Capresso 303.01 4-cup Espresso Cappuccino Machine and Cleaner Bundle Review

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• Capresso 4-cup Espresso Cappuccino Machine
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Capresso 303.01 4-cup Espresso Cappuccino Machine and Cleaner Bundle Overview

Brew cafe-quality espressos, cappuccinos, and lattes from the comfort of home with this 4-cup-capacity countertop appliance. It provides a sleek design with rounded corners and user-friendly controls that make even novice brewers look like pros. The unit’s powerful steam/boiler quickly heats up in less than two minutes, making it possible to brew two to four cappuccinos or lattes in under five minutes. Even more, the appliance features a unique coffee/steam selector, which allows for switching from brewing coffee to steaming milk and for adjusting the coffee strength to accommodate individual preferences. Adjust the steam output on the machine’s swivel frother to match the amount of milk to be frothed–in seconds it produces steamed milk for frothy cappuccinos and creamy lattes. Other highlights include a safety boiler cap with a built-in valve, an illuminated on/off switch, a convenient filter holder with a protective thumb guard, and a removable drip tray for easy clean-up. A dishwasher-safe glass carafe with a generous stay-cool handle and drip-free spout comes included. Made in China, the 800-watt espresso and cappuccino machine measures 9-3/4 by 7-1/2 by 13-1/4 inches and carries a one-year limited warranty.

Capresso 303.01 4-cup Espresso Cappuccino Machine and Cleaner Bundle Specifications

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Frustrating! – Scott A. Marshall –
We had a bit smaller version of this for years and LOVED it!! This one looks prettier but it is harder to use. We always steamed milk right in our mug before but with this one it is almost impossible to do because it immediately foams over and makes a huge mess. It does not adjust to steam/froth so you just get froth! It drives me crazy! I would rather have the other Capresso that is a bit smaller but worked great. If you never steam milk I suppose the espresso part works fine. I don’t like it

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ブリックレーンのOld Truman Breweryにあるカジュアル・イタリアン、Al Volo（アル・ヴォロ）。NUDE ESPRESSO CAFEやROSA’Sと同じ通り、Hanbury Street沿いから入ったところにある駐車場にある。明るく暖かみのあるインテリアは、センス良くモダンにまとめられており、居心地もいい。ランチタイムとディナータイムの間もキッチンをクローズしないので、遅いランチや小腹が空いた時にも便利。スタッフの多くはイタリア人で、あまり忙しくない時間だったからか、テーブルで楽しくお喋りしていた。

Al Voloでは、antipasti（前菜）、Bruschette（ブルスケッタ）、Zuppa（スープ）Piadine（ピアディーナ）, Pasta（手作りのフレッシュパスタとDe Cecco乾燥パスタのチョイス）、Secondi（メイン）、Insalata（サラダ）、 Contorni（サイドディッシュ）、Pizze（ピザ）、Dolci（デザート）と、軽食からちゃんとした食事まで、幅広いメニューの中から選べる。秋のシーズンメニューの中から私たちが今日オーダーしたのは、Penne all’arrabbiata（ペンネ・アラビアータ）とTagliatelle al pesto siciliano piccante（プラムトマト、薫製リコッタチーズ、松の実、アーモンド、にんにく、唐辛子、生バジルを使った、スパイシーなシチリア風ペストのタリアテッレ）。クリーミーなタリアテッレのソースは、不味くはないけれど、何とも言えない不思議な味。でも手作りの生タリアテッレは悪くない。アラビアータはパスタの正統派、完熟トマトの自然な甘みが美味しい一品だ。食後のエスプレッソとカプチーノは、イタリア人の店だけあって、上出来だった。

毎日オープンしているが、Sunday UpMarketとThe Backyard Marketが開かれる日曜日は大変混むので、ゆっくり食事したければ、マケーット開催中は避けるのがベター。

Al Volo is a casual Italian restaurant in the Old Truman Brewery in Brick Lane, and it is facing the parking space on Hanbury Street, the same street of NUDE ESPRESSO CAFE and ROSA’S. This airy and cheerful restaurant is decorated modern and in good taste. They don’t close kitchen in between lunch time and dinner time, and it is good place to go for late lunch or snacks. Most of the staffs are Italians, and they enjoyed chatting as it was not a busy time when we went.

Their wide range of menu offers anything you want from Italian restaurant from nibbles to mains – antipasti (appetiszers), Bruschette, Zuppa (soup), Piadine (thin bread sandwich), Pasta (handmade fresh pastas and De Cecco dry pastas), Secondi (mains), Insalata (salads), Contorni (side dishes), Pizze (Pizza) and Dolci (sweets). From their Autumn menu, today we ordered Penne all’arrabbiata and Tagliatelle al pesto Siciliano piccante (spicy pest0 of plum tomatoes, smoked ricotta cheese, pine kernels, almonds, garlic, chilli pepper and fresh basil) – photo. Creamy Sicilian style pesto sauce was not terrible but I don’t know what to think – it is unfamiliar taste for me. However, handmade tagliatelle was not bad. Penne with nice and sweet sauce made of ripen tomatoes was pretty good – we loved it. Their espresso and cappuccino after the meal were very good – we can count on an Italian-operated place!

Al Volo opens everyday but can be very busy when Sunday UpMarket and The Backyard Market are held on Sundays, so better avoid Sunday during the markets, if you want to relax without hassle.

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Last night I had the strangest dream. I dreamt that I had tea with José Manuel Barroso, President of the European Commission, at Tea Hees on the High Street.

I had a pot of tea, and he had a cappuccino with a caramel slice.

Mister Barroso was utterly charming and the time passed quickly in his company. I know all good things must come to an end but I shan’t forgive my teasmaid in a hurry, for spiriting José away with its infernal beeping.

The final version (1.0) of CP2JavaWS is available :

Added support for service protocol (CP class with methods signatures) specifying when retrieving a proxy, in order to allow :
- arguments type check
- nil arguments values (the expected type can then be retireved from the protocol – required for Java reflect)
- generic methods arguments (CPObject in CP, Object in Java)

Renamed HabiltationService/Filter to AuthorizationService/Filter.

Bug fix in CP2JavaWSJSONPConnection (synch. with latest code since addition of URL class).

MasterDetailView now uses alternating row color for table view, and background for detail view .

Note : documentation has been moved to MediaWiki.

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European Gift Stove Top Cappuccino Maker – 55 Review

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European Gift Stove Top Cappuccino Maker – 55 Feature

• Show your unique style in your kitchen.
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European Gift Stove Top Cappuccino Maker – 55 Overview

Stainless steel Espresso/Cappuccino maker. This compact unit is fully portable. Made of 18/10 S/S and Bakelite handles. Adjusts to brew 3, 6 or 9 cups of coffee. Separate controls for cappuccino. Gift box. great camping item.

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Der Siegeszug des Kaffees begann im Orient. Doch von der ersten Erwähnung in den Schriften des Heilkundigen Ibn Sina im Jahre 1015 bis zur vielbeworbenen Krönung ist viel passiert. Ich erinnere mich lebhaft und vor allem dankbar daran, als die italienische Kaffeekultur Anfang der Neunziger  nach Deutschland rüberschwappte. Immerhin wurde das Kännchen Kaffee durch Cappuccino und Latte Macchiato abgelöst und La dolce Vita nahm in Form von Straßencafés, in denen man stundenlang in der Sonne sitzen konnte, Gestalt an – welch ein Genuss, Lebensgefühl de luxe! Kurze Rede, langer Sinn: im coffee-break schreibt Kaffeeröster Alexander Sager aktuell über den erwähnten Siegeszug. In der neuen Kolumne geht es um die orientalische Frühgeschichte des Kaffees. Interessant!

Wer Herrn Sagers superschöne Auktion ersteigern will, muss sich derzeit etwas gedulden, hoffentlich stellt er sie bald wieder ein. Es gab Kaffee und selbstgebackenen Kuchen direkt im Café von Herrn Sagers Kaffeerösterei und Gourmetkaffee zum Mitnehmen. Echt ein tolles Angebot! Ich gebe hier auf jeden Fall Bescheid, wenn es soweit ist. Und sonst: Einfach selbst mal bei Herrn Sager anklopfen

Einen schönen Tag allen Lesern und Leserinnen!

Igår besökte jag Stockholm då det var studiedag, idag hade jag sovmorgon till 11.00, och imorgon är alla lektioner inställda, fast det blir ändå en dag ägnad åt plugg. =D

A first screencast of Atlas beta is available here : payment calculator from chapter 2 of Cocoa Design Patterns (Cib-based project, laying out an interface and binding outlets/actions to working code).

Living by yourself has its advantages, and of course it’s disadvantages.

When you live alone, you have freedom, but no one to share it with.  And I’m not sure how you can have both things at once.

Another advantage of living alone is that you have a lot of  peace and quiet to think.  The disadvantage of course,  is that you can think – too much.

So, I’m not sure if living alone is a good or bad thing.  But what I do know is that when I think too much, I usually get myself into trouble.  I start believing I can read other people’s minds and motives, and sooner or later I shoot off my mouth, or send some wild email off to someone in the middle of the night and end up apologizing for the next month or two.

So, as it was almost 70 degrees on this beautiful November day, I grabbed my laptop, put the top down on my car, and went to Starbucks to treat myself to an over priced cup of coffee.

I couldn’t get into any trouble there, right?  I’d be writing, not thinking (which is obvious to anyone who reads what I write), and I’d be with other people.

But sometimes I just can’t stop this brain from careening around like a runaway locomotive, and no sooner did I arrive at Starbucks, when this “thinking thing” started again.

First, all I wanted at Starbucks was a large cup of coffee with some chocolate tossed in it.  At Starbucks they call it a Vente Mocha Latte with Whipped Cream and they charge you $4.50.  I think Vente is about $1, Mocha probably $.75, Latte at least $1.50, whipped cream another $.50 with the remaining $.75 going toward the actual coffee.   (Now I know how this coffee chain came up with the last part of their name.)

The guy behind the counter asked me twice,

“Did you want a Vente Mocha Latte “Cappuccino” with Whipped Cream?”

I considered it.  But it was Sunday and the banks who give out loans to people who can’t afford them were all closed.  So I passed on the “Cappuccino” part of my chocolate coffee.

With my impressively named “cup-a-Joe”  in hand, I sat in one of the comfortable chairs and turned on my 7 year old laptop.  As it struggled to load up and start running, I watched as a constant flow of pedestrian traffic marched in and out of Starbucks, all feeling pretty damned good about themselves because, like me, they could afford to spend almost half a ten-spot on a cup of coffee.

As they walked past me, I thought,  (You see, this damned thinking just won’t stop!)

“I wonder if these are the same self righteous zealots who were bitching and moaning a year ago about ‘those damned A-rabs’ charging Americans $4.50 for a gallon of gasoline, which contains 128 ounces, but who just paid the same amount for 20 ounces of something called a Vente Latte.  (And when did I wake up in a country with another language by the way?)

As I looked out the window and watched them hoist their fat asses up into their gas guzzling SUVs, I wondered if they knew that a gallon of Lattes would cost them about $29 bucks.    That 128 ounces of gasoline at least transports them to work, soccer practice, the mall, and even Starbucks, while the 20 ounces of Vente Latte is literally “pissed away” before they can plop themselves down in front of the TV for the last five hours of the night.

I thought why don’t they quit bitching about the cost of gas and instead organize a national boycott of Starbucks?  Or better yet, buy an economy car, save gas, and buy a Mr. Coffee maker?  Of course Al Gore would be unemployed, but the world would be a better place.

There I was, thinking again.  (Damn, I’m going to get in trouble before this day is over.)

I did want you to know however that I’m not a math genius and didn’t figure out this ounce to gallon conversion thing on my own. My laptop was up and running, kind of like a 14 year old car on its last legs, and I had gotten the conversion information off the internet.  Why think when you can have a machine think for you?  And isn’t that exactly why I got out of the house in the first place, to stop thinking?

But what caught my eye while checking the conversion charts, was a reference to “Imperial gallons and ounces.”  (You would think I would have been interested in those measurements because they give you 160 ounces for each Imperial gallon.)

But instead of being interested, frankly, I was pissed off.

Quick!  Does anyone know what Imperial measurements are?  Or how many kilometers there are in a mile?  Or the temperature difference between Fahrenheit and Celsius?  Or how many kilograms equal a pound?  Neither do I, nor do I care.

Why can’t we have one standardized method of measuring things?  And why can’t it be the American method?  Why does everything have to be so complicated?

I understand that each country has its own standard of measurements, and to be honest, they’ve been around a lot longer than us.  So, I’m not really complaining.  I’m just afraid that pretty soon I’ll be ordering a Vente Mocha Latte and making sure they don’t cheat me by filling it with less than 0.591470 liters of coffee.   (And by the way, if you want to know, those Imperial measurements are used in England.)

But there I was thinking again.  And I knew if I didn’t stop, I would end up doing something stupid.

So, instead, as I listened to my laptop churn and cough and sputter, I looked around to see who was “with me” on this Sunday afternoon.  Maybe I could start up a conversation?  Meet someone new.  Maybe learn something.   Or win the lottery and be a multi-millionaire.

It was not a friendly crowd.

The first guy I saw was a moving target.  He’d sit down in one chair and two minutes later get up and move to another.  A few minutes later he was up again.   In the old days they’d say he had “ants in his pants.”  Today I think it was the guy behind the counter who talked him into getting the double espresso Cappuccino.

Then there were the two women who didn’t know each other, but 10 minutes after saying “hi” were best friends, sharing details of their lives, email addresses, telephone numbers and even besmirching the reputation of some poor person in an adjoining community.

Of course I heard every detail and at one point wanted to say,

“Excuse me.  I was able to jot down your email addresses and telephone numbers, and I’ll certainly avoid the person whose reputation you’ve just ruined, but I didn’t get your social security numbers.  Could I have those too, please?”

What’s wrong with people?  Have they completely lost their ability to be discreet?  Forget about identity theft.  No one has to steal it.  Most people  just give it away.

Then there was the couple from Match.com meeting for the first time.  And it wasn’t going well.   Don’t ask me how I know.  I just know.  Been there, done that.   If you’re going to meet someone for the first time from the dating sites, never sit inside a Starbucks.  They may have tasty coffee, but the dating karma there is like toxic waste.   Meet there, get your Lattes, and then get the hell out.  You’ve been warned.

Finally, the last five people were there by themselves, consumed with their laptops and the internet and only moved their eyes from their screens to check every 5 minutes to see if someone – anyone – had contacted them on their Blackberrys.   I don’t think they were capable of any form of communication that didn’t involve electronics.

And by that time, my Vente Latte was gone, and so was I.

I’d gotten out of the house to be with others and to stop thinking.  Instead I was still alone, my thoughts were bouncing around like a pin ball machine, and I faced the same dilemma I started out with in the first place.

When you live alone, you have freedom and the time to think, but no one to share it with.  Certainly no one at Starbucks.

I have to be honest.  On this warm November day, this  “living alone” thing is getting pretty old.

The 280North’s Atlas beta program just opened ! That is here for registration (20$ through Paypal or credit card – will be deducted from the final price).

Back from JS Conf (Berlin), the 280North staff published an article about the new advanced spriting feature in Cappuccino (available in the jake branch, and in the upcoming 0.8 version. See also the CP2JavaWS demo that uses it). This solution doesn’t require any code change, and also works with older IE 6 and 7 (as all other Cappuccino features).

(Mimmo Caruso)

«Non mi guardare, ché devo fare una cosa …»
A questa frase seguiva sempre un sorriso: era un invito ad osservare con attenzione quello che faceva.
Le mani afferravano quattro bustine di zucchero, che straripavano tra le dita come un pugno di caramelle tra le mani di un bambino.
E’ incredibile come la schiuma di un cappuccino ben fatto riesca a tollerare il peso di ben quattro bustine di zucchero.
Centinaia di granelli in sospensione su migliaia di piccole bolle.
Frammenti di cristallo su vele di vetro.
Ogni granello ormai ambrato, sembrava sabbia. La stessa sabbia che fino a qualche ora prima disturbava i nostri baci.
Un ferragosto senza falò.
Una maglia ceduta.
Un abbraccio prolungato per dimenticare l’umidità della notte.
Tutto sospeso in migliaia di bolle.
«Ora che fai? »
«Mi mangio la schiuma! »

Before I begin, I must mention that along with an outstanding continental breakfast spread, our hotel makes the most beautiful cappuccinos you’ve ever seen. Seriously. As my husband says, they are latte art! Coffee here is serious business. I think hubby’s probably going to cry when he has to return to the watery espresso of Indianapolis as compared to the real-deal Italian version.

the most perfect cappuccino ever!

Lots to report from the past few days, but not much food-related! After Thursday night’s dinner and gelato, I awoke Friday feeling like crap. My tummy is still trying to figure out just what the hell I’m trying to put it through and decided to stage a major revolt. Perhaps not coincidentally, I realized that the two times I’ve felt ill on this entire trip have been after eating gelato. Alas, no more of the frozen concoction for me. I’m not really a frequent ice cream eater anyway, so guess I’ll just go back to the occasional Haagen Daz at home.

So, my breakfast Friday morning consisted of hot peppermint tea. For lunch, I shared a few peanut butter crackers with the toddler and ate a pear. I felt somewhat recovered by dinner time that night, which was a quick crudo/mozzarella sandwich at hubby’s trade show and the rest of the fresh fruit cup that the toddler didn’t finish. Still not sure exactly what crudo is, will have to research. It’s like a super-salty meaty proscuitto kinda thing. You find paper-thin slices of it in sandwiches and salads and such; like bacon, a little goes a long way for flavor.

Speaking of the trade show, we got an opportunity on Friday to check it out and see just what hubby’s been up to all week. The EICMA show took place at Fiera Milano, a HUGE-ass convention center. This event was enormous – something like 18 full-size pavilions bursting at the seams with all things motorcycle. TONS of people (mostly men, surprise, surprise) everywhere. Supplies, equipment, racing schwack, the bikes themselves – it was absolutely overwhelming. The toddler and I took a cab to the show and somehow managed to locate hubby’s exhibition stand amid the chaos. It was seriously something to see and I’m glad we went to understand what all the fuss was about. The toddler had a blast running up and down the aisles; he was so excited by all the lights and noise and motorcycles, I thought his little head would explode.

A quick tangent – It’s interesting to note the difference between public reactions to the toddler here and in Germany. Last week, people didn’t really pay him much mind, with a few exceptions here and there such as the kind Asian gentleman at our hotel. Here, he is a total rock star. Nobody looks twice when he makes a high-pitched squeal in a restaurant. In Germany, I was half-expecting someone to ask us to leave when that happened. Women fawn all over the kid in Italy (even more so now that we’ve taught him to blow kisses on command). He’s got the female staff at the hotel absolutely wrapped around his little finger. Even at the trade show, people we didn’t know were smiling at him and taking photos of him sitting on the bikes. It’s all very sweet, really.

Saturday was perhaps the best day I’ve had here in Milan. I have to say, Milan did not make a good first impression on me, but I’ve slowly warmed up to it within the past few days. It’s kind of a hard place to get used to right off the bat, but after a week, I feel like I’ve sorta gotten the hang of how things work. A little bit anyway. I actually gave someone on the street instructions on how to find the right tram line yesterday! In English, mind you, but I still knew the answer!

Got up yesterday and headed out on our daily walk. On a whim, I decided to give “The Last Supper” one last go. The toddler and I were never able to board the tram line that would have taken us to the nearest stop, so we just boarded the one we’ve been riding to the Duomo all week, got as close as we could and walked the rest. As it turned out, this was a happy accident. The section of town we strolled through to get to Santa Maria Della Grazie was the most beautiful area I’ve seen all week.

We got to the church at 11:45 a.m., I entered the ticket office and crossed my fingers. I told the man behind the desk that we didn’t have a reservation, but wondered if there might be any cancellations this weekend. I don’t know if he was being honest, or if he merely cut me a break because I was pushing a stroller all around downtown Milan, but he hooked me up with a ticket for a viewing at 12:15. SCORE! I was thrilled! And it was just enough time to feed the toddler some lunch, another bonus.

Small groups of around 25-30 people are allowed to view the painting in 15-minute increments throughout the day. They keep things moving on a strict schedule; at five minutes prior to your allotted time, they call you in. Visitors are herded through two vestibules on the way in with doors that keep each crowd self-contained in one small space at a time. Finally, you enter THE room.

The painting is huge – 15 feet by 30 feet, I believe – and takes up an entire wall of what was once a church dining hall. There is now nothing else in the room, with the exception of a couple benches and another huge painting of the crucifixion opposite “The Last Supper.” All the focus is on the art. The painting is massive, and honestly, breathtaking. A docent gave a little narrative about it in several different languages, all of which I missed as I was keeping an eye on the toddler, overjoyed at being allowed to run free for a few minutes within the closed room. On the way into the church, I was furious to realize that my camera battery had gone flat, but as it turned out, it didn’t matter. They are deadly serious about not allowing any photos inside. A Japanese man kept trying to sneak one in, and they busted him every time. On his last attempt, a big booming voice came over an unseen P.A. system announcing “NO PHOTO!!!” I about jumped out of my skin; it was like an edict from God. I kept looking around for armed guards to storm in and take the poor man away.

After 15 minutes, you’re ushered out again and that’s that. It really isn’t enough time to take it all in and appreciate the level of detail that Da Vinci put into this commissioned work. No wonder it took him something like three years to complete. The painting has gone through several restorations over the years, the most recent taking place within the past few decades. I just can’t begin to describe how impressive it is. If you’re ever in Milan, this is definitely something you should try to do. It was well worth all the trials and tribulations I went through to get there.

I was enjoying this new area I’d discovered so much that when the toddler nodded off in his stroller, I just let him snooze and found a not-quite-rip-off cafe overlooking the Piazza del Duomo for my own lunch. Again, nothing fancy, just a Caprese panino (no tuna this time) and a Coke. I enjoyed it at my leisure while people-watching and taking in the lovely Duomo.

We caught the tram back and I decided to get off a few stops early to explore a promising-looking street market I’d glimpsed earlier on the way downtown. Turns out, the few stands I’d seen from the tram were just the tip of the iceberg; this market continued on down one of the side streets for about six blocks! Unlike the Paris markets, there weren’t many food vendors, and what they had wasn’t nearly as top-shelf. However, this seemed THE place to be for designer knockoff shoes, purses, wallets and belts, plus a bunch of other clothing vendors and some trinkety stuff. I bought a beautiful (and seems to be nicely made) brown leather wannabe Prada bag for 30 euros, and a silky cashmere-ish sweater top for 20. FINALLY, some shopping I could afford in Milan! Now I actually can go back home with something to show for my visit.

We’d been away from Il Pavone for two nights in a row, so were due for a return last night. Dinner was good, although I have to wonder if Maria’s got it in for me somehow. There was the whole steak confusion last time, and then last night, she forgot my salad. Feeling up to tackling some pasta again, I filled up on spaghetti bolognese and a little taste of hubby’s pizza. It was good, as everything is, but not the best thing I’ve had there.

After busting ass all week, hubby’s hoping to get things wrapped up at a decent hour tonight. Today’s the last day of his show, and I’d really love to take him back downtown and introduce him to my newly discovered territory from yesterday. We’ll see, hopefully it will work out. Tomorrow, we’re off on a road trip to Ducati, the Rolls-Royce of the motorcycle world, and hope to pay a visit to the world-famous Dario the butcher and taste some of his culinary delights. I’m excited to get out of the city and see some of the Italian countryside. A domani, mi amici!

L’incipit nasce da una canzone, ascoltata oggi in radio. E che canzone, tra l’altro, andatevi a cercare se non la conoscete “Domani è un altro giorno” di Ornella Vanoni (poi credo reinterpretata da altri).

La malinconia mi prende dalle assenze, dalle presenze non proprio incoraggianti, dal prezioso consumo della mente nella ricerca di immagini, volti fin troppo ammirati e custoditi nella memoria statica del percorso vitale.

Finalmente ho ricevuto la risposta alla mail da parte di Leticia, è lontana, fa molto freddo ma lei custodisce il calore nel cuore.

Poi c’è la simpatica foto al cappuccino decorato con l’immagine di Diabolik che mi ha inviato Silvia…

E poi ci sono tante persone che vorrei rivedere..

e poi ci sono le persone che non si rendono conto di quanto possa risultare inutile quello stupido modo di intraprendere il lavoro..

E poi ci siamo noi che raddrizziamo tutto….

C’è forte preoccupazione al convento da quando è ospite un noto personaggio.

Pare, infatti, che tutte le mattine si voglia fare un cappuccino.

Si è reso irreperibile, nel frattempo il terrorizzato sacrestano, un marocchino.

Eh , eh !

Ingredientes:
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      4 Ovos
150 gr. de Açúcar
70 gr. de Óleo de Girassol
2 Iogurtes de Morango
180 gr. de Farinha
1 colher (de sobremesa) de Fermento em Pó
2 colheres (de sopa) de Capuccino em Pó

Preparação:

Batem-se os ovos e o açúcar, junta-se depois o óleo e os iogurtes finalmente a farinha e o fermento.
Retira-se metade da massa e reserva-se.
À restante metade que ficou no copo junta-se o capuccino em pó, mistura-se bem. Deita-se esta massa na forma e a que estava reservada por cima, leva-se ao forno por aproximadamente 40m.