Più volte avevo rimpianto di non esser stato invitato chez Riccardo (al centro, nella foto) in uno dei suoi sciccosi et gourmet vernissaggi clandestini, nei quali ogni invitato ha una missione (nei notes, to-side and b-side of mission my sister Faith). Especially Rosica still not having been an eyewitness to the day when he managed to bring in his miniflat seventeen people (and a bike).
So when the official invitation has arrived, do not tell him we are made twice.
was a matter of an Indian dinner. Richard was officially Sahib Riccardo.
The choice of the Indian subcontinent was not random. As you said, in fact, Ric has spent several months in Tamilnadu for business. There, full of curiosity, has run circumvented kitchens and feasted with the locals, stealing with the eyes and words and feelings recipes. The evening is then slipped away into a memory of a trip and chunking of sambal eggplant, a bit 'chicken curry and some' tandoori , through the inevitable garam masaala companion for the occasion dance of rejoicing zucchini. Sbevicchiando, ça va sans dire, India Pale Ales from monolocalaio-addicted beer taverns (pictured triumphantly hopped APA Flying Dog, there were also the Samuel Smith's IPA and Jaipur). Below
a recipe torn - do not win without some reluctance - to the landlord, Sahib Riccardo (extended himself with a click).
And just to make us not miss anything, thanks to the presence of the defendants by the reminiscences of Fabrizio shutters, wide teheraniani pistachio pastries in the right place, ergo much.
needs Sahib that Richard invites us more often ...
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