Astariomaria Cossileffi

Hey guys!

So… we’re working on this uni project right now which is all about applying our SEO skills. In other words: we’ve been split into project groups and had to create a blog from scratch. Once every group had a brand new, totally randomly titled blog (well, we might have had a bit of a strategy here…) our prof gave us the made up name of Astariomaria Cossileffi, which has absolutely zero results in the Google research.
The aim of the project is to fill our blog with content about this mystery man and get it ranked as high as possible in the search results of Google – within three weeks. On the 14th of December, our prof will type in the fantastic name into Google and the group of the top result will win extra points for the exam. Are you still following me? 😉

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So anyway, this is our blog: https://quelgiornoincui.wordpress.com if you’r interested in our blog, the life of Astariomaria Cossileffi or simply want to support our aim to win, have a look and perhaps share it on other channels.

As always,

XX, Angie

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Happy Thanksgiving!

As a European, pumpkin pie is something I know from American films and television series. It’s not even a thing in the UK, as far as I can tell.

So when I found a can of pumpkin puree in my local deli I simply had to get it – for research purposes, obviously!
Most of the recipes for pumpkin pie I found online ask for a pre-made pie shell, as in: “Take your store-bought pie base, whip up the filling and amaze your family this Thanksgiving!” (Yeah, my discovery came just in time for a Thanksgiving pie!) So I actually had to figure out how to make a proper pie base first. It involved a lot of butter and a lot of love, but I got there eventually. The filling was rather easy; though I had to do some magic, as I didn’t find all the stuff I needed in the local supermarket and I had to improvise a pie dish.

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Long story short: I bake my first pumpkin pie, just in time for Thanksgiving and my flatmate’s birhtday! And it turned out quite nice, actually (as far as I can tell, not having tased one ever before :D)

XX, a very American Angie

Sunset in the eternal city

My uni timetable is rather weird this semester. It leaves me with a lot of free hours between courses, which I usually spend at the library, killing time and pretending to study.
On Wednesdays I finish “globalisation and new media” at 3pm, only to have to wait until 5pm for the last class of the day. To be honest, I rarely get any work done in those hours. As it’s the time for merenda, most of the times I am confused wether I crave a piece of cake, a double espresso or a nice cuppa tea. And usually end up chatting with my colleagues in the mensa.
Anyhow, today I decided to go for a walk. I crossed the ponte dei angeli and made my way to Piazza Navona, where I found a little café in one of the back streets and had a piece of cake and read a bit before I headed back to uni.

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The views on my way back confirmed my love for this amazing and beautiful city. Look at that wonder full sky!

XX, Angie

Eine Wucht!

Wuchteln are the ultimate comfort food! They are basically little yeast buns stuffed with marmalade, served with warm vanilla custard. Heaven!

I have been talking to one of my flatmates recently and tried to explain this traditional Austrian dish, which is actually served as a main course. So I decided to give it a go and show her what I mean.

I never made Wuchteln before. Usually my grandma makes a huge quantity of them and then the whole family’s having a feast. But I consulted her 24h-telephone service for grandchildren abroad and used the homemade marmalade I had saved for a special occasion, so essentially nothing could go wrong.
They turned out just as they are supposed to: fluffy and absolutely amazing. I got really nostalgic when I tried them, they tased just like home!

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Now I’m really proud of myself, as I’m one step closer to being a really good grandma, but I’m also kinda food-induced homesick.

XX, Angie