miercuri, 30 noiembrie 2011

BOBBY "BORIS" PICKETT & CRYPT-KICKERS - Monster's Holiday (1962)

Stefan Hrusca - Colinde Romanesti Craciun 2011 - Christmas Carols 2011

COLINDE: Ducu Bertzi - Noaptea de Ajun

COLINDE: Stefan Hrusca - Sculati, gazde, nu dormiti

Prajitura de iarna cu lamaie

Pentru blat iti trebuie:

  • 100 ml ulei
  • 6 linguri zahar
  • 6 oua
  • 4 linguri faina
  • un praf de copt

Pentru crema iti trebuie:

  • 500 g branza de vaci
  • 200 g unt
  • 150 g zahar
  • esenta de vanilie
  • coaja de lamaie

Pentru glazura iti trebuie:

  • 850 ml suc de portocale
  • 2 plicuri budinca de vanilie
  • 5 linguri zahar

Pregatesti asa:

1. Pentru blat, galbenusurile se amesteca impreuna cu zaharul.

2. Se adauga uleiul, putin cate putin, pana se omogenizeaza in compozitie.

3. Apoi se adauga faina, in care se pune si praful de copt.

4. Vine si randul albusurilor batute spuma.

5. Se amesteca tot continutul foarte bine.

6. Aluatul astfel format se toarna in tava unsa cu ulei si tapetata cu faina.

7. Dupa ce sta cam 25 de minute in cuptor, se scoate si se lasa sa se raceasca in tava.

8. Ca sa iasa o crema buna, untul se amesteca bine cu zaharul si apoi cu branza, esenta de vanilie si coaja de lamaie, pana se omogenizeaza.

9. Aceasta crema se intinde pe blatul deja racit si se da la frigider.

10. Glazura se prepara clasic, amestecand toate ingredientele, sucul de portocale, praful de budinca si zaharul.

11. Se pun pe foc, amestecand continuu, pana se ingroasa.

12. Cand e gata, se lasa putin sa se raceasca si se intinde peste prajitura.

13. Se da din nou la frigider pentru maximum 2 ore.

14. Pofta buna!

Sleigh Ride By Arthur Fiedler

Roy Orbison - Pretty Paper

marți, 29 noiembrie 2011

Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer Song ( BEST VERSION)

How The Grinch stole Christmas

Grinch Every Who Down in Who-ville Liked Christmas a lot... But the Grinch, Who lived just North of Who-ville, Did NOT! The Grinch hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season! Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason. It could be that his head wasn't screwed on quite right. It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were to tight. But I think that the most likely reason of all May have been that his heart was two sizes too small. But, Whatever the reason, His heart or his shoes, He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the Whos, Staring down from his cave with a sour, Grinchy frown At the warm lighted windows below in their town. For he knew every Who down in Who-ville beneath Was busy now, hanging a mistleoe wreath. "And they're hanging their stockings!" he snarled with a sneer. "Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!" Then he growled, with his grinch fingers nervously drumming, "I MUST find a way to keep Christmas from coming!" For, tomorrow, he knew... ...All the Who girls and boys Would wake up bright and early. They'd rush for their toys! And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise! That's one thing he hated! The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! Then the Whos, young and old, would sit down to a feast. And they'd feast! And they'd feast! And they'd FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! They would start on Who-pudding, and rare Who-roast-beast Which was something the Grinch couldn't stand in the least! And THEN They'd do something he liked least of all! Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small, Would stand close together, with Christmas bells ringing. They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the Whos would start singing! They'd sing! And they'd sing! AND they'd SING! SING! SING! SING! And the more the Grinch thought of the Who-Christmas-Sing The more the Grinch thought, "I must stop this whole thing! "Why for fifty-three years I've put up with it now! I MUST stop Christmas from coming! ...But HOW?" Then he got an idea! An awful idea! THE GRINCH GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA! "I know just what to do!" The Grinch Laughed in his throat. And he made a quick Santy Claus hat and a coat. And he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great Grinchy trick! "With this coat and this hat, I'll look just like Saint Nick!" "All I need is a reindeer..." The Grinch looked around. But since reindeer are scarce, there was none to be found. Did that stop the old Grinch...? No! The Grinch simply said, "If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead!" So he called his dog Max. Then he took some red thread And he tied a big horn on top of his head. Max THEN He loaded some bags And some old empty sacks On a ramshakle sleigh And he hitched up old Max. Then the Grinch said, "Giddyap!" And the sleigh started down Toward the homes where the Whos Lay a-snooze in their town. All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air. All the Whos were all dreaming sweet dreams without care When he came to the first house in the square. "This is stop number one," The old Grinchy Claus hissed And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist. Then he slid down the chimney. A rather tight pinch. But if Santa could do it, then so could the Grinch. He got stuck only once, for a moment or two. Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue Where the little Who stockings all hung in a row. "These stockings," he grinned, "are the first things to go!" Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant, Around the whole room, and he took every present! Pop guns! And bicycles! Roller skates! Drums! Checkerboards! Tricycles! Popcorn! And plums! And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch, very nimbly, Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney! Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the Whos' feast! He took the Who-pudding! He took the roast beast! He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a flash. Why, that Grinch even took their last can of Who-hash! Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee. "And NOW!" grinned the Grinch, "I will stuff up the tree!" And the Grinch grabbed the tree, and he started to shove When he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove. He turned around fast, and he saw a small Who! Little Cindy-Lou Who, who was not more than two. The Grinch had been caught by this little Who daughter Who'd got out of bed for a cup of cold water. She stared at the Grinch and said, "Santy Claus, why, "Why are you taking our Christmas tree? WHY?" But, you know, that old Grinch was so smart and so slick He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick! "Why, my sweet little tot," the fake Santy Claus lied, "There's a light on this tree that won't light on one side. "So I'm taking it home to my workshop, my dear. "I'll fix it up there. Then I'll bring it back here." And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted her head And he got her a drink and he sent he to bed. And when Cindy-Lou Who went to bed with her cup, HE went to the chimney and stuffed the tree up! Then the last thing he took Was the log for their fire. Then he went up the chimney himself, the old liar. On their walls he left nothing but hooks, and some wire. And the one speck of food The he left in the house Was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse. Then He did the same thing To the other Whos' houses Leaving crumbs Much too small For the other Whos' mouses! It was quarter past dawn... All the Whos, still a-bed All the Whos, still a-snooze When he packed up his sled, Packed it up with their presents! The ribbons! The wrappings! The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings! Three thousand feet up! Up the side of Mount Crumpit, He rode to the tiptop to dump it! "Pooh-pooh to the Whos!" he was grinch-ish-ly humming. "They're finding out now that no Christmas is coming! "They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do! "Their mouths will hang open a minute or two "The all the Whos down in Who-ville will all cry BOO-HOO!" "That's a noise," grinned the Grinch, "That I simply must hear!" So he paused. And the Grinch put a hand to his ear. And he did hear a sound rising over the snow. It started in low. Then it started to grow... But the sound wasn't sad! Why, this sound sounded merry! It couldn't be so! But it WAS merry! VERY! He stared down at Who-ville! The Grinch popped his eyes! Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking surprise! Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small, Was singing! Without any presents at all! He HADN'T stopped Christmas from coming! IT CAME! Somehow or other, it came just the same! And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow, Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so? It came without ribbons! It came without tags! "It came without packages, boxes or bags!" And he puzzled three hours, `till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before! "Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store. "Maybe Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!" And what happened then...? Well...in Who-ville they say That the Grinch's small heart Grew three sizes that day! And the minute his heart didn't feel quite so tight, He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light And he brought back the toys! And the food for the feast! And he... ...HE HIMSELF...! The Grinch carved the roast beast!

COLINDE: Stefan Hrusca - Colo sus in vremea ceea

Slanina usturoiata

Iti trebuie:

  • 1 kg slanina de porc
  • o capatana usturoi
  • sare
  • boia de ardei
  • boabe piper
  • otet
  • o foaie de dafin
  • ienibahar
  • coriandru

Pregatesti asa:

1. Slanina se sareaza din abundenta si se lasa sa stea asa , de pe o zi pe alta.

2. A doua zi, se scutura bine de sare si se pune la fiert in apa fierbinte.

3. Se adauga in apa de fiert: boabele de piper, foaia de dafin, usturoiul, ienibaharul si coriandrul, dupa gust, si se lasa la fiert la foc mic pana cand slanina poate fi patrunsa cu furculita.

4. Odata fiarta, slanina se gusta de sare si de condimente si, daca este necesar se mai adauga in apa de fiert.

5. Cand e gata, se scoate din oala si se lasa sa se raceasca.

6. Se pune la zvantat, se freaca peste tot cu usturoi pisat, si daca se doreste se presara boia.

7. Se pastreaza la rece.

8. Pofta buna!

Scrisoare catre Mos Nicolae

Prima data cand iti scriu
Si am mana tremuranda
Stiu ca tu aduci mereu
La copii rasplata multa.

Eu am fost copil cuminte
Si mi-am pregatit din timp
Niste ghetute frumoase
Ca sa pui din al tau prea plin.

Milostiv te stim cu totii
Incarcat cu jucarii
Mi-as dori ca-n toata lumea
S-aduci numai bucurii.

Daruri multe la copii
Sa aduci in prag de seara
Ghetele iar stau cuminti
Minunea ca sa o vada.

Sursa: http://www.interferente.ro/poezii-mos-nicolae.html  de Lazar Adina!

duminică, 27 noiembrie 2011

The Crystals - Santa Claus is coming to .....

Frank Sinatra - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

Bancul zilei, despre Craciun

- De ce e Craciunul ca o zi de lucru ? - Pentru ca tu faci toata treaba si burtosul in costum primeste toate laudele !

Poveste de Craciun

Departe, într'un târg, printre strãini, Departe, într'un târg, printre strãini, Pe-o stradã grea de bucurii si lume, Gãtiti cu daruri multe si lumini Trec vechii crai în splendide costume, Si cântã despre-un staul, despre-o stea, - S'audã pânã si Irod nebunul... - Ca azi se naste'n iesle Mesia Si mâine e Crãciunul... I-atâta voie bunã azi pe stradã De parcã-i toatã zarea o colindã, Si'n fulgii mari si lenesi de zãpada, Copiii fug si-aleargã sã se prindã. Si Mos Crãciun cu marea lui desagã Nu-l trece cu vederea pe nici unul, Cã lui i-i astãzi toatã lumea dragã Si mâine e Crãciunul... Intr'un târziu rãmâne strada goalã, Doar un strãin mai stã lâng'o vitrinã Privind pierdut risipa de betealã Si splendida poveste de luminã: Un biet pribeag, bãtut de dor si soarte, Ce-si vede'n visuri Tara si cãtunul. Sunt sase ani de când e dus departe. Si mâine e Crãciunul... Ci gândul lui e-acum de mult acasã: Prin mari troiene el aleargã'n grabã Infiorat de-o veste bucuroasã Spre-un geam sãrac, c'o luminita slabã. Acolo-i inima rãmasã'ntreagã! Mai sunt trei pasi. Acum e numai unul... E chiar sub geam si-i vede cum se roagã. Si mâine e Crãciunul... E ea! Mãmica! Lângã ea copiii, Ingenunchiati tustrei lângã icoanã: -Tu care rânduiesti pe morti si viii, Stãpân a toate, fãrã de prihanã, Azi toatã lumea-i numai rãni si sânge. Opreste moartea si-amuteste tunul Indurã-te de lumea care plânge, Cã mâine e Crãciunul... Pe cei cãzuti pe fronturi depãrtate Pãziti de-o cruce albã si de-o cascã, Pe toti cei ce-au murit pentru dreptate Primeste-i Doamne'n linistea cereascã. Iar celor dusi cu miile'n prinsoare Ce nu mai stiu ce-i patul si dejunul, Deschide-le si lor un colt de zare, Cã mâine e Crãciunul... Si de-i fi scris in marea-Ti carte Noroc si pentru noi Ceresc Pãrinte. Avem si noi pe cineva departe - Si plâng tustrei, cu hohote, fierbinte. -Desehide-un drum prin marea'ntunecime Si ada-ni-l acasã pe tãtunul, Cã suntem singuri si n'avem pe nime, Si mâine e Crãciunul... Sunt sase ani de chinuri si-asteptare: -Ba vine azi, ba poate vine mâne. Si cresc copiii'n viatã fãrã soare. Tu stii amarul codrului de pâne. Tu stii cum doare fata'n lacrimi arsã, Si zi de zi se'ntoarce câte unul Ci numai el nu face calea'ntoarsã, Si mâine e Crãciunul... El stã sub geam si-ascultã cum se roagã, Ii vede-apoi cum stau tustrei la masã. Copiii tin pe brat pãpusa dragã Iar mama-i azi în haina cea aleasã. Si'n locul unde stase mama mare, Azi stã numai psaltirea si zãbunul. Si-i o tãcere grea, ca la'ngropare, Si mâine e Crãciunul... Mãmico, spune Doina, într'o vreme, Si-i sterge ochii dulce cu baticul. Ce-ar fi sã-i spui lui Mos Craciun sã-l cheme, Din depãrtarea lui si pe tãticul? Si spune Dorul gales si cuminte: -Ce-ar fi sã-i dãm scrisoarea cu lãstunul? Si plâng tustrei mai gales ca'nainte, Si mâine e Crãciunul... El stã sub geam. Si-i arde'n lacrimi fata. Si nu mai poate. Se repede'n usã : Deschideti, Lerui-ler, cã-i dimineatã... S'aude-un sgomot surd ca de cãtusã Vitrina cade'n cioburi pe zãpadã. Vin gardieni: "Nu face pe nebunul! Ci hai cu noi. Te-ai apucat de pradã?"... Si mâine e Crãciunul... Departe, într'un târg, sub zãri strãine Pe-o stradã'ntunecoasã si pustie Pãseste'ncet, plângând printre suspine, Un biet pribeag fãrã cãmin si glie, Si-l nãpãdesc aducerile-aminte: Era odatã soim pe'ntreg Cordunul... Si plânge-asa si merge înainte; Si mâine e Crãciunul...

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