This morning I remembered a spot that was on TV so I was a child. I believe, and correct me if I'm wrong, it was that of a yeast cake and read "WHO IS SWEET HEAVEN HELP. There was a girl, more or less stylized, kneading and turning out beautiful cakes and fairy dust .... but this was only baking powder .... that other equally famous and not helping her .... to make desserts even more beautiful, better, softer. And now, my usual thought evil, inexorably turned to male / female relationships and the time spent mixing relationships, romantic relationships with ingredients, more or less valid, more or less quality, waiting for the cake yeast. I collect stories found everywhere in the supermarket, where I meet mothers and wives who complain constantly about how their lives have taken tastes bland, the hairdresser's, where I meet women doing to find the right cut, the new color of hair that makes most seductive, the beautician, where the medieval practice of torture is perpetrated by jerks breathtaking (and I mean literally ... because every tear is still for a moment without breathing) groin, legs, armpits, face, pulling up hairs everywhere to be more smooth, soft and fragrant ....... yes. soft and fragrant as the sponge cake. Yes, that one of the cakes.
But when does the art of pastry has been replaced by the normal human relationships?
And all this mix then what is it that we really care?
Here's the question ..... the answer: all our efforts towards the implementation to be able CAKE PERFECT PLACE OVER CHERRY famous .... SEX .... but sex is just the icing on the or substitute the cake itself? Yes, this is only my
reflection. The rappoti MAN / WOMAN translated in the art of pastry.
After all is not bad, indeed, very tasty, but these days I realized that cakes and cherries seem to make no longer part of the same list of ingredients, or intended to be part of that cake. So there are people who have wonderful cakes, soft, garnish each with wonder and goodness .... and others who eat cherries in industrial quantities, excluding the cakes from their diet. THAT WAS THE
CILEIGINA complete the work, ELECTED TO THE STATUS OF THE WORK ITSELF ...... but it will be the same?
I wonder and wonder of my unfortunate friends who confirm one or the other vision of life OR JUST CAKES, OR ONLY cherry.
After all, the art of confectionery is not for everyone, and in this era marked by haste, by hit and run, it is much cheaper than a bite on the fly, while delicious icing rather than stopping to look at whether there is under the puer cake.
SAY THAT ........!
I am reminded of a movie, very nice and thick "My Blueberry Nights" by Wong Kar-wai (http://www.wikio.it/video/1891399 ... so give it a look you ... ..) in one of the protagonists can summarize the meaning of life just in a blueberry pie ..... which is a reflection of my not very original ..... and what can you do?
"Every morning I propose all sorts of sweets in the evening .... almost all gone ..... but the blueberry pie is still intact! "
Now, cynical as they are, or how they have become for survival, my first reaction was:" And you do not make more blueberry pie .. . then you must, throw, or who revived the next day ... or the one after that, it hardens and becomes even more disgusting !"..... course, I'm cynical, but still it is true .... watching the film, the metaphor of blueberry pie takes on a value less trivial and unexpected will come along ..... SOMEONE THAT WILL TAKE A SLICE OF THAT SWEET AND will appreciate, TASTE IN TIME THAT DESERVES AND NOT VIA Hit & Run .
course, in everyday life, hoping to be at least enjoy, we are content to be chocolate cake, tiramisu, cream cakes ... most good? ?..... or simply the most beautiful cherries, to steal, even from someone else on the cake.
But if every now and then reminds us to be ourselves, and that is also fantastic BLUEBERRY CAKE .... blueberry pie .... those that have not been in the evening to enjoy .... no cake SPECIAL, Not for all tastes at the end ..... not run the risk of being more satisfied with ourselves?
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