@frutesencia: 🍓 GELATINA CREMOSA DE FRESA Ingredientes 1 sobre de gelatina de fresa (85 g aprox.) 1 taza de agua caliente 1 taza de crema de leche (nata) Un poquito de aceite o mantequilla para engrasar el molde Preparación 1. Disuelve la gelatina de fresa en el agua caliente, mezcla bien hasta que no queden grumos. 2. Deja entibiar por 5 minutos (no debe estar hirviendo). 3. Coloca la gelatina disuelta en la licuadora. 4. Agrega la crema de leche y licúa por 30–40 segundos hasta que quede cremosa. 5. Engrasa ligeramente un molde y vierte la mezcla. 6. Lleva al refrigerador por 3 a 4 horas, hasta que esté firme. 7. Desmolda y sirve bien fría. #gelatinacremosa #fresa #gelatina #cremosa #postrefrio

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edinmusk
EDINMUSIK@ :
con que engrasan el molde
2026-01-24 19:23:47
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capibara :
está Super rico
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ucalys661
🇻🇪sele417🇻🇪 :
la hice me pase de gelatina pero quedó buena
2026-02-04 13:07:15
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Holaseberico
2026-01-25 01:02:39
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silvia. :
se ve rico pero no explican como se lo hace
2026-02-07 06:23:30
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thu muñequita😍😘 :
Eso es malísimo
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