For this cake you going to need:
4 large eggs
1 1/2 cups sugar
3/4 cup walnut
1/2 cup olive oil
1 cup all purpose flour
Finely grated zest of 1 orange
1/2 cup freshly squeezed orange juice (2 oranges)
1 tablespoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
Confectioners' sugar, for dusting
1. preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Grease and flour 9-inch spring form pan.
2. Grind walnuts in food processor until finely ground, almost like bread crumbs. Combine ground walnuts, flour, baking powder and salt and set aside.
3. Using an electric mixer, beat the eggs in a large bowl until frothy, about 2 minutes. Gradually add 1 1/2 cup granulated sugar and beat until mixture is light, thick and lemon-colored, for about 2 minutes. Add 1/2 cup olive oil, 1/2 cup fresh orange juice, orange zest and continue beating. Slowly beat in walnut-flour mixture and mix until just combined.
4. Pour the batter into the prepared pan, smoothing the top with a spatula. Bake the cake for 50-60 minutes, or until toothpick inserted in the center of the cake comes out clean.
5
. Allow the cake to cool in the pan for 10 minutes, remove sides of pan and then carefully invert it onto wire rack. Cool completely. Place cake on a cake plate and dust with confectioners' sugar.
1 bunch asparagus
1/4 cup butter
1/4 cup white wine
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon black pepper
Sliced almonds
1. Bring a large pot of water to a boil. Add asparagus and cook until just bright green, 2 to 4 minutes. Remove from water, rinse under cold water and drain.
2. Melt butter in a large skillet over medium heat. Add wine, salt, and pepper, and stir until mixed. Stir in reserved asparagus, cook until thickened, sprinkle with almonds and serve immediately.
I found this beautiful, love story in internet: "Roses for Rose", written by James A. kisner. Hope you like it.
Roses For Rose
Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose.
And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows.
The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.
The card said, "Be my Valentine," like all the years before.
Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say,
"I love you even more this year, than last year on this day.
My love for you will always grow, with every passing year."
She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.
She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day.
Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away.
He always liked to do things early, way before the time.
Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine.
She trimmed the steams, and place them in a special vase.
Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.
She would sit for hours, in her husband's favorite chair.
While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there.
A ear went by, and it was hard to live without her mate.
With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate.
Then, the very hour, as on Valentines before,
The doorbell rang, and there was roses, sitting by her door.
She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock.
Then, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop.
The owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain,
Why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain?
"I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago,"
The owner said, "I knew you'd call, and you would want to know.
The flower you received today, were paid in advance.
Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance.
There is a standing order, that I have on file down here,
And he has paid, well in advance, you'll get them every year.
There also is another thing, that I think you should know,
He wrote a special little card... he did this years ago.
Then, should ever I find out that he's no longer here,
That's the card... that should be sent, to you the following year."
She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard.
Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card.
Inside the card, she saw that he had written her note.
Then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote...
"Hello my love, Iknow it's been a year since I've been gone,
I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome.
I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real.
For if it was the other way, I know how I would feel.
The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.
I loved you more than words can say, you were perfect wife.
You were my friend and lover, you fulfiled my every need.
I know it's only been a year, but please try not to grieve.
I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears.
That is why the roses will be sent to you for years.
When you get this roses, think of all the happiness,
That we had together, and how both of us were blessed.
I have always loved you and I know I always will.
But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still.
Please... try to find happiness, while living out your days.
I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways.
The roses will come every year, and they will only stop,
When your door's not answered, when the florist stops to knock.
He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out.
But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt,
To take the roses to the place, where I've instructed him,
And place the roses where we are together once again.
