ). Watching the snow crystals, slightly and slowly sink to the ground, is also very relaxing. Wearing scarf, gloves and boots and go out and make a snowball, regressing at age 5, is dreamy and exciting. For goodness sake, do not put everything in doubt. But, realistically speaking, breaking the illusion given by the result of these images and stories of Christmas advertising of Mulino Bianco cookies, it is very unlikely . With today's times, when all in a hurry, which has a thousand things to think about, a snowfall can be lethal. Perhaps the aversion to snow, I was sent to my mother, always busy to dwell more on the inconvenience that this may cause air pollution agent, rather than on the romantic side (see above). In fact, however, a snowfall as they should, not the snow that melts as soon as it touches the ground, creating the horrible muddy mess, but a good snow soda, egg white and compact as a well-assembled and tall enough, not really the maximum convenience for transport. Who has to take a trip is definitely afraid to do so if the road is covered with snow chains for cars there, but everything is slow and dangerous and a constant nuisance. I'm not referring only to the trip to go to get to the supermarket to buy some smoked salmon at Christmas Eve, rather than to those who have to travel for work, who have to travel to health issues or to visit relatives. In addition there is also saying that while other European countries are all more organized, in Italy, as with any job, it's all disorganized, and before it passes the town to spread the salt to clear roads can also expect until next month, when the snow has melted alone and the first buds begin to sprout. Another reason accomplice of my hatred towards the snow, is the fact that I I've never been in the mountains . No, I've never been there. I have never put a foot pair of skis, I never drank hot chocolate in a cottage, not or never took the cable car. Never in my entire life, while my friends and acquaintances, at least once this experience have proven, but do not we aspire to own, the White Week much prefer a weekend spent in some capital across the Alps. However, I think my most embarrassing, my shame for never having experienced an activity so commonplace (and even admit it when you all look stunned, as if I had put up the antennas, you know, or had become green), my reluctance to foment a snowy landscape as it must, even where it is more common that there is frost and snow, rather than green pastures and temperate climates. We say that sports are not really my strong: even on rink that is regularly improvised in every Italian city to coincide with the arrival of Luna Park, I did my fair slim figures. Once, a Japanese clumsy, falling clings to me, making me fall in a mo 'avalanche of earth, and making me sit down a sheet of ice. Terrifying experience, is the age of ten years since I put a pair of shoes to go on the ice (which also left me blisters on the feet as big as craters on the Moon and painful). So, to As for me, they are welcome snowmen and bleached landscapes, provided that they remain at least 300 miles from me (tolerable those on greeting cards, photographs and virtual and non idyllic squares). As a light snow
icing sugar is placed on the dessert that I propose today: scenic, but also taste delicious the pastry crisp, enveloping the cream (I recommend you try this new recipe I tried for the crust: the total absence of lumps and taste fantastic) and the moist texture of the apples, make this irresistible tart typical winter.
tart apples and custard
Ingredients for
the pastry (the Simili sisters):
200 g flour 00 g butter 100
50 g icing sugar 2 egg yolks a little cold water
a sachet of vanilla / lemon zest (to taste, I put the peel lemon)
for cream: 500 g milk
150 g sugar 2 egg yolks 40 g flour
vanilla extract (or a teaspoon of vanilla extract)
for the topping: 2
Golden Apples ( little apricot jam)
procedure for the pastry: Place the butter
cold from the fridge, cut into small pieces on the flour in a fountain, then crumble quickly with your fingers (passing between thumb and index) together with the flour. As soon as the mixture becomes a kind of flour, place a fountain in the center and put the egg yolks and icing sugar. With a fork, beat the eggs with the sugar initially without adding flour, then slowly incorporating the compound. Using a spatula, work the dough quickly, lifting the sides and pressing down toward the center. If too dry, add a few tablespoons of water (about 3). Continue working the dough with a spatula, without touching it with your hands: Finally, once it reaches the right consistency, roll it on the table with the palm of your hand, do not tighten. Wrap the dough in plastic wrap and refrigerate for half an hour or more.
for the custard: In a saucepan
pour the milk, remaining sugar and vanilla, then let it warm on the stove. Apart lightly beat the egg yolks with the remaining sugar, adding the cornstarch sifted. When milk is hot, but has not reached the boiling point, pour in the beaten egg yolks, mix well and pour it all back into the saucepan. Cook over low heat, stirring constantly with a whisk so as not to attack the compound. When reaches the desired consistency, remove from heat and let cool.
Take the pastry from refrigerator and place on baking paper then goes on the mold (diameter 24 or 26 cm). That it will be quite hard at first, give her shots with a rolling pin, as flat as possible, roll it out until the end. Place baking paper on baking sheet and finish the edges. Drill holes on the base with a fork, put on a sheet of baking paper and dried beans, and cook in white in a preheated oven at 200 degrees for 10 minutes.
When it is ready, remove from oven, remove beans and paper, and pour over the custard.
Peel apples and cut into thin slices, through little water to avoid oxidation (or use lemon juice). Arrange the slices on the cream, giving it a circular shape. Bake the tart
in a preheated oven at 180 degrees for 35 minutes. After it baked, if you want it shiny appearance of the apple slices, brush a bit 'of apricot jam, if not, let cool and sprinkle with powdered sugar. Place the tart in the refrigerator for at least two hours before serving.
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