Description
Pea soup, noodles, halva, cakes, tortillas, anything made from peas. And what delicious pies with peas can be baked!!!! But now we will talk about the casserole of peas. In ancient times there was a story one. The time is long past, the tale remained. Young to sample it. The old man in joy.
Ingredients
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Peas
1 cup
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Mushrooms
100 g
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Carrots
1 piece
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Onion
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Butter
4 Tbsp
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Chicken egg
2 piece
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Salt
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Milk
50 ml
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Spices
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Greens
Cooking
Italian count from the sort Aleramo, Wanted to marry a Russian lady. But beyond the beauty, the hands of the right place grow. Here in Russia it goes, Ahead of the Herald. Announce to all the law, All virgins so:
From Italy to you count Benedetto rides. Who will feed the best, my Wife would be so.
And girls seamstresses At the plate to flit like birds of Steel, cook, make, one Italian to feed.
Only girl Marfusha That goodness was a simple, Became suddenly sad.
- That the Marfa, you're sad, Nothing to say?- Her grandmother asked with infancy growth. -Where the struggle to stand up to me, a Very poor orphan? But the old lady a Look, granddaughter, at Least one of all the flour, Yes different pens. He's an Italian gentleman, Make him a tureen. - Grandma, what is this miracle dish? How to cook it be? - And you, granddaughter, don't be shy, Bring the peas, please. Terrine - a dish a foreigner, And in Russian - the casserole! Before becoming to cook, turn from sin and pray. Proceed to the Affairs of love, will not hurry. - Grandma, bless....- grandmother baptizes and teaches:
Rajmachi first peas.
Razbari until soft.
Itachi until soft, With milk and butter.
Whip fresh egg, Better couple Luggage.
Now fry the onions, carrots, and mushrooms.
Martha just takes everything, Spices, salt adds.
Gently knead all into the oven In the form sends the oven.
And after forty minutes, the casserole is here. Here the Herald shouted, All the girls to the yard called.
That was really fun! What a miracle! Virgo naradas beautiful Meals in the Palace are. And Marfa, too. Who is rich and arrogant, closer to the door. And Marfa is ours, Then all poor. Now her turn comes. It is the last it is included. Benedicto really not happy: Tried soup, salad, Lobster, carrot, chocolate..... Delicious like all of it, but: – "Not that one! Not!! Not!!!"
- Here is a terrine you take my Italian master. Casserole though simple, But lovingly served. Martha quietly stands On a handsome man is not looking. - What are you, the girl silent? And smooth your praise? To say I will not... For all I say dish.
The Italian sat virgin was stunned! Casserole for two accounts Chewed, chewed and ate it. Well, came to an end: Martha took it away. Well, his grandmother did not forget, All Italy drove off. And morality, what is? Grandma was right, Listen to all granddaughters: at Least one of all the flour, Yes different pens!
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