#la pastina

[gastronominho]

La Pastina acaba de lançar a "Ready-To-Drink"

Buscando expandir o seu portfólio, a empresa criou uma nova marca de coquetéis

Buscando expandir o seu portfólio, a empresa criou uma nova marca de coquetéis A La Pastina RTD (Ready-To-Drink) é composta por cinco drinks criados por renomados mixologistas. Com rótulos inspirados no universo gráfico vintage, as ilustrações em linguagem de colagem traduzem os ingredientes e as frutas que dão vida a cada coquetel. A nova linha de coquetéis é composta por: Negroni…

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#bebidas #brasil #coquetel #la pastina #Novidades #produtos

[materassassino]

I think my silliest Mildly Autistic Nicky headcanon is that yes, he adores spices and seasonings and authentic flavours, but very occasionally (like once every six months) he will want a Plain Food day where he eats nothing but pastina in brodo and bread and butter and other boring things and everyone goes along with it. Joe is happy because Nicky is happy, Andy and Booker will eat anything if it sits still long enough. Nile was surprised but anything Nicky cooks is nourishing even if it's not mind-blowing.

The menu resumes as normal the next day.

(Actually I don't know if this is silly or not. I just like the idea. I would also imagine that they've eaten their fair share of fucking atrocious meals over the centuries, stuff that not even Nicky's skill could save, so anything is better than ship's hard tack, tripe or rotten rice.)

#the old guard #nicolo di genova #yusuf al kaysani #andromache the scythian #booker the old guard #nile freeman #pixie headcanons #this is a pastina in brodo appreciation post #la minestrina é buona lasciatemi stare oh

[queersette]

Tramezzini my beloved <3

#siamo andati a fare colazione al baretto ed io ho preso un succo di pesca e un tramezzino mentre la mia famiglia ha preso caffè e pastina #hal.txt

[russolover]

Il tesoro della nonna

The sun was setting as you were going to land in Italy, your girlfriend was still fast asleep on your shoulder. You and Alessia were going to spend the summer with her family to learn more about the Italian culture and spend more time with her nonna.

As the announcement came through that you were going to land in the next 15 minutes you tried to wake up the blonde next to you.

"baby wake up"

You whispered as you squeezed her thigh softly. Ocean blue eyes looked back at you tiredly before a smile graced the pretty Italians face.

"Was I asleep the whole flight?"

She mumbled tiredly as she fastened her seatbelt.

"Yeah.. you were asleep before we even took off"

You laughed as alessia hit your shoulder softly.

A few hours later you were sitting at the dining table eating various types of pasta dishes and seafood with the love of your life and her family. They've known you for quite a while since you and Alessia have known each other since the U15s England camps.

"Nonna this is absolutely amazing"

You sighed as you stuffed your face with more food earning a shove from your girlfriend next to you.

"The food won't run away you know"

She laughed as you rolled your eyes at her.

"Alessia lasciala in pace!"

Her grandmother remarked as a smug grin painted your face.

"you heard her my love"

The blonde sat next to you with her eyes wide open as you kept on laughing.

"When did y/n became your favourite nonna?"

The blonde asked.

"When did you bring her here for the first time bambina?"

"NONNA-

You and her grandmother started laughing hysterically as Alessia was mean mugging both of you.

For the rest of the evening you and Alessia started to unpack all the luggage and watched a movie with the rest of the family. You woke up the next morning as the sunlight hit your face and a cute blonde was still asleep. Your arm was draped around her as her back was facing you. Soft sighs were coming from your girl as you placed a few kisses on the back of her head before you got up to surprise her with some of her favourite food.

As you walked into the kitchen you were greeted by nonna who was sitting there peacefully drinking her coffee.

"y/n! how did you sleep bambina?"

"amazing nonna, I really needed that"

"Allora, che vuoi mangiare?

You smiled warmly at the older women as she already got up from her seat to make her way to the fridge.

"Can you show me how to make pastina? It's lessis favourite"

"Of course bambina"

She smiled softly at you as she took out the needed ingredients. Pastina is known as Italian comfort food and Alessia asked for it whenever she was feeling down. You tried every recipe but lets be honest, nonnas way is the only appropriate way.

After Nonna talked you through the steps, the pasta was now boiling in some chicken broth as you two were cutting up some vegetables.

"Y/n, can I ask you something?"

"yeah nonna?"

"Did you and Alessia talk about marriage?"

A soft smile appeared on your face as you remembered the ring appointment you made before you flew to Italy. The amount of silence was enough for nonna to figure out you what you were thinking.

"when are you proposing?"

She asked sweetly as her eyes squeezed shut from all the smiling.

“I made an appointment to get the ring.. but very soon nonna, I promise”

The smile that graced your face made your cheeks hurt as your girlfriends grandmother pulled you in for a big hug.

“avrò dei nipoti!”

The shorter woman screamed in joy as your eyes bulged out.

“wait nonna-“

"we have to learn the dance"

she stated seriously as you looked at her confused

"what dance?"

You asked. Soon enough she explained to you the traditional Italian dance "la tarantella", which was usually done by guests when the couple would have their first dance. After a few minutes you put on some music to try it out.

You and nonna were having the time of your lives trying all sort of dance moves which could go with the music. Meanwhile Alessia was already awake, watching the both of you from afar feeling her heart swelling with love for the both of you.

After a few minutes the blonde entered the room giving her nan a hug and yourself a quick kiss.

"I see you got dance lessons"

She remarked sweetly as she cuddled into your side.

"How much did you see?"

You chuckled as you rested your arm around her, placing another kiss on the side of her head.

"Enough to fall in love with you all over again"

She whispered so only you could hear. Your cheeks turned a crimson colour at alessias confession and even your heart rate doubled.

"You really have a way with words Russo"

The blonde chuckled before she placed another kiss on your cheek.

"Odio rompere il momento but the Pastina is getting cold"

"You made Pastina?"

Your girlfriend asked as her face lit up.

"We, I showed y/n how to make it, now she can cook it for you bambina"

Alessia let out a squeal of joy as she watched the pot full of her comfort food get placed on the table. It was safe to say that you made this recipe a lot of times after you went back to the UK.

#alessia russo #alessia russo x reader #woso fanfics #woso soccer #woso masterlist #fanfic #lionesses #engwnt #woso community #lgbtq #alessia russo imagine #womens football

[gelatinatremolante]

Mangiato la pastina in brodo un po' con la morte nel cuore perché consapevole che farà sempre più caldo e probabilmente sarà stata l'ultima per molto tempo. Grazie per eccerci sempre stata quando ne avevo bisogno ma anche quando pensavo di non averne.

#grande sconfitta per noi inverners

[condividiamolavita]

qualche settimana fa sono venuti i ladri nell' appartamento a venezia e hanno spaccato una finestra

dopo quasi un mese torno e la finestra è ancora spaccata, con vetri annessi

posso dire che ho paura al pensiero di stare sola a casa? ho appena pianto tutte le mie lacrime mentre mangiavo la pastina in brodo

in tutto questo io dovrei studiare per l'esame di mercoledì

#hello it's me #che vita di merda #que dires #scusate per lo sfogo

[mynameis-gloria]

Oggi giornata iniziata con allenamento, seguito da impacchettamenti a sua volta seguiti da strade perfette per scenari horror per poi tuffarmi nel calore e l'affetto di braccia amiche, state distanti parecchi mesi. Merenda e una buona dose di zuccheri, perché oggi valeva tutto e perché vedere che nulla è cambiato è forse la cosa che più mi rende felice. Spesa, un calendario dell'avvento autoregalatomi, e di cui devo ben recuperare 12 caselle, concedermi il lusso di girare, congelarmi il naso e prendere pure freddo sì, avvolta nel cappotto rosso, mentre mi lascio incuriosire da vetrine, e trasportarmi con la fantasia in scenari che non esistono ma che in quel momento mi fanno sorridere, danzare su quelle dannate lancette, senza badarci troppo. Tornare a casa nella sera, canticchiare, cucinare della zucca, gli gnocchi alla romana e mettere sul fuoco del brodo per la pastina, parlare con papà e raccontare di oggi, di quell'assurda cassiera, della nebbia beccata, apparecchiare la tavola, correre in bagno a struccarmi, dedicare 5 minuti alla mia pelle, al mio viso. Coprirmi ed avvolgermi nel pile rosso felpato, indossare il pigiama, mangiare e dialogare. Correre in camera, aprire come una bambina le caselle passate, profumare la stanza con una candela, aver voglia di dire di più. Di raccontare anche le cose più futili. Pensare. Infilarmi sotto al piumone, riflettere sul tempo, apprezzarne e fare tesoro pure delle briciole.

#pensieri #scrivere #martedì

[orotrasparente]

ieri sera ho preso freddo e ora sono a letto con la febbre e la pastina in brodo🫠

[gastronominho]

La Pastina lança ketchup vindo da Itália

Esse é o primeiro produto do mercado a ter Aceto Balsâmico di Modena IGP e tomates italianos

Esse é o primeiro produto do mercado a ter Aceto Balsâmico di Modena IGP e tomates italianos A La Pastina apresenta o ketchup da marca, o primeiro do mercado a ter Aceto Balsâmico di Modena IGP e tomates 100% italianos, o que faz com que o produto tenha um sabor levemente adocicado, diferente dos tradicionais. O produto pode ser usado como molho em sanduíches, batatas fritas, snacks e vegetais,…

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#brasil #comida #la pastina #noticia #novidade

[ginogirolimoni]

C’era una volta una bimba ammalata Perché mangiava solo insalata! Invano la mamma le cucinava, pastina, riso e brodo di fava. Finché un bel giorno la poverina, inventò per le una salsina. Sei pomodori, olio d’oliva, e già saliva dalla cucina un profumino, da lasciar senza fiato ogni vicino. Tutti annusavano a bocca aperta: “Ma questa sì che è una scoperta!” Miei cari bimbi, era stata inventata Di pomodoro la salsa più amata.

CIPRIANI Carmela – CIPRIANI Arrigo, Pappe da favola. Milano, Sperling & Kupfer, 1995.

#cipriani carmela #cipriani arrigo #pappe da favola #pomodoro #sicilia #marzamemi

[fridagentileschi]

IL MONDO PERDUTO

La pastina col formaggino, mentre in tv lady Oscar sognava di salvare la Francia dalla rivoluzione. E il piatto di pasta e ceci conservato in forno per papa'. E i giochi con l' elastico, in cortile, i turni a nascondino. Le bambole allineate sul letto, le botte finte per ridere tra amici,e in televisione, il gioco a quiz con Mike. La spesa nel carrello grande il sabato mattina con tutta la famiglia, l'amore per i primi libri, i racconti appoggiate al muretto sotto casa mentre la mamma ci controllava dalla finestra e la vita che ancora ci sorrideva.

E il cuore che mi batteva sempre per qualche cuore sbagliato. Quel nome scritto storto sul vetro appannato.La torta margherita al venerdì sera insieme alle preghiere. La buonanotte e quella carezza leggera :"Sogna, amore, che poi s'avvera".

[happy-readings]

Amore mio

Y'all remember that one bit in heartstopper that was Charlie finding out Nick can speak French and him absolutely swooning cause honestly who wouldn't in that situation? Yeah this is a rendition of that but instead of Charlie it's Spot and instead of Nick it's Racetrack and instead of French it's Italian cause it's really underrated as a romance language. Enjoy my brainrot vomit that is this fic. (P.s. please excuse it if any of the Italian is wrong, I'm getting it from Google Translate)

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Race has lived in New York for his entire life and even though he knew the cities maze of streets like the back of his hand, he never really stopped to look around at the buildings he was surrounded by for his entire life. That was until he knew Spot. Being with Spot let him slow down a bit, an appreciated change from the usual fast-paced, high energy, constantly moving way he led his life.

This was one of the reasons why they worked so well. Their contrasting lives led the other to see parts of the world they never would have seen before. Race let Spot see the loudness and the ingenuity he so often tried to block out. Spot saw stars in his eyes and that grounded him. But Spot made Race see how nice it was when you weren't constantly moving, constantly on your feet and ready to go. And he did have to admit, it was nice to appreciate the mundane things he didn't see before.

He thought of the way they complimented one another the most on their weekly walks in central park. They made an effort to do this as often as possible, especially during the busier times. It let them catch up, and Race always enjoyed getting out of the house. Before he met Spot the only times Race went to Central Park was to play football with Jack and Albert. Before he met Spot he never would have been able to appreciate the little oasis of greenery in the otherwise gray city.

Just as Race was appreciating the way the sun caught Spots face just right for him to be able to see all the little freckles that dotted his face but blended in with his skin, he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. Spot cut himself off from his complaining of the chatty interns at his office and watched in amusement as Race fumbled through the layers of jackets and coats he was wearing (winter in New York is no joke) to find his phone which was luckily still ringing. He turned a bit away from Spot as he began to speak. "Ciao Mama!" "Sto bene, sess bene, come stai?"

"hai fatto la pastina? Sì, ci piacerebbe un po'!"

"Va bene, passiamo verso le 3, sì sì porteremo il cane, ciao ciao mamma"

Race took the phone down from his ear. "Good news, we don't have to make dinner tonight-" He began before turning to see Spot, still as a statue, with the brightest blush Race as ever seen on his tan cheeks. He had absolute hearts in his eyes and Race finally realized what his husband looked so star-struck about. His face split into his usual smirk as Spot looked to the ground and tried in vain to conceal his blush.

"Shush," Spot said.

"Aww Spottie I didn't know you'd like my Italian so much," Race teased.

Spottie chuckled and walked a little faster, still blushing about how stupidly pretty his husband was.

Race laughed and reached out. He wrapped his hand around Spot's arm "Wait, wait," He said giggling.

Spot turned around and was caught by Race pressing his lips against his. "sei carino amore mio" He said smoothly.

Spot just about died right there. How dare Race be so mind-numbingly gorgeous.

#sprace #newsies #racetrack higgins #spot conlon

[lesolitecose]

Comunque adesso una pastina tattica me la farei.

[just-me-nothing-else]

Ah ma la pastina con il formaggino è considerata un pasto da bambini?

[gelatinatremolante]

Mangiato, con un gravissimo e inaccettabile ritardo, solo stasera la prima pastina in brodo della stagione ma adesso che il mio corpo è composto più da brodo che da acqua, sangue o qualunque altra cosa mi sento rinato e pronto ad affrontare il mondo. Affrontare il mondo mettendo il pigiama e andando a letto.

#sempre se non mi sento male prima

[sciatu]

NOTO - Palazzo Di Lorenzo Marchesi di Castelluccio.

Quando lasciavamo qualche chicco di pastina nel piatto, mia nonna contrariata ci minacciava dicendo “l’abbondanza è un castigo di Dio”, cosa che mi buttava in uno stato angoscioso perché mi sembrava di aver sciupato un dono che mi era stato dato. Ma come poteva essere un castigo l’abbondanza? Quando mai avere il di più poteva essere un castigo? Questo non riuscivo a capirlo. Crescendo alla fine capii quello che mia nonna, e attraverso di lei, generazioni e generazione di nonni e nonnavi attanagliati dalla fame, mi voleva dire. L’abbondanza porta sempre a non considerare importante quanto ci viene dato in quantità superiore alla immediata necessità. Porta all’incuranza, al disprezzo, allo spreco, a non aver ne cura ne desiderio di quanto si ha e ci si illude che né il tempo, ne la natura possano toglierci quello che gratuitamente e senza sforzo abbiamo ricevuto e che alla fine, a causa della nostra incuranza, siamo destinati a perdere. Questo è il risultato di una incosciente abbondanza: la carestia, la perdita di quanto si ha, il desiderio di aver di nuovo quanto fino a ieri non consideravamo neanche. Se consideriamo l’arte in Sicilia, allora l’abbondanza è enorme. Dovunque ti volti vedi un pezzo di storia e bellezza riassunto in un’opera d’arte. Ce n’è tanta che a volte si spreca. Ad esempio, a Noto, il palazzo dei Nobili Di Lorenzo, marchesi di Castelluccio, una volta estinta la famiglia e scaduta la donazione all’ordine di Malta, era destinato a diventare un'altra opera d’arte dimenticata e abbandonata. Ovviamente le lunghe discussioni, i progetti, i piani di recupero si infrangevano contro gli scogli della mancanza di risorse, le secche delle approssimate capacità manageriali e imprenditrici delle istituzioni e delle figure da esse delegate. Ha risolto tutto un francese, monsieur Jean Louis Remilleux che, comprato il palazzo, lo ha restaurato riportandolo alla originale e scenografica bellezza, ridando colore agli affreschi, mobili preziosi ai grandi saloni e ricchi dettagli al suo arredamento. Ora le 105 stanze del palazzo sono tornate alla loro originaria nobiltà in cui l’abbondanza diventa nutrimento continuo, cultura, stimolo e necessità.

When we left a few grains of pasta on the plate, my disapointed grandmother threatened us by saying "Abundance is a punishment from God", which she threw me into a state of anguish because she seemed to have wasted a gift that had been given to me. But how could abundance be a punishment? When could having more be a punishment? This I could not understand. Growing up, I  understood what my grandmother, and through her, generations and generations of grandparents and grandmothers gripped by hunger, wanted to tell me. Abundance always leads to not considering as important what is given to us in quantities exceeding the immediate need. It leads to neglect, contempt, waste, not caring or desire for what you have and we are under the illusion that neither time nor nature can take away from us what we have received freely and without effort and that in the end, in view of our carelessness, we are destined to lose. This is the result of an unconscious abundance: famine, the loss of what we have, the desire to have again, what we did not even consider until yesterday. If we consider art in Sicily, then the abundance is enormous. Wherever you turn you see a piece of history and beauty summed up in a work of art. There is so much that sometimes it is wasted. For example, in Noto, the palace of the Nobili Di Lorenzo, marquises of Castelluccio, once the family was extinguished and the donation to the order of Malta expired, was destined to become another forgotten and abandoned work of art. Obviously the long discussions, the projects, the recovery plans crashed against the rocks of the lack of resources, the shoals of the approximate managerial and entrepreneurial skills of the institutions and of the figures delegated by them. It was solved by a Frenchman, Monsieur Jean Louis Remilleux who, having bought the building, restored it bringing it back to its original and scenographic beauty, giving color to the frescoes, precious furniture to the large halls and rich details to its furnishings. Now the 105 rooms of the palace have returned to their original nobility in which abundance becomes continuous nourishment, culture, stimulus and necessity.

#sciato #Sicily #Noto #Architecture #Art