Roll out a rectangle of puff pastry (for instance 20cm x 10cm).
Spread some black olive paste or tapenade over the entire surface, leaving a 1cm border along the end (across the 20cm length).
Dab some egg yolk along the border and then roll up neatly. Dab with some egg yolk across the top and sprinkle with sesame seeds. Refrigerate till cold and then cut into 1cm pieces.
Bake in a 180C oven till nicely browned (around 15 minutes).
antipasto d'involtini di salmone affumicato ripieno di formaggio stracciatella e pomodorini ripieni / appetizer of smoked salmon rolls stuffed with stracciatella cheese and stuffed cherry tomatoes
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Isn't it about damn time we discuss whatever the hell Jack was doing in this scene?!
This man straight up said "I understand it’s not easy for you to be sociable" and then adjusted this poor boy's glasses while they were on his face and then asked "So, where do you fall on the spectrum?" If Will wasn't on it before, he sure as heck is on it now after that little interaction like Jack why?!?
no no no bc will asking hannibal, “how do you see me?” in episode one is so insane bc he wouldn’t have asked just anybody that. he was not inviting the scrutiny of anyone and i mean anyone. he didn’t want people to perceive him. the way he dresses, his glasses, his biting wit, his teacher persona… they’re all methods of self-protection to keep people from looking too closely. but he asks hannibal what he sees bc he really wants to know, and hannibal, who he has just met, doesn’t even hesitate to tell will something that no one else ever has before. something dangerous, something powerful said with admiration. with a smile.
listen there was no season 2 slut “era,” will graham came in like a whore at the start and went out like a whore in the finale. in geochronology that’s an eon not an era
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Steve is so fucking annoyed. His parents decided to remember they have a son and come home for his birthday of all days.
His mother gushed about not been to Enzo‘s in forever and now Steve‘s sitting here in his best shirt and has to listen to his dad ranting about his son‘s lack for ambition in public. It‘s humiliating and he wants to stab himself with a fork.
”You should really have a plan by now,“ his father says.
”Good evening, Mr. Harrington,“ a velvety voice cuts his dad off. ”What can I get you today?“
Steve wants to disappear. He turns around to their waiter and it‘s Billy fucking Hargrove. Messy mullet put in a bun and a cigarette behind his ear.
He's wearing a black apron and Steve wonders if they'd always been that tight fitting on the other waiters and if he got a stroke as a birthday present.
”About time,“ Steve's dad says. ”We've been wai-“
”Oh? Are you're Mr. Harrington as well?” Billy's lips form a surprised O, but Steve can see the mischief sparkling in his eyes.
His father's face turns red like the tomato sauce they serve here. Steve wants to take a photo and put it right next to his dad's business award.
”Of course I am,“ his dad presses out. ”Everybody knows me here.“
”Sorry, Sir,“ Billy bows his head a little and winks at Steve. ”I just moved here a while ago.“
Before his dad can even take a breath and answer, Billy whips around to Steve, leaning a bit closer so he can smell the cold smoke and cologne on him.
”What can I get you, Steve? In the mood for any aperitifs? Maybe some champagne?
Steve sees his dad's jaw clench and decides that this is the best birthday ever.
”Any recommendations?“ he asks. He hopes Billy chooses the most expensive bottle they have.