Aceasta nu este o reteta adevarata de mancare. Nu o poti incadra decat intr-o singura categorie, si anume la “mancare de suflet” sau cum ii spun strainii “comfort food”. Pt aceia trecuti de 25 de ani si care vor citi aceste randuri, le voi trezi multe amintiri, mai ales daca ati coliparit la tara, la bunici, cu alti multi copii de aceeasi varsta. Acest blog se numeste “Amintiri din Bucătărie” si printre multe altele isi propune sa aminteasca semenilor de clipe frumoase de demult, cu mancaruri simple dar care aprind in noi clipe frumoase. Este o vorba care spune ca mancarea aduce oamenii laolalta, ca ii leaga, ca ii binedispune. Asa este, mancare are puteri magice, si nu trebuie sa traim ca sa mancam, insa ar fi bine ca uneori, cat timp traim sa traim ca sa mancam si ceea ce ne place, ceea ce ne inveseleste. La noi in Romania se crede ca s-a inventat mamaliga, dar dragilor, imi pare rau sa va spun, tot americanii au fost si aici. Cu toate astea ne-am insusit aceasta alternativa a painii, caci asa o privim, cu toata convingerea. Natia noastra de romani a fost supusa multor terori, dintre care cele mai grele au fost si sunt prostia si saracia. Cu toate astea am stiut sa ne bucuram de putinul oferit de divinitate si sa ne continuam scrierea istoriei.
Din putinul fiecaruia, bunicii nostri dragi car ene-au crescut au inventat pt noi tot felul de mancaruri. Printre ele se numara si laptele fiert in tuciul de mamaliga, imediat dupa ce s-a scos mamaliga din el. Am facut si eu de curand asta. Mai intai a fost mamaliga
Dupa care am pus laptele la fiert
Am lasat laptele sa se fiarba si sa se raceasca in aceleasi tuci. Si apoi am scos laptele
Cu o lingura am ras toata mamaliga de pe pereti tuciului si am pus-o in farfuria cu lapte
Pt mine aceasta este o mancare de suflet, de demult descoperita, care imi trezeste amintirea bunicii si mereu imi aduce o lacrima pe un obraz. Mi-am iubit bunica enorm de mult si sunt sigura ca asa au facut si fac si alti copii. Pofta mare la amintiri, dragilor!
This is not a real food recipe. You can’t only fit it in one category, namely the “soul food” or as foreign call it, the “comfort food”. For those past 25 years and who will read these lines, I will wake up many memories, especially if you have ascribed in the country side, raised by your grandparents, with many other children of the same age. This blog is called “Tales/ Memories from the Kitchen” and among other things aims to recall the beautiful moments of old fellows, with simple food but lightened with beautiful moments. There’s a saying that says that food brings people together, that links them, and makes us happy and mood us . And it is so, food has magical powers, and of course we shouldn’t live to eat, but sometimes it would be good that as long as we live, to do it for eating what makes us alive and what we like, what cheers us. Here in Romania is believed to have invented the polenta, but my dears, I’m sorry to say, it was the Americans this time too. Yet we have learned to love and use daily this alternative to bread, because this is how we see it here, and we did so with conviction. Our Romanian nation has undergone many terrors, most of which the heaviest were and still are the stupidity and poverty. Yet we knew how to enjoy “the little” offered to us by the divinity and we continued our history writing.
From that very poverty and “little” they had, our dear grandparents have invented all kinds of food for us. Among them is the boiled milk in the same bowl the polenta was made, immediately after it was taken out of it. I did this recently. First I made the polenta. Then I took it out and added the milk to boil. I left the milk to boil and cool the same bowl. And then I took out the boiled and cooled milk and I shaved with a spoon all the walls around the woodstove polenta and put the milk in a bowl and added the remaining polenta over the milk.
For me this is one of my favorites comfort dishes, discovered a long time ago that my grandmother made for me, and which awakens memories and always brings a tear on my cheek. I loved my grandmother very much and I’m sure so did the other children and still do.
Please come and enjoy my comfort food memories!