All the texts and some pictures are Copyright by Maria L. Castejon 2007-2010.
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Ingredients:
1 cup flour
¼ cup sugar
¼ cup caster sugar
¼ teaspoon salt
½ teaspoon vanilla
1 teaspoon water
½ cup butter
1 tablespoon of Earle Grey tea
Preparation:
Preheat oven to 200º C. Pulse together until a dough is formed. Chill it until hard. In this moment you can freeze it. Then roll, shape them and bake for 12 minutes.
Changes:
I used green tea instead of Earl Grey tea.
Ingredients:
1 cup flour
¼ cup caster sugar
¼ teaspoon salt
½ teaspoon vanilla
1 teaspoon water
½ cup butter
¼ cup candy orange
Preparation
Preheat oven to 200º C. Pulse together until a dough is formed. Chill it until hard. In this moment you can freeze it. Then roll, shape them and bake for 12-15 minutes.
Changes:
I used less butter because it was up so I used 2 tablespoon olive oil. As the dough was sticky, I used more flour for drying it.
Jam thumbprint cookies
Ingredients:
1 and ¼ cup flour
3 and ½ tablespoons caster sugar
1 egg yolk
150 g butter
3 tablespoons of raspberry jam for decorate
Preparation:
Preheat oven to 200º C. Pulse together until a dough is formed. Chill it until hard. In this moment you can freeze it. Then roll, shape them, in the middle of the cookie, press thumb geltly in the middle and put some jam; bake for 5-7 minutes.
Changes:
Don´t make the cookies too big because they will make bigger and look awful!
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Mientras tanto dame la mano. Meanwhile take my hand
Kirmen Uribe. (English translator: Elizabeth Macklin)
Editorial Visor.
ISBN: 84 – 7522 – 548 – 9.
The first time I heard Kirme recited, was in America´s House in Madrid. I liked his naturalness, he looked like more like a confidant than a poet. I wanted to read more, to know his poetry, his images and this is the way that guided me to this book.
Unfortunately, this book is the only one trasnlated into Spanish by this prolific author. His poetry is close, silent and full of armonies, he talks about Bilbao and about Moscu as well, he talks about rivers, lives, trees and about the time. In special, he talks about the time that it is going by and we don´t realize it. He talks also about we say, about we don´t.
I leave you with these words:
There was news
Many letter arrived,
But not yours.
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