lunes, octubre 15, 2007
Más desastres!?!?!?!
Ayer era el día indicado para hacer este post para felicitar a mi persona favorita pero no entré a internet excepto para buscar aquí una buena receta de betún para su pastel, y después tuve muchos muchos problemas ya que hubo una gran explosión en la cocina. Vidrios asesinos por todos lados menos, afortunadamente, incrustados en mí. Creo que tengo que repasar las reglas tanto de la física como las del sentido común (ahora sí no le puedo echar la culpa al Puck, ¿o sí?). Y les doy el repaso a ustedes, para ver si aprenden en cabeza ajena o como se diga: si ponen a derretir chocolate en baño maría, no lo hagan en un recipiente de vidrio lleno de agua sobre el fuego, porque explota. (A menos que sea Pyrex, creo. Yo ya no me voy a arriesgar).
Eso me pasa por perder la práctica. No había horneado nada desde el dramático episodio de los panquecitos verde radiactivo. ¡Y pensar que alguna vez fui buena en esto! (Aunque el pastel, aclaro, quedó muy rico y sin vidrio molido adentro).
Pero bueno en honor al festejado pongo y le dedico el principio de un cuento que alguna vez le leí por teléfono--era una versión menos resumida y con algunos cambios; por ejemplo, subían el espejo al cielo para reflejar los defectos de los ángeles, pero no se pudieron acercar mucho por lo de que el espejo se reía con los buenos pensamientos--, y que como verán tiene mucho que ver con la aventura de ayer:
"FIRST STORY. Which Treats of a Mirror and of the Splinters
Once upon a time there was a wicked sprite, indeed he was the most mischievous of all sprites. One day he was in a very good humor, for he had made a mirror with the power of causing all that was good and beautiful when it was reflected therein, to look poor and mean; but that which was good-for-nothing and looked ugly was shown magnified and increased in ugliness. In this mirror the most beautiful landscapes looked like boiled spinach, and the best persons were turned into frights, or appeared to stand on their heads; their faces were so distorted that they were not to be recognised; and if anyone had a mole, you might be sure that it would be magnified and spread over both nose and mouth.
"That's glorious fun!" said the sprite. If a good thought passed through a man's mind, then a grin was seen in the mirror, and the sprite laughed heartily at his clever discovery. All the little sprites who went to his school--for he kept a sprite school--told each other that a miracle had happened; and that now only, as they thought, it would be possible to see how the world really looked. They ran about with the mirror; and at last there was not a land or a person who was not represented distorted in the mirror. So then they thought they would fly up to the sky, and have a joke there. The higher they flew with the mirror, the more terribly it grinned: they could hardly hold it fast. Higher and higher still they flew, nearer and nearer to the stars, when suddenly the mirror shook so terribly with grinning, that it flew out of their hands and fell to the earth, where it was dashed in a hundred million and more pieces. And now it worked much more evil than before; for some of these pieces were hardly so large as a grain of sand, and they flew about in the wide world, and when they got into people's eyes, there they stayed; and then people saw everything perverted, or only had an eye for that which was evil. This happened because the very smallest bit had the same power which the whole mirror had possessed. Some persons even got a splinter in their heart, and then it made one shudder, for their heart became like a lump of ice. Some of the broken pieces were so large that they were used for windowpanes, through which one could not see one's friends. Other pieces were put in spectacles; and that was a sad affair when people put on their glasses to see well and rightly. Then the wicked sprite laughed till he almost choked, for all this tickled his fancy. The fine splinters still flew about in the air..."
A mí me ha de haber entrado uno porque definitivamente ví mis defectos como repostera y la inexistencia de mi sentido común.
Ayer era el día indicado para hacer este post para felicitar a mi persona favorita pero no entré a internet excepto para buscar aquí una buena receta de betún para su pastel, y después tuve muchos muchos problemas ya que hubo una gran explosión en la cocina. Vidrios asesinos por todos lados menos, afortunadamente, incrustados en mí. Creo que tengo que repasar las reglas tanto de la física como las del sentido común (ahora sí no le puedo echar la culpa al Puck, ¿o sí?). Y les doy el repaso a ustedes, para ver si aprenden en cabeza ajena o como se diga: si ponen a derretir chocolate en baño maría, no lo hagan en un recipiente de vidrio lleno de agua sobre el fuego, porque explota. (A menos que sea Pyrex, creo. Yo ya no me voy a arriesgar).
Eso me pasa por perder la práctica. No había horneado nada desde el dramático episodio de los panquecitos verde radiactivo. ¡Y pensar que alguna vez fui buena en esto! (Aunque el pastel, aclaro, quedó muy rico y sin vidrio molido adentro).
Pero bueno en honor al festejado pongo y le dedico el principio de un cuento que alguna vez le leí por teléfono--era una versión menos resumida y con algunos cambios; por ejemplo, subían el espejo al cielo para reflejar los defectos de los ángeles, pero no se pudieron acercar mucho por lo de que el espejo se reía con los buenos pensamientos--, y que como verán tiene mucho que ver con la aventura de ayer:
"FIRST STORY. Which Treats of a Mirror and of the Splinters
Once upon a time there was a wicked sprite, indeed he was the most mischievous of all sprites. One day he was in a very good humor, for he had made a mirror with the power of causing all that was good and beautiful when it was reflected therein, to look poor and mean; but that which was good-for-nothing and looked ugly was shown magnified and increased in ugliness. In this mirror the most beautiful landscapes looked like boiled spinach, and the best persons were turned into frights, or appeared to stand on their heads; their faces were so distorted that they were not to be recognised; and if anyone had a mole, you might be sure that it would be magnified and spread over both nose and mouth.
"That's glorious fun!" said the sprite. If a good thought passed through a man's mind, then a grin was seen in the mirror, and the sprite laughed heartily at his clever discovery. All the little sprites who went to his school--for he kept a sprite school--told each other that a miracle had happened; and that now only, as they thought, it would be possible to see how the world really looked. They ran about with the mirror; and at last there was not a land or a person who was not represented distorted in the mirror. So then they thought they would fly up to the sky, and have a joke there. The higher they flew with the mirror, the more terribly it grinned: they could hardly hold it fast. Higher and higher still they flew, nearer and nearer to the stars, when suddenly the mirror shook so terribly with grinning, that it flew out of their hands and fell to the earth, where it was dashed in a hundred million and more pieces. And now it worked much more evil than before; for some of these pieces were hardly so large as a grain of sand, and they flew about in the wide world, and when they got into people's eyes, there they stayed; and then people saw everything perverted, or only had an eye for that which was evil. This happened because the very smallest bit had the same power which the whole mirror had possessed. Some persons even got a splinter in their heart, and then it made one shudder, for their heart became like a lump of ice. Some of the broken pieces were so large that they were used for windowpanes, through which one could not see one's friends. Other pieces were put in spectacles; and that was a sad affair when people put on their glasses to see well and rightly. Then the wicked sprite laughed till he almost choked, for all this tickled his fancy. The fine splinters still flew about in the air..."
A mí me ha de haber entrado uno porque definitivamente ví mis defectos como repostera y la inexistencia de mi sentido común.
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