Archive for May, 2010

Pasta con Camembert Asado by Jamie

Ando tan liada ultimamente que ni siquiera tengo tiempo para cocinar con tranquilidad como me gusta, ¿os lo podéis creer?  Pues nada, para épocas como esta nada mejor que una buena receta de pasta rápida y sencilla, pero riquísima.

Así que hoy os hablaré sobre esta receta de pasta con camembert asado que encontré en el libro “Escuela de Cocina” del siempre inspirador Jamie.  Con ello, Jamie pretende incentivar a la gente que nunca ha cocinado, o que cree que no va a lograr hacerlo, a intentarlo. Además, este libro tiene la curiosidad de ser la principal herramienta del movimiento alimetario “Jamie´s Ministry of Food” , (traducido aqui como Pásalo), en el que  busca recrear la antigua costumbre de la trasmisión de recetas, incentivando a la gente a que cocine y, consecuentemente, coma más sano.

Basicamente, lo que él propone es que aprendamos al menos una receta de cada capítulo en casa y, una vez dominadas las recetas, se las enseñemos a por lo menos otras dos personas.

Pues nada, guapo. Aquí voy yo con mi primera contribución al movimiento. Espero que os apuntéis y que luego os la repaséis también. Buen apetito!

Ingredientes:

1 cajita de queso camembert de 250g

2 dientes de ajo

1 ramita de romero fresco

Sal y pimienta negra

Aceite de oliva virgen extra

100g de queso parmesano

400g de pasta (yo he hecho con estas pastas frescas que compras en los super y me han salido genial!)

150g de espinacas frescas

Como lo he hecho:

Saqué el queso de la cajita, le quité la envoltura y le recorté un círculo en la cara superior dela corteza (esta capita la tiras, que al final no sirve. Por eso lo mejor es quitar con cuidadito para no perder mucho del queso mismo). Después, sobre el queso abierto, metí los dientes de ajo pelados y muy muy picaditos, un poco de pimienta negra, lo riegué con un poco de aceite de oliva y cogí las hojitas del ramo de romero y las eché por encima, aprietándoles un poco para que quedara todo hundido en el queso.

Bueno, lo ideal seria meter el queso en el horno utilizando la base de la cajita de madera, pero como mi cajita era de cartón, pues le hice una base con papel aluminio. Metes el queso en el horno precalentado hasta que esté dorado y fundido.

Mientras, hice la pasta. Cuando la pasta estaba ya cocida, eché a la cazuela las espinacas porque estas se hacen en 10 segunditos. Así que cuando estaba todo listo, les escurrí todo junto sobre un cuenco y reservé un poco del água. Los volví a meter en la cazuela, esperé a que se ablandaran un poco y les eché un chorito de aceite y el queso parmesano rallado.  Si queda muy seco o denso, puedes usar un poco del água que has reservado para aligerarla un poco.  Sazoné con sal y pimienta.

Ahora, para servir, eché un poco del queso camembert por encima.


Translation:

I’ve been so busy lately that I have not had even time to cook quietly, as I like. Can you believe it? Well, for times like this there is nothing like a fast, simple, but delicious recipe for pasta.

So today I will talk about this recipe for pasta with grilled camembert I found in the book “Ministry of Food”, of the always inspiring Jamie. With that, Jamie intended to encourage people who have never cooked, or that believes will not make it, to try. Furthermore, this book has the curiosity to be the main tool of the movement “Jamie’s Ministry of Food”, which seeks to recreate the ancient custom of transmission of recipes by encouraging people to cook and, consequently, eat healthier.

Basically, what he suggests is that we learn at least one recipe from each chapter at home and, once mastered the recipes, be taught at least two other people.

So, here I go, honey, with my first contribution to the movement. I hope you learn it and then you pass along as well. Good appetite!

Ingredients:

1 box of camembert cheese 250g

2 cloves garlic

1 sprig fresh rosemary

Salt and pepper

Extra virgin olive oil

100g Parmesan cheese

400g pasta (I have done with these fresh pasta you buy at the supermarket and it was great!)

150g fresh spinach

How I have done it:

I took the cheese of the box, removed the jacket and cut out a circle in the upper crust (this bark you throw it, because it serves no purpose. So it’s best to be careful while doing it for not to lose some of the cheese itself). Then opened the cheese, I put the garlic cloves peeled and minced very well, a little of black pepper, water it with a little olive oil and took the leaves of the rosemary branch and threw it over squeeze a little to make it all sunk in the cheese.

Well, the ideal would be to the cheese in the oven using the bottom of the wooden box, but since my box was made of cardboard, I made a base with foil. You put the cheese in preheated oven until it gets golden and melted.

Meanwhile, I made the pasta. When the pasta was already cooked, I threw the spinach to the pan because these are made in 10 seconds. So when everything was ready, I slipped it all together over a bowl and reserve a little water. Then again put it back into the pot, waited for it to soften a little and took a mussel oil and Parmesan cheese. If it is too dry or thick, you can use the water you have reserved to lighten a bit. Finished with salt and pepper.

Now, to serve, I put a bit of the camembert cheese on the top.


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28/05/2010 at 15:51 2 comments

El Libro

Ya sé que ando un poco sumida pero, entre otras cosas, he decido presentarme a unas oposiciones en Brasil y me he puesto a estudiar.

Pues da la casualidad de que, entre las asignaturas que me han tocado, está la História del libro. Y digo casualidad, porque ultimamente el libro es un objeto casi que omnipresente en mi vida. Así que, entre mis idas y venidas en internet en búsqueda de material, me encontré con este video que me pareció genial en la página leerestademoda.com.

Creo que internet y todos los avanzos tecnológicos actuales tienen su meritos. Sigo impresionada con la rapidez y facilidad que tenemos hoy para acceder a cualquier tipo de información o comunicarnos con el mundo. Pero poder tumbarse y leer un buen y tradicional libro, sigue siendo uno de mis placeres preferidos.

Y es que desde muy pequeña siempre me gustó leer. Ir a una librería, pasear entre las estanterías mirando las portadas, leyendo las sinopsis hasta elegir aquel que sería mi compañero durante los próximos días, semanas o, en algunos casos, incluso meses.

Me acuerdo principalmente del olor que tenían mis libros del cole y de como me gustaba cuando empezaba un año y mis padres me compraban libros nuevos (una de las cosas positivas en ser la mayor). Este olor especificamente, del libro abierto por primera vez, me sigue gustando hasta hoy.

Por otro lado, de los libros antiguos me gusta el tacto. Esta textura porosa que tienen, de haber sido hojeado muchas y muchas veces. Los de las bibliotecas o de la estantería de casa, allí, casi olvidados. Los que te lo prestan los amigos con el consejo: te va a encantar! Y me paso el día esperando llegar este momento de acostarme, encender la lámpara que tengo en la mesita de noche, y entregarme a él.

Vivir todas estas histórias, hacerme amiga de los personajes y sentirme tan cerca de ellos que el deseo de no separarme casi que supera la curiosidad de saber cómo el libro termina. Porque si se acaba, ellos se van y es como cuando un buen amigo se va a vivir lejos. O como cuando se termina una relación y lo que queda es esta sensación buena de haber vivido aquello, pero con la nostalgia de haber llegado al final.

Translation:

I know that I’m a bit absent, but among other things, I have decided to try a public job in Brazil and I have been studying a lot lately.

By the chance, one of the subjects I have to study is the story of the book. And I say chance, because lately the book is an almost omnipresent object in my life. So, in my comings and goings on the Internet, in search of material, I came across this video that I found amazing.

I think that the internet and all the current technology advances have its merits. I remain impressed with the speed and ease that we now have to access any information or communicate with the world. But to lie down and read a traditional book is still one of my favorite pleasures.

And it is that, since early childhood, I always liked reading. Going to a bookstore, wander through the shelves looking at the covers, reading the synopsis to choose the one that would be my companion in the coming days, weeks or, in some cases even months.

I remember mostly the smell that had my books from high school and how I liked when I started a year and my parents bought me new books (one of the positive things in being the oldest). Este olor especificamente, del libro abierto por primera vez, me sigue gustando hasta hoy. This odor specifically, the smell of the book being open for the first time, I still enjoy it today.

On the other hand, from the old books I like the touch. The porous texture they have, after having been browsed so many times. The library ones or the ones at the home bookshelf, almost forgotten. Those ones that your friends give to you with the advice: you’ll love it! Then I spend all day waiting the time to get to bed, lighting the lamp I have on my bedside table, and opened myself to him.

Living all these stories, making me friends with the characters and feeling as close to them that the desire not to broke with them is almost bigger than the curiosity to know how the book ends. Because if it is finishes, they will leave and it’s like when a good friend is going to live far away. Or like when a relationship ends and the only thing left is this sense of having lived a good thing, but with the nostalgia of having reached the final.

24/05/2010 at 0:11 2 comments

30s, babies and mother’s day … post by Gabby

It seems that once you officially tie the knot, you’re expected to have babies. BAM!…no discussion about it. I can’t explain how many times I have been greeted by people raising an eyebrow and looking expectantly at my belly – some more obvious than others – expecting me to burst into a song and dance announcing I’m expecting.

I’ve learnt that once you hit your 30s, are married and still childless, people start raising their eyebrow even higher and insinuating that your biological clock is ticking even louder and that something should really be done about it.

When I finally did announce I was expecting, all the raised eye brows finally relaxed and I was given the seal of approval. Lucky me 😉

14 months ago I gave birth to a beautiful boy and as cliche as it may sound, it was the happiest day of my life. Holding him for the first time was an overwhelming experience that cannot be described. My husband and I instantly fell in love with our little bundle of joy and we realised that our world had shifted and had become even more beautiful.

I remember thinking that I finally had to grow up as I was responsible for another human being who depended on me, and to be honest, I was truly frightened.  Suddenly, everything changed. The comfortable routine that had been constructed prior to the baby has all changed and every chore has to be given considerate amount of organising and planning. A simple trip to the supermarket has to be planned and coordinated in advance and I won’t even mention the logistics necessary to plan a night out!

The first few months seem like a constant routine of feeding, changing and burping. Then it’s a matter of child proofing every inch of your home, removing any breakable object and totally ignoring the fact that little grubby hands have left their mark on the coffee table, television, wall and once beautiful white sofa.

Nobody describes the reality of the changes you have to make, or the patience you have to have – the eyebrow raisers certainly steer clear of the topic! 

Inspite of all the changes, these 14 months have been amazing. After having got over the initial hiccups of figuring out what to do with a new-born baby, I started to relax and take the whole experience in my stride. I have accepted the fact that I am not flawless and all that I can do is try my best, learn along the way and enjoy being a mum.

And I must say, it is enjoyable.

Seeing him changing and learning everyday is amazing. Each new achievement he makes means my husband will be whipping out the video camera, ready to record the moment and if the camera is out of battery or not at hand, we get into a frenzy and try to see how to capture the moment.

A proud phonecall to my mother would then ensue, telling her all the wonderful things he’s learnt since we last spoke. Anybody watching us would think that we’re the only parents on the planet!

It’s at times like these that you need to talk to other parents and realise that they do the exact same thing – at least we’re not the only two people losing our marbles.

Today is Mother’s Day and after having been allowed a little lie-in, my husband and son were waiting for me with a card and gift in hand. With a few wobbly steps, my son came over and even managed a sloppy wet kiss, which made my day. At the end of the day it’s the little gestures which have the biggest impact and for the millionth time, I reminded myself about how blessed I am.

 

With my thirties advancing rapidly, I am once again expecting eyebrows to be raised and questions to be asked about when I’m having baby number 2. Hints like – it would be so beautiful for my son to grow up with a sibling or not to leave a big age gap between siblings – have already been dropped.

Who knows? I may just follow their advice…..

09/05/2010 at 21:37 4 comments


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