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dazzling September this year. It 's just started in the autumn, but if it were not for the twilight advancing inexorably eating days and the fruity smell of the campaign, you do not notice. It's hot, with temperatures that reach thirty degrees in the daytime, but if you leave the city you smell the must and glazes high in the sky blue remove all hope: the summer is dying. I want to go to the mountains today, though with a heavy heart.

The choice falls on Vogel. There have been a couple of times, but it's close and with little effort you get on top of a "real" of almost two thousand meters, but wild and full of charm with a shelter to offer comfort to Mr. walkers.

I wake up without effort, while having an argument with the blankets pulled my niece all night, turning over constantly. It matters little: it was a small, amusing nuisance.

Dawn is happy and I am confident that my mood will be lightened by the fatal ascent. The forest is dense and silent, on the narrow road that climbs up sheer from Tolmin to Planina Lom. Here the fall is really started, with red beech trees swept by strong winds and a family of amanita muscaria to welcome. We cross the pasture and we continue along the track which is close to Planina Razor almost an hour easy walk on level ground. For me it will be one hour of tears, but that's another story.

Arrive at the refuge and the mountain seems to me that not even I care anymore. I'm terrified I can not lose the only real pleasure in my life. I try not to think about it and attack the climb.

Vogel is over our heads, a little 'grayed by low clouds that threaten it, but you can start to sweat.

One step after another, beginning the mantra. Gain altitude slowly, one step after another. Just breath and slow steps. Only the feet and legs and breathing. One step after another. Sete and breath, one step after another. The heart that beats strong and slowly adjust back, one step after another.

therapy works: after an hour and a half of mantra, the thoughts are dissolved, melted away like snow in the sun. There are only small drops of fatigue on the front and back.

No fanfare, today, only grass graying, Hazy skies and drops of sweat, a step by step, nothing but thought, thank God.

At the top, no euphoria. Only the relief of finally being empty of thoughts, in order to be able to see a sky without fanfare and padded tops and windswept. Silent lunch, each with their own thoughts, until it makes its way an idea: take a loop through the Globokar Planina Razor and then down to a new location. Along

the sharp ridge is just angry Bora and a steep slope that goes off in beech. Then the track gets lost among the sharp rocks of the ridge and you have to collect ideas for coming up with the route heads north for a few meters and then to step back and return to the original side. Just a little exercise guidance, nothing more, but this clears the last thoughts survivors.

In absolute solitude, we come uprooted tombstones of old boundaries and some other artifact. Then, just downhill at breakneck speed down the valley, with some short gravel to go running to the gas in the legs.

Again sweat and thirst and hunger and want a beer. Back in

refuge with the needs of a strong heart and lighter. The jota is hot and the cold beer. The legs are a bit 'packed and feet hurt. You want to go for mushrooms and make some pictures.

It comes back to life.

TECHNICAL

Charter: Planinska Zveza Slovenj "Julian Alps" 1:50.000.

Elevation gain: 998 m in total. From Tolminske Ravne (m 924) to Planina Razor (1315 m) meters 391, and the Vogel Planina Razor (1922) 607 meters.

DESCRIPTION

Departure: reached the town of Tolmin in Slovenia, continue to the hamlet of Ljubinj, from which a narrow and winding stock facing steep slopes (be careful), which can be covered in full up to an obvious parking near Planina Lom. Here you can leave the vehicle to continue on foot.

PATH

Continue to clear the Planina a cart in an open alpine pastures. It goes without mistakes along the long route that serves the hut Planina Razor almost entirely in the forest with moderate slopes. In just under an hour you reach the Planina Razor.

just behind the part of the easy path for Vogel reported on the ground, open meadows, dwarf pines and rocks that rises gently towards the northeast. Once you are in an obvious saddle between the summit and Globokar, with the view that opens in the north - east, go left for an easy slope of the Vogel, which is just a few minutes nice top, open in all directions (1:45 am from the refuge). You may enter the same route, or continue westward along the charming and sharp ridges up to a rocky summit and absolute, beyond which is a step that leads with a clear path to the south to Planina Razor. To break the deadlock, you must get off in a northerly direction for a few dozen meters up the obvious trail that goes from Bohjinj to the Vogel and remains on the north side. Gained the path, it always runs west wine to a saddle with a fork, where it goes up to the obvious fork, facing south. From here the route is intuitive, as the refuge is with a view to our feet and all that remains is the clear path ahead.

CONSIDERATIONS

Vogel I like it very much: the drive is short and sweet, without congested highways, the path is not too hard to get to a respectable share of 1922 meters. Canin and sweeping views to the Triglav, seasonal blooms from manual, cozy retreat, jota fabulous dumplings and cake: what you ask for in a mountain?

There are many who think as I do, because there is always very popular, but I swear that is his only flaw!

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August 30, 2009 "Breakfast at Sabotino"

"First signs of late summer"

After the Dolomites and the first real shower in August, comes a fresh morning and sweep the bora. At six o'clock I turn around in bed, uncertain whether to enjoy an extra hour between the sheets or do what I do best, namely raise my butt and start walking.

pick up something to eat and give way to an idea: to have breakfast on Sabotino, early Sunday morning. Not as fast as I wanted, but enough soon as not meeting a soul along the short ride to St. Mauro.

The wind raging and the light is still livid at this hour, nothing worthy of a photo, blinded by the slanting rays and the winds that bend the trees. But before we get to the attack of the path, I have already made a hearty breakfast of figs, ripe plums and walnuts still fresh husk.

Along the way, the flowers wither and wild garlic, protected from the mountain of the house, I can finally start to sweat. The Sabotino is still there, curled up like a big cat that looks at the plain, with wary eyes half shut. The vegetation has exploded, after this long in August tropical, and even if it rained yesterday, the steep, sunny not to see the damage.

silence broken only by the bells of the first Sunday Mass and the scramble by the winds that hornbeam, no one on this rocky path, where sprouting dried flowers of a blue arrogant. The legs are a bit 'tied this morning, and I have forgiven the exertions of last weekend all the more reason to look around slowly, towards this perspective that I think I know how my pockets.

But this time is different than the color of the Isonzo, neither green nor blue, violet, perhaps, strange light, cold and impatient, and skims the surface runoff, indecipherable as this wind season without a bora angry that he does not know where to go.

are now in S. Valentino, where I finally someone, a man planted his legs apart looking at the plain. We salute you soon: there's something in his eyes and I know that I recognize that neither of them wants to talk. I find it less windswept corner and I can finally have breakfast here, as I wanted: a banana, a handful of biscuits, sit here in silence, trying for the umpteenth time but could not find my house, feel the sweat dries, the breath coming back slowly and a bit 'of warmth on his shoulders.

Today I look at the mountains, look down on the plain, I look these two cities that are confused by now, I feel the numbness of the first morning of a day of celebration, almost all still in bed for a well earned rest. I'm not far enough to almost feel the noise of that world, where I live my life tenaciously stuck to the ground and from which I can just run away to deluding myself not to join.

I left it at home the bottle of water and I'm thirsty, I want to invite back for lunch the boys want to see my niece, after a week of holidays alone, and hope in a smile of my son. Meeting only a smiling elderly couple and a dad with his little girl asleep in the backpack.

go down slowly, gathering blue flowers and some branch broom. I collect walnuts, figs and plums for dessert of our Sunday lunch together. I pick up the strange light and the wild wind and loneliness. I come home that the city has just begun to awaken.

I come home with arms full and your heart lighter.

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time ago, looking through a number of modern cuisine along with hubby, we were struck by this gorgeous-looking recipe.

months have passed since then and finally I was presented the opportunity to try it.
Yesterday was provided with all the family firm to roast and prepare 40 kg of well-preserved peppers and of course barbecue sausage in accompaniment.

What's better than a nice trick to finish off a fresh and lively evening of Gender?

And here it is my own, without false modesty, beautiful and delicious cake!
And this was very nearly that of the newspaper ..... I prefer my .........

We carry the line of the recipe as newspaper

200 g digestive biscuits or

50 g blanched almonds toasted

50 g hazelnuts 150 g butter 500 g

creamy ricotta

3 dl

cream 100 gr sugar 10 gr

gelatin sheets

2 vanilla beans

fruit as desired for garnish (I used nectarines, strawberries, grapes, black currants red, green pears mignon)

1 - Blend the biscuits with almonds and hazelnuts until chopped fine and homogeneous.

Melt the bureau in a saucepan on low heat and with the mixer running, add a wire to the mixture.

blend for a few seconds and let cool.

Pour the mixture into a 20 cm springform pan, spread and compacted well on the bottom and edges.

Transfer the mold in the refrigerator.

2 - Soften gelatin in cold water.

Riunite a dl of cold water in a saucepan with the vanilla pod lengthwise and cut into the sugar, bring to a boil, cook for 2 minutes, add the squeezed gelatine, stir and turn off.

Strain the syrup through a sieve and mix with ricotta.

3 - Whip the cream, mix it with ricotta cheese and pour the mixture into the mold, refrigerate for at least 6 hours and the deformed chhescake on a platter.

Wash the fruit, dry it and to taste the cake decorat.

then I, as recommended in a note to the recipe, I finished with tortagel.

is very delicate and certainly lends itself to many variations, it would not hurt the flavor with lemon or orange curd or maybe rum and why no layer between the fruit and add the ricotta syrup / jam fruit.

The approval rating?

I do not understand, seems to be liked, but without much enthusiasm ..... but now I have to put in my head that is not a family ...... experiments say that my family is the panna cotta or tiramisu for excellence ..... or maybe it's not complimented by a family who knows!

But the man has licked his whiskers and I just called to say he has not thought of anything else this morning and can not wait to eat up a big portion for lunch today.

Me Happy to you all a good weekend!

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As I said yesterday, it was great to see my friends and especially taking advantage of these mezzeferie to offer them a simple appetizer summer flowers on my balcony!

So I gave myself a little bit but just to do but in the end they were so happy in the end I think it takes very little to make people feel good, just do everything with love.

Quuuuiiiiiiindi Pretzels are gone in 30 minutes cameron, delicious and you see them in bowls to flower in the foreground, then I made a vinaigrette with carrots and celery served with a sauce of greek yogurt and chives, and another always with mayo and onion. Obviously

the usual peanuts and pistachios but have been snubbed in favor of home made appetizers, what satisfaction!

To refresh their throat, strained by nolimits talk, I prepared a fruit cocktail very sudden going to trial and taste!

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Aperol Soda

3 2 1 Crodino

Juice Ace

a drop of vodka dry

Stir, taste and if you add juice to taste .

touch in just for them and they are my loves?

In glasses, decorated with a slice fishing nut, I did find their 3 cuoriciotti ice with a red currant in the middle ...... not cute?

2 years that were expected to use that head ih ih ih!

not tell you their smiles and I caught a lot of compliments but also some suggestion that I'm crazy !!!!!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH LOVE SUMMER!