The Noble’s Sunday Roast
I'm just back home from the, as usual, amazing Sunday's eat out at The Noble.
It's a small and very cozy pub at the crossing between Crouch Hill and Sparsholt Rd (N4 4AP)
The Noble
The lunch (at half past three I'm not sure I can still call it a lunch, but anyway...) started with a pint of San Miguel and some olives.
Then I enjoyed a luxurious roast beef with roasted vegetables (sweet potatoes, potatoes, parsnips and squash), boiled savoy, homemade Yorkshire pudding and gravy. Simply amazing.
After this one I was almost thinking of going back home when the table next to mine got some desserts. One of them was a crumble. I LOOOVE crumble. So I capitulated and ordered it myself.
Apple and apricots crumble with ginger sabayon. Fantastic. Still piping hot from the oven and with the hearty flavor of the custard. Yum!
I closed with another pint of San Miguel.
I know, I know. I'll go to hell. But, you know what? Perhaps if I'm naughty enough I can be even hired :þ
God Hates Shrimp
It is certain now.
Prawns, mussels, clams, lobsters, oysters are all abominations before the Lord!
More or less like gay people.
Leviticus 11:9-12 says:
9 These shall ye eat of all that are in the waters: whatsoever hath fins and scales in the waters, in the seas, and in the rivers, them shall ye eat.
10 And all that have not fins and scales in the seas, and in the rivers, of all that move in the waters, and of any living thing which is in the waters, they shall be an abomination unto you:
11 They shall be even an abomination unto you; ye shall not eat of their flesh, but ye shall have their carcases in abomination.
12 Whatsoever hath no fins nor scales in the waters, that shall be an abomination unto you.
Two Gentlemen of Lebowski
Amazing! Simply amazing.
The Big Lebowski as a Shakespeare play. Someone really should act this one.

BONNIE: I mean only the wind in thine own maw in this case; blow, then, serve your turn and cool my hot temper.
THE KNAVE: Sayst thou that I must blow upon thy foot, painted lady?
BONNIE: I ask this deed of you thrice now; and that which a damsel craves constantly is the service of a tongue most moved in capability. Look to my foot; I cannot reach that far. Blow, wind!
THE KNAVE: I fear thy charms. Will not thy consort mind If I bestow his lady fair my wind?
BONNIE: Nay, there’s naught for which Oliver carest; He mindeth not, for he’s a nihilist.
(Two Gentlemen of Lebowski, by Adam Bertocci)
Browser Pong
The best popup usage I've seen so far.
Disable the blocker and just go for it. (Don't forget to reenable it when you've finished)
Browser Pong (via boingboing)
Christmases and potbellies
January the 1st, 2010.
13:26.
New Year Lunch.
Fragments of a thought.
...the stew looks perfect for the Czeck's bread dumplings...
15 days before.
London. Lazying.
13 days ago.
Prague. Cats and goulash. ^_^
10 days ago.
Aversa. Zuppa forte and Roasted lamb with potatoes.
8 days ago.
Aversa. Christmas Eve Dinner.
7 days ago.
Aversa. Christmas Lunch.
6 days ago.
Mmmm... Cats ^_^
5 days ago.
Rome. 1kg Fiorentina Steak at I buttari.
4 days ago.
Rome. Rigatoni con la pajata and Coda alla vaccinara at Hostaria Menenio Agrippa.
3 days ago.
Lusciano. Cena del 29.
2 days ago.
Napoli. Pizza 4 formaggi at Pizzeria Dimatteo.
Many many miauz!
Yesterday.
Aversa. New Year Eve Dinner.
Now.
Aversa. New Year Lunch.
I'm seriousely worried.
Continuity
The smartest game in months. It driven me man for a whole night of play :D
It's a puzzle platformer, as the author defines it. You have to arrange the areas so that the character can reach the key(s) and then exit through the door. Simply brilliant!
Continuity (via Offworld)
1941 – Chef Donald
For the ones of you that checked yesterday's recipe here is a funny cartoon I always think about during the "Second and Third Eggs In" step :þ
Chef Donald
Have fun!
Babà Rustico
Tonight I made a Babà Rustico. It's a traditional Neapolitan savory cake made with eggs and sausage and cheese.
Here is the ingredients list:
- 250gr - Flour
- 4gr - Dried yeast
- 40gr - Lard
- 3 - Eggs
- 200gr - Feta
- 100gr - Sausage
- 1 tsp of sugar, salt and pepper as thou wish
Mix the flour, yeast, sugar, salt and pepper in a bowl and start working it with the lard until it became a stable ball. It takes a bit but your hands are going to be super idratated and soft. Lard is probably the best hand cream ever. The only problem is the light stench of pig :þþþ
Instead of lard you can use oil. I strongly advise against olive one as it gives a quite strong flavor. Use seeds instead. Peanuts (Arachis hypogea) works quite fine.
Now add the first egg. Crumble the dough and start working the egg in. This is quite hard and the result is crumbly but it's fine.
Add the second and the third eggs in one a time. Work it continuously until the mix is sticky and uniform. This need a lot of energy. Use a comfortable fork otherwise you'll find yourself with stigmata like sores in the palms of your hands. (I've been there, you won't like it)
Cut the sausage in small cubes and mix it with the dough. I used a Turkish poultry one but you can use whatever würstel like you prefer. Ham works fine as well and have a less strong taste. It's possible to use some other kind of filling to make it Veg-compliant. If you have any advise about it, please just let me know in the comments.
As you've done with the sausage, do the same with the feta and mix it into the dough.
Grease a pyrex and put the mix in it. I use butter to grease as a family tradition. You can, of course, use whatever you want. As before, any advise, leave a comment :D
Leave it in a warm place for one hour to raise and then in the oven at 200˚C (390˚F) until it's brownish and looks tasty. I know, it's not that precise but it's the way I check it :þ
This is how it should look inside.
Buon Appetito!
Muppet’s Bohemian Rhapsody
Muppet's Bohemian Rhapsody
What can I say? It's pure genius!
Here a 1080 version. Here the original music. Here the original video.
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To Prague. 27/11. Luton.
Luton Airport Parkway.
I'm out of the train now. It's cold. Very. Why Luton is always so cold?
Four flights of stairs. One up. Three down. The gate eats my ticket. It was to LPW not the airport.
One pound and I get a brand new one for the shuttle.
10 minutes ride. 28 past 9.
Check in. There's just two of us in the queue. Amazing!
The gate closes at 10:45. I packed the backpack by myself. No, I've not stuffed my baggage with dangerous mixable chemical compounds or sharp objects.
15 to 10. It's breakfast time!
The "restaurant" offers a standard english breakfast. With eggs, sausages, hash brown, baked beans, bacon, mushrooms and roasted tomato. They are out of sausages, hash brown and tomatoes. Let's check M&S.
BLT & a pint of orange juice. Rigorously freshly squeezed. Everything is soooo organic in here. Very "Everywhere" :D
The sandwich is good as usual. The orange juice too. I'm erethic perhaps but don't actually get the difference between organic and "plain old (cheap) crap".
There's a Caffè Nero outside. Just close to the public ashtrays in the smoking zone. An espresso please, double. It's warm. Reassuring in the cold outside. Matches well with the cigarette.
10:15. Let's go to the departure gates. Boarding card check. Security check. No, I have no liquids. No, there's no laptop in the backpack. My pockets are empty. My belt, the phones, the wallet, the coin holder and my frontal lobes are in the tray. Yes, I'll take off my boots.
Nothing beeps. I gather my stuff and move on.
The lounge. A bench. The departure informations panel. "Wait in Lounge". Waiting. 12 to 11. Now.












