<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:09:05.813-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor e Carinho qb</title><subtitle type='html'>Vida ,comida , amor e carinho quanto baste</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-3228226150948491714</id><published>2009-03-01T00:37:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:45:49.676-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bolachas de chocolate com sabor a laranja</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_91XRdkg2a34/SanorFymXNI/AAAAAAAAAMM/FIErdy8IRFQ/s1600-h/IMGP1506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308029462819265746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_91XRdkg2a34/SanorFymXNI/AAAAAAAAAMM/FIErdy8IRFQ/s400/IMGP1506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Deliciem-se!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;50g de chocolate com recheio de laranja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;50g de chocolate em barra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;80g de manteiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;150g de farinha (eu utilizei farinha integral e normal, metade de cada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;2 ovos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;1/2 colher de sobremesa de fermento em pó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Derreter os chocolates e a manteiga em banho-maria. Retirar do lume e juntar os dois ovos. Mexer bem e adicionar a farinha e o fermento. Deixar a massa repousar por uma hora e depois formar as bolachas e levar ao forno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-3228226150948491714?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/3228226150948491714/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=3228226150948491714' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/3228226150948491714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/3228226150948491714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2009/03/bolachas-de-chocolate-com-sabor-laranja.html' title='Bolachas de chocolate com sabor a laranja'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_91XRdkg2a34/SanorFymXNI/AAAAAAAAAMM/FIErdy8IRFQ/s72-c/IMGP1506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-4545550046404138367</id><published>2008-07-20T12:07:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-07-20T12:35:03.536Z</updated><title type='text'>Miosótis, Morgana...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tenho uma amiga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Que tão bem me conhece mostrando-o pelas sugestões cinematográficas que me faz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Diz sempre "este filme é a tua cara" ou " é fabuloso, vais adorar"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/SIMvBOJjhyI/AAAAAAAAAIo/deW3bbuEbCM/s1600-h/F1020037.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225071690704455458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" height="282" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/SIMvBOJjhyI/AAAAAAAAAIo/deW3bbuEbCM/s400/F1020037.JPG" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E adoro-os sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E são sempre a minha cara, o meu eu, o meu eu que parece que só ela consegue ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;O meu eu solto, desprendido de máscaras, de defesas, de barreiras, de censuras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;O meu eu de que tanto sinto falta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;O meu eu que ri com vontade sem conseguir parar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;O meu eu taralhouco, espontâneo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lembrei-me dela por este último filme que vi, mais um que faz relembrar a magia da vida e continuar a acreditar nela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"O Sabor do Amor", ou o titulo original "My Blueberry Nights"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-4545550046404138367?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/4545550046404138367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=4545550046404138367' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/4545550046404138367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/4545550046404138367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2008/07/miostis-morgana.html' title='Miosótis, Morgana...'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/SIMvBOJjhyI/AAAAAAAAAIo/deW3bbuEbCM/s72-c/F1020037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-7962010429695102617</id><published>2008-07-15T21:23:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:41:20.860Z</updated><title type='text'>Manteiga com sabor a Verão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/SH0YJHeEDnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/LLhBKfiR6BI/s1600-h/IMG_0953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223357687722675826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/SH0YJHeEDnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/LLhBKfiR6BI/s400/IMG_0953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Da Praia do Almoxarife, um almofariz para me ajudar a acolher bem bons amigos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Salva, tomilho, Manjericão e Hortelã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Manteiga qb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Amassar bem no almofariz e levar ao frigorífico até á hora de servir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Experimentem barrar numas torradas de rosquilha!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Esta é uma das razões porque este arquipélago é a maravilha de que falam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-7962010429695102617?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/7962010429695102617/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=7962010429695102617' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/7962010429695102617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/7962010429695102617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2008/07/manteiga-com-sabor-vero.html' title='Manteiga com sabor a Verão'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/SH0YJHeEDnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/LLhBKfiR6BI/s72-c/IMG_0953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-9171017699933353556</id><published>2008-04-13T23:00:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:31:42.379Z</updated><title type='text'>Delícias de Pascoa II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/SAKWRGHAhtI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zhscbIktd6Y/s1600-h/flores+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188874941126182610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/SAKWRGHAhtI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zhscbIktd6Y/s320/flores+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;E mais uma prenda da minha querida amiga , a Senhora das Orquídeas!&lt;br /&gt;Um cremoso arroz doce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1/2 kg de arroz&lt;br /&gt;1/2 kg de açucar&lt;br /&gt;3/4 de litro de leite&lt;br /&gt;5 ovos&lt;br /&gt;1 colher (sopa) manteiga&lt;br /&gt;duas lascas de limão&lt;br /&gt;3/4 de litro de água&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leva-se ao lume um tacho com a água e o limão. Ao ferver adiciona-se o arroz e quando estiver quase cozido deita-se o leite, mexendo sempre. Mistura-se o açucar e a manteiga e mexe-se até ficar meio enxuto. Retira-se do lume e deita-se as gemas batidas , sempre a mexer para não talhar. Leva-se novamente ao lume par misturar bem. Depois de retirar do lume junta-se duas claras em castelo. Coloca-se num prato epolvilha-se com canela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Divinal!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-9171017699933353556?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/9171017699933353556/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=9171017699933353556' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/9171017699933353556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/9171017699933353556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2008/04/delcias-de-pascoa-ii.html' title='Delícias de Pascoa II'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/SAKWRGHAhtI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zhscbIktd6Y/s72-c/flores+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-4473448486837079509</id><published>2008-04-13T22:18:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:43:03.824Z</updated><title type='text'>Delícias da minha Páscoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Há bolos que se comem e nos sabem bem na altura e há bolos que se comem e duram o resto da vida. É o caso deste que aqui vos deixo. Não o fiz ainda mas tive o privilégio de o receber na Páscoa. Era grande e por isso esteve uma semana em cima da mesa. E não, não se estragou! Aliás, uma semana depois estava exactamente da mesma maneira como no primeiro dia: fofinho, molhadinho e delicioso!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/SAKMKWHAhsI/AAAAAAAAAII/om8ZWiwiDzI/s1600-h/flores+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188863830045787842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px" height="354" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/SAKMKWHAhsI/AAAAAAAAAII/om8ZWiwiDzI/s320/flores+002.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bolo de Laranja e Côco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6 ovos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2 chávenas de açúcar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1 chávena de óleo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2 chávenas de farinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1 colher (sopa) de fermento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Raspa e sumo de 3 laranjas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5og de côco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Batem-se as gemas com o açucar até ficarem esbranquiçados e vai-se juntando os restantes ingredientes , fivando para o fim as claras batidas em castelo. Leva-se ao forno e depois de retirar, ainda na forma, rega-se o bolo com uma mistura 1 chávena de sumo de laranja com 3 colheres (sopa) de açucar. Para embelezar, pode-se polvilhar o bolo com côco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A receita é de uma senhora tão doce quanto simpática, a quem tive também o privilégio de conhecer. Obrigada também por esta orquídea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-4473448486837079509?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/4473448486837079509/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=4473448486837079509' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/4473448486837079509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/4473448486837079509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2008/04/delcias-da-minha-pscoa.html' title='Delícias da minha Páscoa'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/SAKMKWHAhsI/AAAAAAAAAII/om8ZWiwiDzI/s72-c/flores+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-16037031133247775</id><published>2008-04-13T19:58:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-04-13T20:15:17.926Z</updated><title type='text'>Sopa de inhame...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/SAJpb2HAhqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_C1g1xO5s9c/s1600-h/flores+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188825647786526370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/SAJpb2HAhqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_C1g1xO5s9c/s400/flores+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/SAJoqWHAhpI/AAAAAAAAAHw/4zlPI2Md284/s1600-h/flores+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;...para a minha mais fiel leitora, a Peixinha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Base&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Inhame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Abóbora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Salsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Deixar cozer, desfazer em puré e temperar com sal e azeite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Como bóias, folhas de nabiças e vagens de favas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Parece estranho, eu sei, mas experimentem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-16037031133247775?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/16037031133247775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=16037031133247775' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/16037031133247775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/16037031133247775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2008/04/sopa-de-inhame.html' title='Sopa de inhame...'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/SAJpb2HAhqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_C1g1xO5s9c/s72-c/flores+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-1049778915037072388</id><published>2008-02-25T19:21:00.007-01:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T19:39:58.150-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Batata doce para o Gui e companhia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/R8MmygFVZqI/AAAAAAAAAHk/g5lJ46DVqA4/s1600-h/casa+e+amigos+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171019446199084706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" height="422" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/R8MmygFVZqI/AAAAAAAAAHk/g5lJ46DVqA4/s400/casa+e+amigos+042.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Biscoitos para um reconfortante lanche em família...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3/4 chávena (de chá) de batata doce cozida e amassada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1 colher (sopa) de açucar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1 colher (café) de sal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;4 colheres (sopa) de manteiga derretida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2/3 chávena (de chá) de leite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1 1/4 chávena (de chá) de farinha e amido de milho (metade ,metade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1 colher (sobremesa) de fermento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mistura-se tudo por esta ordem e a apresentação é como preferirem. Eu , nesta primeira vez, coloquei um pouco de massa no fundo de forminhas individuais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nham,nham !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-1049778915037072388?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/1049778915037072388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=1049778915037072388' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/1049778915037072388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/1049778915037072388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2008/02/batata-doce-para-o-gui-e-companhia.html' title='Batata doce para o Gui e companhia'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/R8MmygFVZqI/AAAAAAAAAHk/g5lJ46DVqA4/s72-c/casa+e+amigos+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-5957066061012388078</id><published>2007-11-20T21:48:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T22:03:37.834-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sopa macia de agrião</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/R0NnMivh62I/AAAAAAAAAHc/aI_tjDy58Fk/s1600-h/casa+e+amigos+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135061465314749282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="318" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/R0NnMivh62I/AAAAAAAAAHc/aI_tjDy58Fk/s400/casa+e+amigos+025.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Como pode alguma coisa de agrião ser macia? Vejam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Feijão branco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Abóbora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cebola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Agrião , o suficiente para dar o seu sabor à sopa, nem mais nem menos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Azeite e sal, pois claro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Colocar uma panela com água ao lume.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aconselho a não iniciar com uma grande quantidade de água, porque o creme deverá ficar macio, suave.assim mesmo, nem mais nem menos! Será melhor juntar mais depois de passar os ingredientes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Quando ferver, juntar a cebola, o feijão e a abóbora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Depois de cozidos passa-se com a varinha mágica e leva-se novamente ao lume para temperar e adicionar os agriões .Deixar levantar fervura apenas e apagar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-5957066061012388078?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/5957066061012388078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=5957066061012388078' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/5957066061012388078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/5957066061012388078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/11/sopa-macia-de-agrio.html' title='Sopa macia de agrião'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/R0NnMivh62I/AAAAAAAAAHc/aI_tjDy58Fk/s72-c/casa+e+amigos+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-1652147651860909531</id><published>2007-11-20T19:34:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T19:58:33.694-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um guisadinho...hmmmm!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/R0NKWivh61I/AAAAAAAAAHU/wYogBri9-wY/s1600-h/na+guia+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135029751276235602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/R0NKWivh61I/AAAAAAAAAHU/wYogBri9-wY/s400/na+guia+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lentilhas , que se pôem de molho umas boas horas antes ,ou até de um dia para o outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Abóbora , cortada aos cubos pequeninos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nabiças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1 ovo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cebola picada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Alho picado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tomilho fresco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Azeite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Faz-se um estrogido (refogado) com a cebola, o alho , o azeite e um nadinha de água . Deixa-se aloirar um pouquinho e junta-se a abóbora e o tomilho . Vai-se adicionando água aos pouquinhos, deixando sempre apurar bem.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Eu sei que esta é a parte que normalmente aceleramos, deitando a água toda de uma vez, mas acreditem que se perde muito do sabor quando se faz isso. Ensinou-mo a minha avó que refilava e refilava cada vez que me via verter uma grande quantidade de água loo no início!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quando tiver a água necessária junta-se as lentilhas ,por cima destas o ovo a escalfar e deixa-se cozinhar durante cerca de 10 minutos. Passado esse tempo entram as nabiças , envolvendo com cuidado para não retalhar o ovo . Deixa-se levantar apenas a fervura para se ficar com o bom sabor destes vegetais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Para uma noite fresquinha...nhammm!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-1652147651860909531?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/1652147651860909531/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=1652147651860909531' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/1652147651860909531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/1652147651860909531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/11/um-guisadinhohmmmm.html' title='Um guisadinho...hmmmm!!!'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/R0NKWivh61I/AAAAAAAAAHU/wYogBri9-wY/s72-c/na+guia+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-2734540777689758631</id><published>2007-11-05T21:12:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:38:14.614-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Espinafres para Eles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/Ry-oFL8t4sI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vdwRvqGL5ug/s1600-h/na+guia+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129503307658552002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/Ry-oFL8t4sI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vdwRvqGL5ug/s400/na+guia+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Doce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ele&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Transparente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eles&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;são...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Amigos, muito amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;De confiança, toda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sinceros,completamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Daquele tipo de pessoas que nos faz sentir priveligiados pelo simples facto de os termos à nossa volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Daquele tipo de casal que nos faz acreditar ou reforçar a nossa crença no Amor .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Esta é a receita que lhes está prometida há uns dias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Faz-se um refogado com cebola,alho e azeite . Depois junta-se o tomate maduro (pode ser o mesmo da sopa!) e condimenta-se com sal e uma mistura de pimentas e coentros . Vai-se deitando água aos pouquinhos , não muita de cada vez. A seguir vai a mistura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;de frutos do mar e depois os espinafres. Deixa-se no lume até ganhar bem o gosto de todos os ingredientes e por fim, a massa. Serve-se logo que sai do fogão, bem molhadinha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-2734540777689758631?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/2734540777689758631/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=2734540777689758631' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/2734540777689758631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/2734540777689758631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/11/espinafres-para-eles.html' title='Espinafres para Eles'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/Ry-oFL8t4sI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vdwRvqGL5ug/s72-c/na+guia+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-6574428012644964098</id><published>2007-10-25T20:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-25T21:11:05.363Z</updated><title type='text'>Bolo miminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RyEGPL8t4rI/AAAAAAAAAFk/H_XPZCjtErE/s1600-h/tontices+e+belezas+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125384708899594930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RyEGPL8t4rI/AAAAAAAAAFk/H_XPZCjtErE/s320/tontices+e+belezas+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Este é um bolo feito para me mimar , num destes dias menos bons , em que estou feliz mas triste... (não fosse a tristeza tão aborrecidinha, até nem me importava de ter mais vezes esta inspiração!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;100g de açucar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;100g de manteiga derretida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2 ovos (podem separá-los, mas eu estava com muita preguicinha!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1 colher de chá de essência de baunilha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;50g de amêndoa moída&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;50g de farinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1 colher de chá de fermento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(Lembrem-se que o fiz para mim, daí ser um bolo pequenino)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bater o açucar com os ovos e a manteiga . Misturar a amêndoa e a baunilha . Peneirar a farinha e o fermento . Envolver bem e levar ao forno .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-6574428012644964098?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/6574428012644964098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=6574428012644964098' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/6574428012644964098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/6574428012644964098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/10/bolo-miminho.html' title='Bolo miminho'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RyEGPL8t4rI/AAAAAAAAAFk/H_XPZCjtErE/s72-c/tontices+e+belezas+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-1446219958643595819</id><published>2007-10-13T17:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-13T17:10:23.029Z</updated><title type='text'>A gargalhada do Hugo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gargalhada&lt;/span&gt; do &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hugo&lt;/span&gt; é &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mágica&lt;/span&gt; . Faz-me parar, ficar quietinha , em silêncio interior e exterior , para a ouvir com atenção . Faz-me &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;sorrir&lt;/span&gt; . E faz-me desejar que dure muito e muito, mais ainda. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hugo&lt;/span&gt; é aquele &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;menino&lt;/span&gt; que em tempos me baptizou com o nome &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Maruca&lt;/span&gt; , porque não conseguia dizer o &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-1446219958643595819?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/1446219958643595819/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=1446219958643595819' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/1446219958643595819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/1446219958643595819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/10/gargalhada-do-hugo.html' title='A gargalhada do Hugo'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-6547814338308043311</id><published>2007-10-13T00:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-10-13T00:25:38.727Z</updated><title type='text'>All I Ask of You-The Phantom of the Opera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/LZ-KAFMp4Kk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/LZ-KAFMp4Kk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uma música, duas letras , duas definições do Amor . Eu escolho esta. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-6547814338308043311?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/6547814338308043311/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=6547814338308043311' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/6547814338308043311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/6547814338308043311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/10/all-i-ask-of-you-phantom-of-opera.html' title='All I Ask of You-The Phantom of the Opera'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-48620068111908839</id><published>2007-10-12T23:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-10-12T23:20:35.990Z</updated><title type='text'>Para Além do Horizonte (What Dreams May Come)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/GYwSIhOJH-Q' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/GYwSIhOJH-Q'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A magia do amor e dos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;As sensações que tive depois de ver este filme , e que nunca se repetiram até ao dia de hoje (e como lhes sinto falta!), fazem deste o filme da minha vida .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-48620068111908839?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/48620068111908839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=48620068111908839' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/48620068111908839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/48620068111908839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/10/para-alm-do-horizonte-what-dreams-may.html' title='Para Além do Horizonte (What Dreams May Come)'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-8065814230786447670</id><published>2007-10-12T22:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-12T22:33:31.465Z</updated><title type='text'>E quando a preguiça vence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;... nada melhor do que ovos e salsichas !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ovos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Leite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Courgette ralada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Beringela ralada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ananás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Salsichas às rodelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Misturar tudo e levar à sertã . Regar com xarope de rosas e acompanhar com tostinhas .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Assim se dá um sabor diferente e agradável à preguiça .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-8065814230786447670?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/8065814230786447670/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=8065814230786447670' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/8065814230786447670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/8065814230786447670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/10/e-quando-preguia-vence.html' title='E quando a preguiça vence...'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-8152147137273297707</id><published>2007-10-12T22:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-10-12T22:19:14.640Z</updated><title type='text'>Forrest Gump </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/l5cLZJ_WvuE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/l5cLZJ_WvuE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...e como a sua "estupidez" lhe permitiu viver a sua vida em pleno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque é tão difícil às pessoas entenderem que há coisas que se fazem pela simples razão de se querer e outras que deixam de se fazer pela simples razão de já não se querer ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-8152147137273297707?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/8152147137273297707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=8152147137273297707' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/8152147137273297707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/8152147137273297707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/10/forrest-gump.html' title='Forrest Gump '/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-733127303331665609</id><published>2007-10-12T22:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-10-12T22:08:18.064Z</updated><title type='text'>You've got mail </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/o1zySUz465w' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/o1zySUz465w'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meg Ryan, naturalmente! A Marisa sabe porquê.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-733127303331665609?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/733127303331665609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=733127303331665609' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/733127303331665609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/733127303331665609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-got-mail.html' title='You&amp;#39;ve got mail 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-1977431816262378923?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/1977431816262378923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=1977431816262378923' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/1977431816262378923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/1977431816262378923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/10/e-resultar-numa-valsa-assim.html' title='...e resultar numa valsa assim'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-8451088898639834722</id><published>2007-10-12T18:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-10-12T18:25:59.093Z</updated><title type='text'>Podia começar assim ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/UoVYXwMkr0U' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/UoVYXwMkr0U'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Antes do Amanhecer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-8451088898639834722?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/8451088898639834722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=8451088898639834722' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/8451088898639834722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/8451088898639834722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/10/podia-comear-assim.html' title='Podia começar assim ...'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-210053191267495106</id><published>2007-10-12T01:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-10-12T01:44:52.708Z</updated><title type='text'>À Procura da Terra do Nunca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/uCcO_SvxLRY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/uCcO_SvxLRY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A verdadeira história de Peter , aquele que um dia veio a ser Pan ...e vejam, ele afinal cresceu! Só que nunca deixou de brincar .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-210053191267495106?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/210053191267495106/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=210053191267495106' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/210053191267495106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/210053191267495106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/10/procura-da-terra-do-nunca.html' title='À Procura da Terra do Nunca'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-3547284570120683401</id><published>2007-10-12T00:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-10-12T00:36:27.560Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/IwUOyY9a3ls' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/IwUOyY9a3ls'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Porque nós só gostamos de ver os filmes , quando os vivemos achamos que não é vida para mim ..." Peixa&lt;br /&gt;Um grande beijinho para ti , de quem acredita que a vida é um desses filmes bonitos .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-3547284570120683401?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/3547284570120683401/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=3547284570120683401' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/3547284570120683401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/3547284570120683401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-ending.html' title='Happy Ending'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-254445458274038446</id><published>2007-10-11T23:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-10-11T23:35:42.335Z</updated><title type='text'>Canção Simples</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/-hogjjh46Hw' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/-hogjjh46Hw'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Receita simples :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Os pais perfeitos os meus)&lt;br /&gt;  Uma semana cheia de amor e  carinho (o deles por mim e o meu por eles)&lt;br /&gt;   Primavera em Outubro&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Resultado : tive muito masi do que o sol ... e a chuva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-254445458274038446?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/254445458274038446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=254445458274038446' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/254445458274038446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/254445458274038446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/10/cano-simples_11.html' title='Canção Simples'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-1942140424849785715</id><published>2007-10-10T23:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-10-10T23:52:31.672Z</updated><title type='text'>A Minha Vida Sem Mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Qj5h6jLZT4I' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Qj5h6jLZT4I'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Como um filme sobre um tema triste nos pode fazer sentir tão leves e descontraídos ... um filme simples em tudo .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-1942140424849785715?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/1942140424849785715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=1942140424849785715' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/1942140424849785715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/1942140424849785715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/10/minha-vida-sem-mim.html' title='A Minha Vida Sem Mim'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-190182333594497536</id><published>2007-10-10T21:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-10T22:11:48.449Z</updated><title type='text'>O hipopótamo do David</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-78838e51d58ab994" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D78838e51d58ab994%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331621019%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FF9AB5EF95719F4271748181213A62FDDC40798.57A2E60260F71A70321B566AD8D9A15B7A6D0B9A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D78838e51d58ab994%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMC_l0rUQXZkxiAfs5ZC1LviChQM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D78838e51d58ab994%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331621019%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FF9AB5EF95719F4271748181213A62FDDC40798.57A2E60260F71A70321B566AD8D9A15B7A6D0B9A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D78838e51d58ab994%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMC_l0rUQXZkxiAfs5ZC1LviChQM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não imaginam a quantidade de vezes que dancei esta deliciosa música com o meu amor David que com o seu dedito não deixou mais que o hipopótamo fugisse com o seu companheiro canito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-190182333594497536?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=78838e51d58ab994&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/190182333594497536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=190182333594497536' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/190182333594497536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/190182333594497536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-hipoptamo-do-david.html' title='O hipopótamo do David'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-1056912384073512442</id><published>2007-09-25T00:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-25T01:22:01.992Z</updated><title type='text'>O Amor não é ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;... cinzento . É branco e preto , sendo estes metáforas da certeza .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RvhhioLtv-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/_PTkT6xvCQ8/s1600-h/f%C3%A9rias+2007+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113944624409198562" style="WIDTH: 672px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RvhhioLtv-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/_PTkT6xvCQ8/s320/f%C3%A9rias+2007+019.jpg" width="480" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...crescente ou decrescente . Já existe , só tem que ser descoberto .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-1056912384073512442?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/1056912384073512442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=1056912384073512442' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/1056912384073512442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/1056912384073512442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-amor-no.html' title='O Amor não é ...'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RvhhioLtv-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/_PTkT6xvCQ8/s72-c/f%C3%A9rias+2007+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-2080035420877021479</id><published>2007-09-06T21:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-06T21:29:46.402Z</updated><title type='text'>E outra vez sobre o Amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RuBxHqFCWAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/SSAgFHeVWfM/s1600-h/F1020038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107206353806579714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RuBxHqFCWAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/SSAgFHeVWfM/s320/F1020038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Why does it take one minute to say hello and forever to say goodbye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In this world of change nothing that comes , stays..and nothing wich is gone is lost"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Happy Ending" , Mika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-2080035420877021479?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/2080035420877021479/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=2080035420877021479' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/2080035420877021479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/2080035420877021479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/09/e-outra-vez-sobre-o-amor.html' title='E outra vez sobre o Amor...'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RuBxHqFCWAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/SSAgFHeVWfM/s72-c/F1020038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-6940597317199834508</id><published>2007-08-01T22:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-02T00:21:55.297Z</updated><title type='text'>Na ponta da ilha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RrEQ2rl5x7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/LBSapD5lB0s/s1600-h/Faial+e+Pico+2007+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093871185133422514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 418px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RrEQ2rl5x7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/LBSapD5lB0s/s320/Faial+e+Pico+2007+038.JPG" width="378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Fotografia gentilmente cedida por ... Peixa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Pico , a ilha mãe do ponto mais alto de Portugal , um dos melhores exemplos (na minha opinião naturalmente) da tão conhecida beleza açoriana torna-se também tão especial para o meu coração por pequenos recantos perdidos mas cheios de amor e carinho, sem dúvida alguma. Cantinhos onde somos recebidos com grandes sorrisos, doces abraços e claro, um copinho das delicias "bacónicas" típicas da ilha . Na partida , um até breve e um pacotinho de bolachas para a viagem&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;" O Zimbreiro"&lt;/span&gt; é o nome .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-6940597317199834508?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/6940597317199834508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=6940597317199834508' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/6940597317199834508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/6940597317199834508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/08/na-ponta-da-ilha.html' title='Na ponta da ilha'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RrEQ2rl5x7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/LBSapD5lB0s/s72-c/Faial+e+Pico+2007+038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-4884228286814532736</id><published>2007-08-01T20:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-01T22:08:49.223Z</updated><title type='text'>Deliciosa aventura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RrEA3Ll5x4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/WnKYSrar9GQ/s1600-h/Aventura+do+Pico+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093853601537312642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RrEA3Ll5x4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/WnKYSrar9GQ/s200/Aventura+do+Pico+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RrDy7rl5x2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/PZtJhuSm01w/s1600-h/Aventura+do+Pico+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093838285683935074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RrDy7rl5x2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/PZtJhuSm01w/s200/Aventura+do+Pico+013.jpg" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ingredientes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RrEDSbl5x6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/1O49BnLTC2U/s1600-h/Aventura+do+Pico+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093856268712003490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RrEDSbl5x6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/1O49BnLTC2U/s200/Aventura+do+Pico+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Uma montanha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Três pessoas lindas (uma é suspeita para o dizer!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Quilos de uma misteriosa determinação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Toneladas de boa disposição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Silêncio na dose certa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Litros de confiança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Simplicidade de espírito sem limites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nebulosidade, sol, chuva e vento qb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RrEB-bl5x5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/cYlK8bVVaNE/s1600-h/Aventura+do+Pico+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093854825602992018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RrEB-bl5x5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/cYlK8bVVaNE/s200/Aventura+do+Pico+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Misturar todos os ingredientes num barco e atravessar o canal , aquele do "Mau tempo no canal". Reservar para levedar durante alguns minutos . Colocar numa forma confortável e levar ao forno . Esperar 24 horas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;O resultado será sem dúvida inesquecível !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-4884228286814532736?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/4884228286814532736/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=4884228286814532736' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/4884228286814532736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/4884228286814532736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/08/deliciosa-aventura.html' title='Deliciosa aventura'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RrEA3Ll5x4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/WnKYSrar9GQ/s72-c/Aventura+do+Pico+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-9110605263195691103</id><published>2007-07-08T18:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-08T19:28:42.623Z</updated><title type='text'>Aveia com limão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RpE311pdnWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/eYecR22N7pE/s1600-h/grande+dia!+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084906852351581538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RpE311pdnWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/eYecR22N7pE/s400/grande+dia!+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mais uma delícia para juntarem a um pequeno-almoço fresquinho , bem à altura do verão !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Na noite anterior misturem :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;três colheres de sopa de cereais de aveia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;dois iogurtes naturais açucarados &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Reguem com umas gotas de sumo de limão natural e levem ao frigorífico&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Acompanhem com umas mini-panquecas recheadas com o que se lembrarem e vos deliciar , um naturalissimo sumo de laranja e para terminar , um aromático e forte café . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Espevitem e gozem o verão , por exemplo neste sitío lindo que se chama Varadouro !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-9110605263195691103?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/9110605263195691103/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=9110605263195691103' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/9110605263195691103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/9110605263195691103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/07/aveia-com-limo.html' title='Aveia com limão'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RpE311pdnWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/eYecR22N7pE/s72-c/grande+dia!+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-5006175657925961110</id><published>2007-06-18T20:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-18T20:49:35.972Z</updated><title type='text'>As três bruxas doidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A quem conseguir lêr rapidamente , sem engasgos ou enrolamentos de língua este pequenino texto ofereço a minha deliciosa mousse de chocolate com sabor a menta , servida no cantinho mais doce do Atlântico .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Three swedish switched witches watch three swiss swatch watch switches . Wich swedish switched witch watch which swiss swatch watch switch .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que traduzido para a nossa linda lingua mãe significa :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Três bruxas suecas e transexuais olham para os botões de três relógios Swatch suiços . Qual bruxa sueca transexual olha para qual botão de qual relógio Swatch suiço .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Para quem não conseguir , siga as instruções :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;100g de chocolate negro em barra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;200g de chocolates recheados com creme de menta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5 ovos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;50g de manteiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RnbvVH5dnAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Hy9GiDwg9HM/s1600-h/F%C3%A9rias+Ana+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077508776083168258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RnbvVH5dnAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Hy9GiDwg9HM/s200/F%C3%A9rias+Ana+034.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Misture os chocolates derretidos com a manteiga e depois com as gemas batidas , vigorosamente . Depois suavemente envolva as claras em castelo (se o fizer rapidamente elas voltam a ficar liquidas !) na mistura anterior . Coloque no frigorífico e passadas umas horitas leve-a consigo e dirija-se ao tal cantinho mais doce do Atlântico , toque a sineta e aguarde ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-5006175657925961110?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/5006175657925961110/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=5006175657925961110' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/5006175657925961110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/5006175657925961110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/06/as-trs-bruxas-doidas.html' title='As três bruxas doidas'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RnbvVH5dnAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Hy9GiDwg9HM/s72-c/F%C3%A9rias+Ana+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-6585156464412519485</id><published>2007-06-18T19:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-18T19:15:03.159Z</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada anónimo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Uma breve nota de agradecimento a um/a anónimo/a que gentilmente me lembrou o nome do autor da frase da nêspera , o poeta Jorge Sousa Braga .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-6585156464412519485?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/6585156464412519485/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=6585156464412519485' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/6585156464412519485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/6585156464412519485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/06/obrigada-annimo.html' title='Obrigada anónimo!'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-7540522810979979466</id><published>2007-06-17T11:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-08T19:32:18.599Z</updated><title type='text'>A nêspera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Uma nêspera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Estava na cama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Deitada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Muito calada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A vêr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;O que acontecia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Chegou a velha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E disse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Olha uma nêspera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E zás comeu-a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;É o que acontece &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Às nêsperas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Que ficam deitadas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Caladas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A esperar o que acontece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;É um pequeno poema que o Pedro Abrunhosa leu num seu concerto e cujo autor referiu, mas não me lembro agora . E o senhor , seja lá ele quem for , até tem a sua razão por mais toscas que sejam as suas metáforas !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(Obrigada a quem me corrigiu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-7540522810979979466?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/7540522810979979466/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=7540522810979979466' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/7540522810979979466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/7540522810979979466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/06/nspera.html' title='A nêspera'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-1980516347943408264</id><published>2007-06-16T23:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-18T19:28:47.892Z</updated><title type='text'>Shakespeare e eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;" Depois de algum tempo aprendes a diferença , a subtil diferença , entre dar a mão e acorrentar uma alma .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;E aprendes que amar não significa apoiar-se e que a companhia nem sempre significa segurança .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;E começas a aprender que beijos não são contractos e presentes não são promessas .(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;E não importa o quão boa seja uma pessoa , ela vai ferir-te de vez em quando e precisas perdoá-la por isso .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aprendes que falar pode aliviar dores emocionais .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Descobres que se leva anos para se construir confiança e apenas segundos para destruí-la e que podes fazer coisas num instante , das quais te arrependerás pelo resto da vida .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aprendes que verdadeiras amizades continuam a crescer mesmo a longas distâncias .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;E o que importa não é o que tu tens na vida , mas que tens na vida. (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Descobres que as pessoas com quem mais te importas na vida são tiradas de ti muito depressa ; por isso , sempre devemos deixar as pessoas que amamos com palavras amorosas ; pode ser a última vez que as vemos . (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aprendes que paciência requer muita prática . (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aprendes que quando estás com raiva tens o direito de estar com raiva , mas isso não te dá o direito de seres cruel .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aprendes que nem sempre é suficiente ser perdoado por alguém .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Algumas vezes tens que aprender a perdoar-te a ti mesmo .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aprendes que com a mesma severidade com que julgas , tu serás em algum momento condenado .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aprendes que não importa em quantos pedaços teu coração foi partido , o mundo não pára para que o consertes .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;E , finalmente aprendes que o tempo não é algo que possa voltar atrás .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Portanto , planta o teu jardim e decora a tua alma , ao invés de esperar que alguém te traga flores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;E percebes que realmente podes suportar ...que realmente és forte e que podes ir muito mais longe depois de pensar que não se pode mais .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;E que realmente a vida tem valor e que tu tens valor diante da vida . (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;E só nos faz perder o bem que poderíamos conquistar , o medo de tentar! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077488108700539842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 479px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RnbciH5dm8I/AAAAAAAAADc/D6bT2wqF_Sc/s320/F%C3%A9rias+Ana+109.jpg" width="373" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Esta foi uma prenda que me foi deixada no meu local de trabalho por uma boa amiga , uma daquelas senhoras exemplares e admiráveis que tanto enriquece a minha passagem por esta ilha , a minha ilha dos sonhos . Aqui me trouxe um naufrágio , aqui renasci , aqui aprendi e aprendo sobre quem sou , aqui percebi o que é o amor , aqui descobri que sou feliz sempre , aqui aprendi a acreditar que todos os meus sonhos se concretizam porque aquele que eu tinha como impossivel aqui aconteceu . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-1980516347943408264?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/1980516347943408264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=1980516347943408264' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/1980516347943408264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/1980516347943408264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/06/shakespeare-e-eu.html' title='Shakespeare e eu'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RnbciH5dm8I/AAAAAAAAADc/D6bT2wqF_Sc/s72-c/F%C3%A9rias+Ana+109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-245656328409752622</id><published>2007-06-16T01:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-16T01:30:55.747Z</updated><title type='text'>O tempo na vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;O futuro é uma preocupação constante na vida das pessoas que tira lugar ao presente entristecendo , por vezes , o passado .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RnM6xX5dm6I/AAAAAAAAADM/319GWdZ_Ydg/s1600-h/F%C3%A9rias+Ana+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076465824879713186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="220" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RnM6xX5dm6I/AAAAAAAAADM/319GWdZ_Ydg/s200/F%C3%A9rias+Ana+167.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;É assim que eu penso o tempo da minha vida : vivo o presente o quanto posso para que no futuro possa ter a tranquilidade de pensar o passado com a certeza de que fiz tudo o que tinha para fazer .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-245656328409752622?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/245656328409752622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=245656328409752622' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/245656328409752622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/245656328409752622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-tempo-na-vida.html' title='O tempo na vida'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RnM6xX5dm6I/AAAAAAAAADM/319GWdZ_Ydg/s72-c/F%C3%A9rias+Ana+167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-4828362525363560679</id><published>2007-04-16T23:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-08T19:36:47.729Z</updated><title type='text'>Lulas com muito amor e carinho à mistura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RpE8nVpdnXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ol4nRXKTBZg/s1600-h/na+guia+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084912100801617266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RpE8nVpdnXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ol4nRXKTBZg/s320/na+guia+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RiQPxxsNEPI/AAAAAAAAADE/6vKhq8QY7UI/s1600-h/NenÃºfares.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Coza-se ligeiramente couve-flor , milho e argolas de lulas .&lt;br /&gt;Na sertã (descobri hoje que este termo também se usa por cá! ) aloire-se cebola às rodelas , pimento verde aos cubos e alho em azeite . Acrescente-se tomate maduro , sal , pimenta branca , caril e alecrim .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Faça-se uma pausa para ouvir e falar com os mais pequeninos amores da sua vida , doces gargalhadas , uma lagrimita que pede para sair pelo cantinho do olho por tamanha felicidade , beijinhos quentinhos quentinhos enviados por um par de mãos rechonchudas e mais , muitos mais que besuntam um outro ecrã que está longe , todos para mim (neste caso) . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Acrescente-se a couve-flor , o milho e as lulas e envolva-se bem . Deixe-se cozinhar e descansar . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Goze-se o banho de mimos que se recebeu !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-4828362525363560679?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/4828362525363560679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=4828362525363560679' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/4828362525363560679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/4828362525363560679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/04/lulas-com-muito-amor-e-carinho-mistura.html' title='Lulas com muito amor e carinho à mistura'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RpE8nVpdnXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ol4nRXKTBZg/s72-c/na+guia+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-7927991312996300831</id><published>2007-04-16T21:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:37:26.831Z</updated><title type='text'>Receita para aqueles dias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RiP2cRsNENI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fcRvRL94NUI/s1600-h/IMG_0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;...em que sabemos que temos que comer , mas não nos apetece fazer jantar ... por outro lado sabemos também que os cereais com leite não nos vão satisfazer , nem o simples esparguete com atum . Esparquete com atum ...esparguete com atum ...hmmm.... esparguete com atum . Porque não esparguete com atum ? Mas não o simples!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Para o tacho saltam : cebola , azeite , pimento verde em cubos , azeitona picada , tomate maduro , queijo ralado , sal , mistura de pimentas moidas na altura , oregãos , um toquinho de canela e por último o atum (ao natural , ou seja, em lata mas mergulhado em água) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Coze-se o esparguete e mistura-se com o preparado anterior .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aconselho como sobremesa uma boa peça de fruta ácida e os dentes lavados com uma pasta de menta bem fresca ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Este vai direitinho para dois dos meninos mais lindos que conheci até hoje ... e não só fisicamente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-7927991312996300831?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/7927991312996300831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=7927991312996300831' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/7927991312996300831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/7927991312996300831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/04/receita-para-aqueles-dias.html' title='Receita para aqueles dias...'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-9212218605622255690</id><published>2007-04-12T18:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:40:54.960Z</updated><title type='text'>Peter Pan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Não concordo com a interpretação que frequentemente se faz do Peter Pan como sendo uma tentativa de mostrar o quão bom é mantermo-nos infantis e o detestável que é ser-se adulto , a recusa de crescer e passar à próxima fase do desenvolvimento natural . Penso que é uma mensagem que nos lembra que devemos manter certas caracteristicas da criança que já fomos e não as abafar ou esconder por vergonha de as sentirmos ou por acharmos que já não temos idade para... Afinal de contas , o que é que ele , Peter Pan , determina nas suas histórias como o mais importante ? São os jogos , a aventura , a liberdade (não a libertinagem , entenda-se) , a fantasia , o sonho . E o que é a vida do adulto senão jogos e aventuras ? As regras é que são diferentes . Mas também não foram diferentes as regras das brincadeiras dos 5 anos e as dos 10 anos? E para que existem as regras ? Para proporcionar o respeito , que nunca deve ser posto de lado em qualquer idade .&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo isto , acho muito errado utilizarem o nome do Peter Pan para definirem um conjunto de comportamentos negativamente infantis de alguns individuos que até já recebeu o estatuto de síndrome .&lt;br /&gt;E agora como acompanhamento desta minha ideia , aqui ficam algumas referências ao que eu defini como características das crianças que podemos e devemos manter : &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/Rh6BvRsNELI/AAAAAAAAACk/zGrn0V2GBmY/s1600-h/Imagem%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Tornar-se criança significa viver conforme uma segunda inocência , não a inocência do recém- nascido , mas a inocência que se alcança fazendo opções conscientes ." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"O Filho Pródigo" , de Henry Nouwen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RnbnZ35dm_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/J726dm0MLB8/s1600-h/F1000016.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Uma criança pode sempre ensinar três coisas a um adulto : a ficar contente sem motivo , a estar sempre ocupado com alguma coisa , a saber exigir com toda a força aquilo que deseja . "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;" Monte Cinco " , de Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-9212218605622255690?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/9212218605622255690/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=9212218605622255690' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/9212218605622255690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/9212218605622255690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/04/peter-pan.html' title='Peter Pan'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-1877855506080777959</id><published>2007-04-12T00:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-12T01:04:20.807Z</updated><title type='text'>Porquê os Açores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/Rh2FXRsNEKI/AAAAAAAAACc/mBEtxAKkL98/s1600-h/F1010006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052340991911858338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/Rh2FXRsNEKI/AAAAAAAAACc/mBEtxAKkL98/s320/F1010006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não tenho muito jeito para palavras e por isso me socorro com frequência de textos de outros que , sendo bastante mais habilidosos na arte da escrita e sentindo o mesmo que eu em determinadas alturas das suas vidas , me ajudam a expressar o que sou .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Desta feita , trata-se de uma música da Mafalda Veiga que traduz bem a minha decisão de vir para os Açores , as ilhas de bruma que ficam para lá do pôr-do-sol . E a certeza de que é mais uma passagem , aquela que receberá no livro da minha vida o nome de "ilha dos sonhos" .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;UM POUCO DE CÉU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Só hoje senti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Que o rumo a seguir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Levava para longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Senti que este chão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Já não tinha espaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;P'ra tudo o que foge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Não sei o motivo p'ra ir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Só sei que não posso ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Não sei o que vem a seguir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Mas quero procurar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;E hoje deixei de tentar erguer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Os planos de sempre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Aqueles que são &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;P'ra outro amanhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Que há-de ser diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Não quero levar o que dei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Talvez nem seque o que é meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;É que hoje parece bastar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Um pouco de céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Só hoje esperei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Já sem desespero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Que a noite caísse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Nenhuma palavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Foi hoje diferente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Do que já se disse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;E hà qualquer coisa a nascer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Bem dentro no fundo de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;E hà uma força a vencer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Qualquer outro fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Não quero levar o que dei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Talvez nem sequer o que é meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;É que hoje parece bastar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Um pouco de céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Mafalda Veiga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-1877855506080777959?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/1877855506080777959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=1877855506080777959' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/1877855506080777959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/1877855506080777959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/04/porqu-os-aores.html' title='Porquê os Açores'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/Rh2FXRsNEKI/AAAAAAAAACc/mBEtxAKkL98/s72-c/F1010006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-5876556798053917313</id><published>2007-04-11T23:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:37:54.886Z</updated><title type='text'>Um biscoitinho de mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/Rh10_xsNEJI/AAAAAAAAACU/Zoh-3199U-g/s1600-h/F1000022.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"...Comecei a perceber que aqui dentro hà alguém a pedir para ser conhecida , eu mesma , alguém com muitos defeitos e qualidades ainda por descobrir , alguém para lá deste corpo . Através de alguns testes a mim mesma , fui-me também apercebendo que há realmente cá dentro uma voz , que deduzo ser a voz do coração , que me orienta tão bem e à qual tantas vezes desobedeço levando a que , pelo contrário , tudo corra tão mal .&lt;br /&gt;E a vida , a adorável aventura que aprendi a amar cada vez mais . Tão logicamente definida e meticulosamente orientada , tão simples , tão assustadoramente simples para uma complicada humana que nessa altura decidiu que iria tentar continuar a entender as lições da vida , de Deus , a conhecer-se , a ouvir-se para assim conseguir ser feliz . Aprendi também a aceitar o sofrimento como meio de atingir os objectivos . Ele acaba por nos tornar mais fortes . " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não pensem agora que ando por aí a flagelar-me!!!! É aquele natural!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-5876556798053917313?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/5876556798053917313/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=5876556798053917313' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/5876556798053917313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/5876556798053917313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/04/um-biscoitinho-de-mim.html' title='Um biscoitinho de mim...'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-7745980748837682754</id><published>2007-04-10T00:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-10T02:15:32.192Z</updated><title type='text'>Amor , Sedução e um Fondue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;As duas músicas integrantes da linda ópera "O Fantasma da Ópera" , a primeira um verdadeiro hino ao Amor , a segunda ... bem, é impossivel falar-se em sedução sem se pensar no ponto sem retorno . Separadamente libertam-nos o coração ou o corpo e a mente , quando combinadas ... tudo .&lt;br /&gt;E que melhores ingredientes para acompanhar este tema de conversa senão carne, canela , maçã e vinho tinto? Deliciem-se .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ALL I ASK OF YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raoul:&lt;br /&gt;No more talk of darkness,&lt;br /&gt;Forget these wide-eyed fears.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here, nothing can harm you&lt;br /&gt;My words will warm and calm you.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your freedom,&lt;br /&gt;Let daylight dry your tears.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here, with you, beside you,&lt;br /&gt;To guard you and to guide you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine:&lt;br /&gt;Say you love me&lt;br /&gt;Every waking moment,&lt;br /&gt;Turn my head with talk of summertime...&lt;br /&gt;Say you need me with you,&lt;br /&gt;Now and always...&lt;br /&gt;Promise me that all you say is true...&lt;br /&gt;That's all I ask of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raoul:&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your shelter,&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your light&lt;br /&gt;You're safe - no one will find you&lt;br /&gt;Your fears are far behind you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine:&lt;br /&gt;All i want is freedom,&lt;br /&gt;A world with no more night&lt;br /&gt;And you always beside me&lt;br /&gt;To hold me and to hide me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raoul:&lt;br /&gt;Then say you'll share with me&lt;br /&gt;One love, one lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Let me lead you from your solitude&lt;br /&gt;Say you need me with you&lt;br /&gt;Here, beside you&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere you go, let me go too...&lt;br /&gt;Christine,&lt;br /&gt;That's all I ask of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine:&lt;br /&gt;Then say you'll share with me&lt;br /&gt;One love, one lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Say the word&lt;br /&gt;And I will follow you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both:&lt;br /&gt;Share each day with me,&lt;br /&gt;Each night, each morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine:&lt;br /&gt;Say you love me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raoul:&lt;br /&gt;You know I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both:&lt;br /&gt;Love me -&lt;br /&gt;That's all I ask of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere you go&lt;br /&gt;Let me go too...&lt;br /&gt;Love me -&lt;br /&gt;That's all I ask of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAOUL/CHRISTINE:&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll share with me&lt;br /&gt;One love, one lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Say the word and I will follow you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share each day with me,&lt;br /&gt;each night, each morning... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FONDUE DE ALMÔNDEGAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Almôndegas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mistura de carne picada com azeitonas tb elas picadas , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;um ovo , mistura de pimentas moidas na altura , pão ralado , alho picado .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;No recipiente do Fondue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vinho tinto e azeite (2:1) e um pauzinho de canela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Molho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Um preparado de maçã , açucar , manteiga , pau de canela , vinho do Porto e um polvilho de pimenta .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;THE POINT OF NO RETURN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON JUAN (PHANTOM )&lt;br /&gt;Passarino - go away!&lt;br /&gt;For the trap is set and waits for its prey . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have come here&lt;br /&gt;in pursuit of your deepest urge,&lt;br /&gt;in pursuit of that wish, which till now&lt;br /&gt;has been silent...&lt;br /&gt;Silent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have brought you, that our passions&lt;br /&gt;may fuse and merge - in your mind&lt;br /&gt;you've already succumbed to me&lt;br /&gt;dropped all defences&lt;br /&gt;completely succumbed to me&lt;br /&gt;now you are here with me:&lt;br /&gt;no second thoughts, you've decided...&lt;br /&gt;Decided ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past the point of no return -&lt;br /&gt;no backward glances:&lt;br /&gt;our games of make-believe are at an end...&lt;br /&gt;Past all thought of "if" or "when" -&lt;br /&gt;no use resisting:&lt;br /&gt;abandon thought,&lt;br /&gt;and let the dream descend ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What raging fire shall flood the soul&lt;br /&gt;What rich desire unlocks its door&lt;br /&gt;What sweet seduction lies before us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past the point of no return&lt;br /&gt;The final threshold&lt;br /&gt;What warm unspoken secrets&lt;br /&gt;Will we learn&lt;br /&gt;beyond the point of no return?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have brought me&lt;br /&gt;To that moment when words run dry&lt;br /&gt;To that moment when speech disappears&lt;br /&gt;Into silence...&lt;br /&gt;Silence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come here,&lt;br /&gt;Hardly knowing the reason why&lt;br /&gt;In my mind I've already imagined&lt;br /&gt;Our bodies entwining&lt;br /&gt;Defenseless and silent,&lt;br /&gt;Now I am here with you&lt;br /&gt;No second thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I've decided...&lt;br /&gt;Decided...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past the point of no return&lt;br /&gt;No going back now&lt;br /&gt;Our passion-play has now at last begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past all thought of right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;One final question&lt;br /&gt;How long should we two wait before we're one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will the blood begin to race&lt;br /&gt;The sleeping bud burst into bloom&lt;br /&gt;When will the flames at last consume us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past the point of no return&lt;br /&gt;The final threshold&lt;br /&gt;The bridge is crossed&lt;br /&gt;So stand and watch it burn&lt;br /&gt;We've passed the point of no return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-7745980748837682754?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/7745980748837682754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=7745980748837682754' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/7745980748837682754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/7745980748837682754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/04/amor-seduo-e-um-fondue.html' title='Amor , Sedução e um Fondue'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-151189087758087865</id><published>2007-04-09T23:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-10T00:21:50.357Z</updated><title type='text'>Um Soufflé para a Ajuda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RhrYUPKb9FI/AAAAAAAAACE/bn-KA3xTKiI/s1600-h/Casa+(antes)+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051587774228722770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RhrYUPKb9FI/AAAAAAAAACE/bn-KA3xTKiI/s320/Casa+(antes)+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;500g de peixe branco cozido&lt;br /&gt;4 ovos&lt;br /&gt;Azeite&lt;br /&gt;4 colheres (sopa) de queijo ralado&lt;br /&gt;2 colheres (sopa) de cebola ralada&lt;br /&gt;4 colheres (sopa) de farinha com fermento&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;1 chávena de chá de leite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tomate maduro pelado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Oregãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mistura de pimenta em grão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Sal e canela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Refoga a cebola em azeite e junta a farinha , misturando bem . Junta o tomate, os oregãos a pimenta e o sal. Deita o leite e mexe até engrossar sem deixar encaroçar . Retira a mistura do lume e acrescenta o peixe , o queijo e as gemas . E depois com calma, as claras em castelo . Verte para uma forma untada e leva ao forno .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Sugiro para acompanhamento uma saladinha fresca de alface , cenoura ralada e pimento temperada com um bom azeite de Trás-os-Montes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Costumo partilhar com o maior número de pessoas tudo aquilo que me dá prazer e calar-me quanto ao resto , a não ser claro , que me peçam a opinião . Ou pelo menos tento fazer esta última parte . Sendo assim e porque penso que os outros também o fazem , presenteio desta maneira a pessoa que tem sido a maior promotora deste meio cantinho , mostrando-me assim que vale a pena dar cá uma saltadinha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Muito obrigada e espero que gostes da tua prendinha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-151189087758087865?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/151189087758087865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=151189087758087865' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/151189087758087865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/151189087758087865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/04/um-souffl-para-ajuda.html' title='Um Soufflé para a Ajuda'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RhrYUPKb9FI/AAAAAAAAACE/bn-KA3xTKiI/s72-c/Casa+(antes)+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-2277920428316605564</id><published>2007-04-05T23:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-06T00:35:14.786Z</updated><title type='text'>Charlie Chaplin apresentado pela Marisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Um texto que um dia me foi enviado por um amor em forma de amizade , a querida Marisa , Morgana para os bloguistas .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;" &lt;em&gt;Quando me amei de verdade , compreendi que em qualquer circunstância , eu estava no lugar certo , na hora certa , no momento exacto . E , então , pude relaxar . Hoje sei que isso tem nome...Auto-estima .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Quando me amei de verdade , pude perceber que a minha angústia , meu sofrimento emocional , não passa de um sinal de que estou indo contra as minhas verdades . Hoje sei que isso é...Autenticidade .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Quando me amei de verdade , parei de desejar que a minha vida fosse diferente e comecei a ver que tudo o que acontece contribui para o meu crescimento . Hoje chamo a isso...Amadurecimento .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Quando me amei de verdade , comecei a perceber como é ofensivo tentar forçar alguma situação ou alguém apenas para realizar aquilo que desejo , mesmo sabendo que não é o momento ou a pessoa não está preparada , inclusive , eu mesmo . Hoje sei que o nome disso é...Respeito .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Quando me amei de verdade , comecei a me livrar de tudo o que não fosse saudável...Pessoas , tarefas , tudo e qualquer coisa que me pusesse para baixo . De início , minha razão chamou essa atitude de egoísmo . Hoje sei que se chama...Amor próprio .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Quando me amei de verdade , deixei de temer meu tempo livre e desisti de fazer grandes planos , abandonei os projectos megalómanos de futuro . Hoje faço o que acho certo , o que gosto , quando quero e no meu próprio ritmo . Hoje sei que isso é...Simplicidade .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Quando me amei de verdade , desisti de querer ter sempre razão e , com isso , errei muito menos vezes . Hoje desobri a...Humildade .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando me amei de verdade , percebi que a minha mente pode me atormentar e me decepcionar . Mas quando eu a coloco a serviço do meu coração , ela se torna uma grande e valiosa aliada . Tudo isso é... Saber viver !!!!&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Charlie Chaplin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tal como as receitas que vos propônho também os textos não culinários passam pela censura da experiência antes de serem aqui publicados . Dou , partilho aquilo que eu aprendo e que me dá prazer . É este o intuito deste blog , se leram o inicio de tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-2277920428316605564?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/2277920428316605564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=2277920428316605564' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/2277920428316605564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/2277920428316605564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/04/charlie-chaplin-apresentado-pela-marisa.html' title='Charlie Chaplin apresentado pela Marisa'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-961191129823493744</id><published>2007-04-05T22:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-05T23:19:45.155Z</updated><title type='text'>Frescura ao pequeno-almoço</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Querem que vos diga como se comem bem aqueles cereais tipo "All Bran" , que por acaso não acho que sejam assim tão maus como dizem , mas que parece saberem a palha a muita gente? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Experimentem esta misturinha :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RhV8TfKb9DI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oz1uuijgqME/s1600-h/FÃ©rias+Ana+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050079231390512178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RhV8TfKb9DI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oz1uuijgqME/s200/F%C3%A9rias+Ana+045.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fruta variada ( a minha experiência foi com maçã e laranja )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Iogurte com aroma de tutti-frutti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cereais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Misturem tudo e deliciem-se!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E porque ouço o Pedro Abrunhosa enquanto estou a escrever esta sugestão , aqui vai uma dedicatória que ele fez ao público do seu concerto e que eu aproveito como ingrediente para a receita : "dedico esta música a todos aqueles que amam, porque quem ama tem medo de perder" . &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Que descubram realmente o que é o amor e amem , é o meu mais sincero desejo&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-961191129823493744?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/961191129823493744/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=961191129823493744' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/961191129823493744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/961191129823493744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/04/frescura-ao-pequeno-almoo.html' title='Frescura ao pequeno-almoço'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RhV8TfKb9DI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oz1uuijgqME/s72-c/F%C3%A9rias+Ana+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-2487229189299261400</id><published>2007-04-03T22:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-05T23:09:32.863Z</updated><title type='text'>Ementa para 29 de Janeiro de 2002</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ENTRADA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espetadas coloridas de pimentos e chouriço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;PRATOS PRINCIPAIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mole de Frango&lt;/span&gt; (preparar no dia anterior)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ingredientes : coxas de frango ; vinho branco ; água ; bananas ; pimento vermelho ; pimento verde ; tomates pelados ; amendoim salgado ; amêndoas peladas ; passas brancas ; alho ; louro ; cebola ; gengibre, sal e pimenta ; chocolate negro derretido .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ferver o frango em vinho e água com sal , pimenta e louro no tacho tapado durante 20 minutos . Retirar o louro . Coar o caldo . Tirar a pele às coxas de frango e voltar a colocá-las no tacho . Pôr na centrifugadora o caldo  e todos os restantes ingredientes, excepto a amêndoa, o amendoim e as passas . Verter o molho sobre o frango e deixar cozer durante 45 minutos em lume brando . No dia seguinte acrescentar os frutos sêcos antes de aquecer e levar à mesa . Servir com arroz .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     2. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Camarões com Açafrão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ingredientes : camarões grandes descascados ; massa "Farfala" (laços) ; queijo Mascarpone ; açafrão em pó ; azeite ; manteiga ; sal ; pimenta ; alho em pó ; paprica .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fritar o camarão em manteiga com sal e pimenta . No fundo da travessa onde se vai servir a massa bate-se o queijo e acrescenta-se pouco a pouco o açafrão até obter um creme amarelo . Juntar o sal , pimenta , alho e paprika e mexer bem . Cozer a massa até ficar &lt;em&gt;al dente &lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Coar , acrescentar o óleo e mexer . Deitar logo a seguir sobre o queijo e mexer bem . Cobrir com o marisco e sevir de seguida .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;BEBIDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kaipiroska : Vodka , Lima e Maracujá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;BOLO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pirâmide de bombons de chocolate caseiros , com mensagens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-2487229189299261400?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/2487229189299261400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=2487229189299261400' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/2487229189299261400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/2487229189299261400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/04/ementa-para-29-de-janeiro-de-2002.html' title='Ementa para 29 de Janeiro de 2002'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-6837700852063230205</id><published>2007-04-02T23:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-02T23:57:26.936Z</updated><title type='text'>Sobre a escolha do Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Porque perdemos tanto tempo a fingir ou a esconder dos outros e de nós mesmos aquilo que sentimos? Porque temos medo de assumir o amor e assim rejeitar a felicidade ?&lt;br /&gt;Porque sabemos que ele é o causador dos nossos maiores sofrimentos ?&lt;br /&gt;É uma boa , não , boa não … é uma forte razão , sem dúvida , afinal quem gosta d&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RhGV_t-sywI/AAAAAAAAABs/YcDvU1nEcHg/s1600-h/flowers-04xe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048981579165911810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="178" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RhGV_t-sywI/AAAAAAAAABs/YcDvU1nEcHg/s200/flowers-04xe.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e sofrer ?&lt;br /&gt;Mas temos sempre a outra opção : assumir o amor , seja por quem ou por o que fôr , aproveitar todos os bons momentos , todos os sorrisos ou gargalhadas e dar-mo-nos a oportunidade de sermos felizes , aquele sonho de que todos falamos e que só o amor nos pode dar .&lt;br /&gt;E afinal de contas , qual delas acarreta o maior risco ? Qual delas nos traz maior sofrimento ? Qual implica maior sacrifício ou coragem ?&lt;br /&gt;Pessoalmente , aquela que não me permitiria ser feliz .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-6837700852063230205?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/6837700852063230205/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=6837700852063230205' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/6837700852063230205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/6837700852063230205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/04/sobre-escolha-do-amor.html' title='Sobre a escolha do Amor'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RhGV_t-sywI/AAAAAAAAABs/YcDvU1nEcHg/s72-c/flowers-04xe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-572643706679122234</id><published>2007-03-13T23:25:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:34:50.265Z</updated><title type='text'>"Eu acredito nos sonhos...recheiam a vida"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A minha querida amiga Paula, uma das pessoas mais bonitas que conheço, e não me refiro apenas à beleza física caracteristicamente transmontana que ela sem dúvida alguma tem , mas também à sua espontaneidade, transparência, simplicidade e encantadoramente cómica simpatia , falou-me no seu comentário nos sonhos . Aqui vai um texto que escrevi hà uns tempos atrás sobre o que penso e sinto realtivamente a eles . Um trecho de uma carta que escrevi aos meus amores mais pequeninos .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aos poucos e com muita persistência a vida tem-me ensinado a confiar nela e a acreditar que todos os nossos sonhos se tornam um dia realidade . Nem sempre quando queremos , mas sempre quando precisamos ou estamos preparados para os receber .&lt;br /&gt;É preciso saber esperar e para isso preciso ter muita paciência e o segredo , o meu , é dizer a mim mesma : “ um dia vou ter exactamente aquilo com que sonhei , não sei quando , mas sei que vou ter “. Até lá vamos vivendo , sem preocupações e com a certeza de que a cada dia que passa vamos sendo preparados para os momentos dos nossos sonhos . Vamos crescendo e essa é a maior e melhor aventura de todas .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-572643706679122234?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/572643706679122234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=572643706679122234' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/572643706679122234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/572643706679122234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/03/doces-sonhos.html' title='&quot;Eu acredito nos sonhos...recheiam a vida&quot;'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-6147555878798963834</id><published>2007-03-12T23:51:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:35:38.473Z</updated><title type='text'>Ovos mexidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RghfcFabFjI/AAAAAAAAABY/6FNnwtcqLG4/s1600-h/IMG_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Um prato muito simples , para aquelas alturas em que é preciso fugir ás sopas nutritivas mas sem deixar de pensar na santa dietinha!!! Pode-se acompanhar com uma salada de alface , fresca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ovos , qb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Leite , qb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tomate bem maduro , qb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oregãos , qb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Alecrim , qb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Canela , qb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Os qb's significam que depende do nº de pessoas que vão manjar e da quantidade do apetite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Batem-se os ovos , junta-se o leite e bate-se um pouco mais . Um sorrisinho acrescenta o tomate . Um arregalar de olhos deita os oregãos e o alecrim . Mistura-se bem e verte-se na sertã (frigideira, por outras paragens) . Depois de apagar o lume esboça-se um sorriso malandro e polvilha-se suavemente com canela .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Divirtam-se !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-6147555878798963834?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/6147555878798963834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=6147555878798963834' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/6147555878798963834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/6147555878798963834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/03/ovos-mexidos.html' title='Ovos mexidos'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-4319582015682701335</id><published>2007-03-11T16:56:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:51:04.514Z</updated><title type='text'>Tostas deliciosas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RfREgkQD_EI/AAAAAAAAAAo/P-T45F7WQ_0/s1600-h/FÃ©rias+Ana+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Para comer em qualquer altura do dia , desde que se possa dispôr de algum tempo , sim porque tempo para saborear é sempre ingrediente obrigatório!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Barrar as tostas com mel e polvilhar com canela . Comer devagarinho e sem grandes distrações exteriores!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E enquanto se deliciam podem agradecer à minha querida prima Ana porque foi dela que partiu a sugestão . E já agora, deixo aqui mais um conselho da prima : quando abrirem um ananás que ainda esteja um pouco ácido , experimentem barrar as rodelas com mel ... hmmmm!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-4319582015682701335?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/4319582015682701335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=4319582015682701335' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/4319582015682701335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/4319582015682701335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/03/tostas-deliciosas.html' title='Tostas deliciosas'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-2658350856627130679</id><published>2007-03-01T22:49:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T23:06:12.402-01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mãe no Peter Pan ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;" É o costume nocturno de toda a boa mãe , depois das crianças estarem a dormir , arrumar os seus cérebros e pôr no seu lugar as coisas que se desarrumaram durante o dia . Se os meninos pudessem ficar acordados (mas é claro que não podem ) , veriam as vossas mães a fazer isso e achariam muito interessante . É como arrumar gavetas . Vê-las-iam de joelhos , penso eu , examinando vagarosamente os vossos cérebros , tentando imaginar onde teriam ido arranjar isto ou aquilo , fazendo descobertas doces e não tão doces , levando algo à face como se estivessem a acariciar um gatinho , ou colocando outra coisa apressadamente , fora da vista . Quando de manhã acordam, a maldade e as paixões más com que foram deitar-se foram dobradas e guardadas num recanto do vosso cérebro ; e no cimo , lindamente arranjados estão espalhados os vossos pensamentos mais bonitos , prontos para serem utilizados . "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vai ser comum verem alusões ao Peter Pan neste espaço . Ele é o meu único ídolo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Viram o filme "À Procura da Terra do Nunca"? Define o Peter tal qual sempre o imaginei e intensificou a minha ideia de quão mal empregue é o nome "síndrome do Peter Pan" .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-2658350856627130679?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/2658350856627130679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=2658350856627130679' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/2658350856627130679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/2658350856627130679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/03/me-no-peter-pan.html' title='A Mãe no Peter Pan ...'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176732108085971672.post-2916964731109662870</id><published>2007-03-01T21:23:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T22:47:04.745-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porquê eu aqui</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RedWUOTE0sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KwuticbNds8/s1600-h/F1010009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037089613672665794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="184" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RedWUOTE0sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KwuticbNds8/s320/F1010009.JPG" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Um dos meus sonhos é ter um espaço , talvez um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;pequeno bar ou até quem sabe, um pequeno turismo de habitação , onde possa receber e mimar quem chega . Mimar com sorrisos, com as palavras adequadas , com bolos, bolinhos e outras ternuras alimentares , com suaves e quentes aromas da cozinha ou do jardim ou sons que façam sonhar . Dar aquilo que a mim me faz feliz e contente .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Não sendo possivel neste momento ser dona de tal espaço real, decidi aderir ás possibilidades tecnológicas para o fazer . E aqui estou pronta para receber quem quiser entrar , com o meu sorriso azul .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7176732108085971672-2916964731109662870?l=amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/feeds/2916964731109662870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176732108085971672&amp;postID=2916964731109662870' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/2916964731109662870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176732108085971672/posts/default/2916964731109662870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amorecarinhoqb.blogspot.com/2007/03/porqu-eu-aqui.html' title='Porquê eu aqui'/><author><name>Maruca com L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08893622782179941981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_91XRdkg2a34/RedWUOTE0sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KwuticbNds8/s72-c/F1010009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
