Among the typical tasks of the "adult world" is certainly one of shopping: when, as a child, my mother placed me on the seat of the truck for children, those shelves watched with great curiosity, Vole lot of slipping sneak cans improper when my predecessor was busy doing other things. The world of super or hyper or local market as it is, has always fascinated me: the careful choice of thousands of products, new flavors to experience. None of this seemed so much a necessity as a pleasure. Now, shopping is more a looming that I necessarily do when I get back to Florence. Obtain food is still a need that goes back to the appearance of the first man on earth, not to mention the animal species that have gone before us. If in ancient weapons used were spears, arrows and a good dose of courage to face a mammoth of big size, munirci now we have a cart, shopping bag (preferably in the canvas bag, environmentally friendly and reusable) and bag. Key ingredient to address Coop, Esselunga, Penny Market, Ikea, Obi that is, it is also an excessive amount of patience. The supermarket has been virtually transformed into a veritable jungle social . As soon as you cross the threshold provided with automatic sliding doors, we are faced with the most varied types of people. There is the old lady who stops in front of the yogurt, wondering if those plum will be more effective to improve its peristalsis. There is the old man who settles his spectacles on his nose trying to decipher the shopping list written to his wife or daughter, and that is precisely the square in the middle of the corridor by preventing access to mandarins. There is the mom with the little spoiled in tow, who do not care if they run, crying and screaming derailed your cart, most of the time these cute little creatures just take the license from the board just gobble snacks-fridge, without the parents of the need to stop him. There is a single hardened, now loyal to the usual products: among them, summer and winter, there are hot dogs and bags of precooked foods. There is a pain in the neck that tears at the poor actors involved to carry crates of bananas or store the cans of beans in their place, making pretend not to notice the very explanatory panels placed on each division to show what you can find. There is a / the smart / she wants to jump the queue at all costs, even if you are at the cash fast: in most cases are the same as they pass in front at the post office or bank. There is the family: mother, father, children, grandparents, uncles and cousins \u200b\u200ball together at the supermarket, like a trip out-door. They invade whole corridors like a herd of buffalo, and if you need to escape immediately nearby or wedged on the shelf near you. There is an animal lover, filling the basket of treats to feed and salmon flavored with paprika, who cares more about his friend four (or two) legs (or fins) than himself. There is a careful line in perpetual diet, which should be sent to the department "health products" and that then is the time to look (without touching, mind you!) Departments that have "frozen" and "candy, snacks and snack foods, "yearning for a bit of chocolate biscuit. And finally there is the foodblogger, perennial undecided that shopping is an art, if you ask for one time can be overdriven, and buy the vanilla instead of ' natural vanilla extract that is particularly good and healthy but it costs about three times more. And the basmati rice is perhaps better to buy a NaturaSì ? And there is no difference between the peppercorns and the grinding? Here, the foodblogger going to the grocery store must take into account that for the next two hours will not be available.
Today I leave you the recipe for a sort of experiment: I put together several recipes in circulation (on the web and otherwise) of strudel, sweet typical winter, which brings me back to the memory of those delightful Christmas markets in Trentino Alto -Adige, surely getting a positive outcome. I opted for a mixture with ricotta cheese and a filling with apples, rather than to tradition. The fact is that I was really undecided ... or not a foodblogger?
ricotta strudel with apples
Ingredients
for the dough: 100 g flour 00
85 g sugar 100 g butter 75 g ricotta
a teaspoon of baking powder
a teaspoon of vanilla extract for the filling: 3 apples
Golden
60
g brown sugar 50 g raisins 30 g pine nuts
3 heaping tablespoons of bread crumbs
zest of one lemon and juice of half a pinch of cinnamon
to brush: 30 g butter
procedure
for the dough:
Change to the mixer the flour, sugar and butter. Also add cottage cheese, baking powder and vanilla. Blend until creamy and smooth, forming a ball (if is too soft, stir in a bit 'of flour), cover with plastic wrap and refrigerate for at least an hour before bedtime.
for the filling: Place the raisins in
soaked in a cup of warm water. Meanwhile, peel and cut apples into pieces not too thin, then sprinkle with lemon juice. Sauté the breadcrumbs on the heat with a knob of butter (about 2 minutes), add the lemon zest, cinnamon and sugar. Stir and add the apples and raisins wrung out.
Roll out the dough, which must be thin on a sheet of floured waxed paper. Arrange evenly over the filling, then, taking care not to break the dough, wrap it carefully, until you get a "roll" to brush with melted butter, place on baking sheet covered after baking paper. Bake at 180 degrees for 40-45 minutes. Wait until it becomes lukewarm, then sprinkle with powdered sugar and serve.
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