Friday, January 14, 2011

Diabetic Exchange Amounts

Rosy

This is not a place for anorexics

free advice: if you have a straight pull peckish. Otherwise, by entering into this microscopic diner Corso Vittorio Emanuele Modica you feel guilty about not being able to consume the entirety of a mammoth that is known this rustic grill. Founded in 1995 by Mrs. Iozzia, today the restaurant is run by a nice harem that includes the woman's son Joseph, Elisa, Federica, sometimes barely visible behind the bar filled. Svuotiamolo a little then! Let's start with the arancine : stout, the crunchy breading (the bit that has a bun in the teeth of small pleasures of life that only they can understand my peers in Sicily) and the seasoning is distributed in generous quantities. If I may just prefer the rice a little bit a 'juicier but the fact remains that these arancine remain among my favorites and among those I recommend most. Huge scacce with pastry rolled a bit 'thicker than other caterers but probably necessary to contain the filling tasty and plentiful. Noteworthy also pastiera giants - some people dinner with one of these! - And buccaturedde (spinach, broccoli) by the thick paste and crispy. The pizza is average, but nothing exceptional. The exception comes when instead of the kitchen is carried in triumph (pass me a bit 'of color, come on) the pan with the unobtainable. The tomasini . Fanfare and mouth openings for these colossal tomasini ricotta, egg, sausage and caciotta to be able to suppress the appetite even more emphatic: juicy and perfumed in the sauce, the soft dough. Absolutely delicious, but I defy you to eat more than one.


Additional
  • The casts potatoes, onion and parsley and arancine;
  • I tomasini, ça va sans dire;

unsolicited advice
The video on the website is nice, but music Jamm 'Bell' style is unbearable.


Contacts
Corso Vittorio Emanuele, 2
Tel 0932-942728

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Rotisserie Bar Catering

Granite Christmas
"Who's priculu? was asked once in the presence of young women as an act of extreme respect. Danger - danger - is that the young man in question was to take care not to become pregnant and still see that by appointing foods out of season or cooking food very appetizing could arouse in her a desire . The sin of gluttony would move with sudden indelible mark on the little body of the unborn child as a punishment for the greed of his mother unless you had made appropriate "emergency operations" or, better choice, not the poor husband is forced to a frantic search for tunnina oranges in January or in August. Other times, other times really.

A lengthy introduction, I admit. But when I called to mind the cultural superstitions undergrowth is because in the past Rosy Bar would be a worthy ally in the fulfillment of mad culinary cravings maternity . good iced coffee with cream and pastries at Christmas Modica is not easily ... You read that right, slush in December. I consumed during this the Christmas period, while not pregnant, and I really appreciate it! But Rosy Bar in Via Risorgimento Pinelli family worth a visit even beyond this freak out of season: report of the Gambero Rosso in 2010 must mean something, right? The croissants are fragrant, good leavening even though sometimes I crumble upon (pastry worked too fast, or maybe I just eat with the same grace of a child of five years). Of note, among others, the delicate croissant with cheese and cream to white, well-bound and soft taste: to be clear, you'll not take taste of vanilla in the mouth of some croissants from roadside restaurants, but a pleasant aftertaste of vanilla and lemon. Also excellent cakes and pastries for breakfast on Sunday. In particular, the fragrance ' mpanatigghie small but well-inflated with the right soft stuffing of the prevalence of chocolate. On the other biscuits I ever tasted but not having them pronounce the appearance looks good. Sure to try the chocolate bars Modica, that Mr. Pinelli also produces a curious giant size. Grainy and the flavor, the chocolate is available in classic flavors, but if you want to try the highest level of taste to citrus fruits or nuts from Piedmont. What carob instead, I was not particularly excited.

Ice and slush make a fine shows, as I stressed before, even in winter: a delicious taste with cream and pistachios, sensational chocolate, coffee and cheese. Note on (especially for those who, like me, do not adore this taste) for the lemon ice cream, slightly sour and rather pleasantly creamy. From then try the spumoni coffee coupled with almond granita. Last but not least - it is appropriate to say - the cremolate . True velvety fruit ice, like a granita to the cube, are the pride of the Rosy Bar: Unbelievable that the strawberries with whipped cream (let's not miss anything) and that of figs and nuts. Too sweet Instead, for my taste although the cremolata Cantalupo is accompanied by a savory slice of prosciutto ham and ... cremolata already. The newlyweds are warned.

Additional
The cremolate and slush.

Contacts
Via Risorgimento, 4 / b - Modica (Rg) 0932-906649

www.rosybar.it
info@rosybar.it

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Sunday, January 9, 2011

San Francisco Cruising Spots

Crrrrak

Only now I realize how damn big this city. Now that I'm in a hurry, now that I have to walk every mile on foot trying to get to a point that seems unattainable. What happened in that room, the incident, the phone call, and now this crazy race. Sverre I think from time to time ... also do not see very well, the blood continues to colarmi inside the eye. I think I wounded in the face, but I do not know when and I do not know how serious this thing. But I do not care. I do not care pain and anger I feel, I do not care that the cold I grab my throat at every step, I do not care a shred of proof that I lose by joining in the interweaving of scaffolding pipes.

I'm pretty sure that this town hate me deeply, it has always done everything to impede their lives ... traffic in important meetings with the operation of public transport when my mill refused to do what I wanted, smoke, smog, I stop permanently the nose, the queues for anything, the market, the newsagent, to the bathroom , the cinema, to the cemetery ... and now this.

while running at breakneck speed these menate thinking, someone has the idea kind of tripped me. Roll on the ground, pararmi trying to face with her hands. I realize how strong were running only when I'm going to slam my back against a garbage can that reminds me against the wall. I stay a moment on the ground with the thought of how mutual hatred between me and this place. I'm not a disgruntled, so I get up, anxious to know the funny guy who showed me this trick. I raise my blood from my eyes and try to focus. I notice with pleasure that the pranksters are two of the hood ... and they also can not believe it. One of them approached me with a knife that looks more like a machete and breaks the ice by saying:

"hello dude, just give us everything you have ... or spread your casings on the sidewalk! "

and I thought I would invite to the prom

" feel beautiful "I say" we remain yet to play with you bad guys, but seriously, I hurry to go somewhere, so I say immediately that it was an evening of shit and I think that it has yet to sink in the sewage before it runs out, so get out of the way because I have to give a shit "

maybe I was a bit 'hard, I think I hurt his feelings. In fact here is that other one who was standing on the sidelines shooting at me without realizing it in time to face, and I spring a good fist of those facts right, right in the stomach. I lose my breath say ten seconds, at which time the type continues to fight as if it were a drum. They begin to hum the ears and my vision becomes blurred as if it were not enough, try something in the pockets of instinct to defend myself, I grab the phone and with all the strength that I have the antenna sticking in the throat. I feel that his trachea hole, the guy can not cry even though I know it would do so, you only hear a gurgling like a drain lazy. As it falls down his friend with a straight thrust the knife test to my stomach, so luckily the adrenaline-packed that I jump back, grabbed his arm with one hand and with my free arm give him a nice elbow on the snout. I admit to being pleased when I understand, from the noise, that's some teeth were broken. I take advantage of his surprise that I was break his arm while holding, bending sharply on my shoulder. The knife fell from his hands, he might cry, and do it loudly. I pick up the knife from the ground and I put it in my pocket, I think very well replace my old phone that at least something, tonight is served. I try to piece together a coherent thought, but the screams and the blood will not help me at all. The guy I hit in the throat to the ground unconscious, perhaps dead. The fumbled in his pockets and find the keys that could be a machine.

tour a couple of streets, I find that a van parked across the air to say "hey I'm invisible, not notice me." I try to insert the key into the lock, it goes! I go up and put in motion.

my eye goes to the clock on the dashboard, finally, I know how much time passed from the accident and all the rest ... beautiful full four hours. Shit! It 'very late. Thrust your foot on the accelerator, at least no one on the street at this time. In ten minutes added to the building where I live. Running down the hall and I sling. The elevator is broken, right ... thirteen floors on foot. Many curses later, I arrive at the floor. I take the knife from his pocket, just in case we need to make a phone call to someone. Inside thirty. It 's my. The door is turn, seems to have been opened so unkind to someone who had the keys. She had not, but not needed. I open slowly ... I think someone had a party in my absence. I do a lap with a little 'attention, but there is no one, no longer at least. Reversed as the library desk, paper everywhere, broken lamps, etc. ... What worries me most, however, is a halo of burning on the walls, the wallpaper is horrible all blackened, and there are glimpses of strange on the sofas and curtains. Are long and deep. What on earth has happened here ...?

I sit a moment on what remains of my favorite chair, and I try to put together the pieces, reconstruct at least what could happen, to have a shred of trail to follow. I keep my head in his hands, his elbows resting on knees. I close my eyes. I see them and cover immediately. On the floor. Drops of a liquid black. I get up and look around on the floor, there are others. They form a small trail, follow her, goes to the bathroom. In fact I had not checked during the first round. I open the door without even a knife in his hand, e. .. oh christ! A show

horrible for me. I find two bodies in my bathtub, turned in upon themselves three or four times, they seem to what remains of your car when you put them in the press from the scrap yard. I do not think they have bones intact, not one. The strange thing, that is even stranger is that there is not even a drop of blood, nothing. Seem dry. In their eyes open yet is read perfectly the horror and pain you have endured. I had to reach before, Smeison When I phoned to tell me that here was bringing home, I heard that he was agitated, perhaps already knew what he was chasing, and is now reduced to a cube in my process, even Rich curse were my friends were helping me ... and I have them paid off well.

My mind is blank and I'm sorry for my friends, but I can not but be grateful that in the tank, there is also his body. They took her away, but at least it's alive I'm not sure if they wanted it out would have done it here, but seems to serve the living. I absolutely must find out who and why ... I have to organize. The trace of dark spots on the floor which of course stops the window is broken. I look down. I do not know why but I have the distinct feeling that those who have not taken away is gone from here by walking ...

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Menopause' More Condition_symptoms

Newfoundland

Although it hard to believe, the bill is the right
Not too far from Cava Gisan, strategically located between Modica and Marina di Modica, this family-run farm welcomes you in a friendly and relaxed. Nestled in the countryside of Modica has six large, airy rooms, swimming pool, children's playground and the possibility of handling (at least, I saw the horses in the vicinity and I assumed that the farm belonged, however, you ask). It is not easy to find but if you take the road opposite the petrol station on the old road of Marina and follow the signs you should have no problems whatsoever.

The kitchen of the farmhouse is typical of regional pride to earth, easy and tasty although you can take fish or different from those dishes on the menu. I've never tried cooking fish given by Mr. Garofalo - the operator of the farm - but if you select the "standard" go on the safe side. The menu Abundance. Curious name, whose meaning will be clear once you start your lunch. Open dances a rich variety of appetizers that can swing in the composition according to season and availability of food: green olives, cheese , Capula , grilled eggplant and zucchini (once also were served exceptional grilled potatoes . You say, that's great in a grilled potato? Try and then tell me), slices of tomato breadcrumbs (I eat a disproportionate amount) pork jelly, scacce , arancinette and caponata. If you are not gluttons stomach avoided particularly large to accompany the appetizer with bread or you will be forced to leave the rest. Do not forget, we are still starters.

Amarcord - lunch with a group of friends from northern Newfoundland. Real dialogue:
Friend: - We've brought in a place where the food is homemade really!
Archestratus : - Why? Do not you like?
Friend : - No, you're kidding? But bring all dishes at once, not even two ricotta ravioli with tomato sauce you have made us a head like this ...
Archestratus : - Look, this is just the appetizer!
Friend : - What? And where I put the whole 'this stuff now?

do not know if I get the idea. Next round: the first two to be chosen. Applause for ricotta ravioli with the sauce : excellent final consistency and cooking as well as the filling, seasoned with marjoram that gives that "bit more". Excellent sauce, which reveals a basic strattu enhanced by the homemade fennel and chopped pork stew. I also got to taste the sweet ravioli with sauce (a variant that I found quite common among housewives Iblean): the combination is unusual, but not for me. There are also great with standard cavatelli (a touch of kindness further the idea of \u200b\u200bbringing to the table and ricotta salata and grated cheese and leave the choice to you) but if you love cooking iblea force you to choose lolli 'nt maccu . Lolli I have a unique texture, firm yet supple and sink with due impressiveness in macco, scented oil and fennel.

And here we are in seconds. The meat sauce is tender, of that which is cut with a bread stick, tasty and moderately fat (it's still pork, not soy). In the mixed grill you just have to choose from which to start cutting: Beef steak, sirloin, bacon, chicken, sausage. Classic contours, mixed salad or baked potato. But there you go without having tasted the sweet? Excellent flavor and consistency is the blancmange is frost with lemon, a little 'little ones to tell the truth, but after all this food wagon would still space for a more substantial sweet? Let's say you are right to remove his whim. Coffee, bitter or limoncello to finish off, with a smile when Mr. Garofalo will present an account accessible to less wealthy gluttons: d iciotto € per person, including drinks and service ... Quality and quantity for that price should not be done away.

Mentions Special
  • The breaded tomato, ravioli with ricotta and lolli 'nt maccu;
  • The profession that is perceived in the preparation and presentation of dishes, more than a normal farm;

unsolicited advice
  • A couple of more signs and rearranged the access road would not go amiss;
  • Customers: the restaurant is open by appointment only for those who do not spend the night in the farm. Also, if you want to change "Menu of Abundance", you have to explicitly ask when booking by phone;

Contacts
county road Sorda Sampieri - Modica (Rg)
Tel 0932-956201 or 333-4491957

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Piccolo Bar

"The Angel" cast out of Modica
Ask where is the Piccolo Bar is like trying to Modica directions to the Coliseum in Rome. Everyone knows everyone and show us the way, at least once in their lives, they have visited. Moreover, as in Rome the Coliseum so you can not miss if you can not go to Modica whatever casts of the Little Bar analogy course, we do not lose your head. Nomen omen (now I feel that Archestratus Apicius), the little place overlooking Piazza Matteotti, and because the very limited appeal, it is often shunned by tourists in favor of most coated and tasteless. Pay attention to me, identified the austere green and white sign and enter without delay. If you do not do too much if at times stationed at colorful characters with a Drecher in hand and the other un'arancina: normal vision for one of the few caterers still "the people" in Modica, where you can dine with 2:00 to 3:00 € feel full and satisfied. Of course it is also a bar with administration of various beverage, alcohol and coffee (on average), but the real goodness is represented by the rustics. Find it difficult to cool because the production is a continuous cycle, from noon to twenty-two. But enough talk, eat.

biting a casts of the Little Bar will find the wisdom of grandmothers and mothers to be applied to the rustic diner: the sheet of dough is stretched thin but not too much, the sauce more than abundant and well balanced flavors, the generous size, the perfect cooking ... Delicious. The arancine are tasty and crunchy, the pastiera soft, the pastizzi succulent (if you enjoy the goodness of their careful not to stain to) while the pizza is homemade. Good, but sometimes it is full with oil and the digestive tract may have a great busy "work" the slice in question. Good thing we think Angel riacconciare to delicate stomachs with a glass of bitter provident.

Additional information
  • The cheese and onion casts and casts tomato, onion and parsley (taaaanto parsley good, so if you do not like this seasoning you opt for some other drives!)
  • The pasticcetto with eggplant and potatoes or the calamari (squid in a few more but would not mind);
  • The owner. Angelo Martino, Angel for all, it would only be a visit to the Little Bar volcanic personality and full of anecdotes, though gentle and discreet with its verve make enjoy your stay in the Small Bar

unsolicited advice
  • chessboard tomato and cheese the cheese into small pieces may not appeal to everyone;
  • The casts ol ' arancina accompanied by a bottle of mousse (returnable, strictly Polara) is one of my childhood memories that still today, as soon as I can, I try to evoke. If you want to join, to encourage!

Contacts
Piazza Matteotti, 10 - Modica (Rg)
Tel 0932-945861

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Religious Thank You Quotes

De gustibus

waiting for new reviews is good to give some indication of my taste so that the readers of this blog - who are growing up ... but leave some comments! - Can better frame the opinions about the places and the food so far reviewed. The entries are given in random order, of course.

Like
  • the local cuisine in the area (any area: if I go to lunch with Egypt falafel and Torsha accompanied by pita bread and soup molokhiya if I go to Pordenone not have my breakfast with granita and brioche);
  • genuine cuisine at reasonable prices and generous portions;
  • the street food;
  • country festivals with attached carousing;
  • strong flavors or mixed;
  • spicy foods;
  • in general, experiment with new flavors;

I do not like too
  • bananas;
  • fried sweets (cannoli the wafer does not count);
  • offal (their flavor ferrous times I stop but there are some exceptions: the liver, the stigghiola, the sandwich "married" with the Meuse, tripe ... These are really good!)
  • the "chocolate" white (do not call it chocolate, please);
  • the lemon ice cream, tea
  • fisheries;
  • the American fast food;
  • the aspic salted
  • pancotto;
  • tiramisu;
  • the raw egg;
  • teas niu eig ;
  • the slices;
  • the hot ricotta with the whey, (I know, I know it's a delicacy, but if I do not set that I can do?)
  • tofu (if I have to eat cardboard tell);
  • the wasabi;

I do not like their own
  • the cooked fruit;
  • the marron glaces;
  • persimmons;
  • zampone;
  • the marshmallows;
  • the baba (the so mushy wet with poor passes for rum ...);

Finally, hate
  • the culinary tourist traps with mediocre food and fictional reconstructions of local environments false note as a six euro;
  • the food-styling mischievous and ruinous ("clean up the vegetable rainbow rain in September as fragrant bed of buckwheat "three leaves of lettuce, a carved radish, a splash of oil, four strips of decorative emulsion, two slices of toast 18 €? )