Hi all, my friends. As you already know (and it’ll be the worst for you if you don’t) I am Whity. Laura planned to include a gastronomy section and I volunteered because I think I the perfect one to be responsible for it, as I can eat as much as I want and keep a smashing figure.

Laura haas correct-it mhy spelling beecoz eat woud bee reetn light deeze an shee sayz joyndz will neber lrn hoow two right. Sheez nod bed anyweigh, azer porke me cuida i me da pasteles.

Todos los platos que irán saliendo en el blog los ha hecho Laura en casa y han salido bien. Como le gustan los pasteles empezaremos con uno que tuvo mucho éxito. Es un postre especial para golosos y también para personas que desarrollan mucha actividad y tienen que estar bien alimentadas, como por ejemplo los taxistas.

Brownie de chocolate

Aquí tenéis todos los ingredientes (yo sólo salgo en la foto, no soy un ingrediente). Os pongo debajo cuáles son, no os vayáis a hacer un lío y acabéis comprando boniatos y espárragos.

Con estas medidas se pueden alimentar de seis a ocho personas, depende del hambre que tengan. Para acoplados sería la medida individual.

Ingredientes (de izquierda a derecha y de detrás a delante):

85 grs. de nueces troceadas
1 cucharadita de azúcar “avainillado”
300 grs. de azúcar
140 grs. de harina
150 grs. de chocolate negro
170 grs. de mantequilla en trozos
sal
4 huevos pequeños o medianos (o 3 grandes)

Com podéis ver, es un postre light, adecuado para todo tipo de regímenes. A mí me gustan mucho las cosas light.

Laura utiliza un molde de unos 27 cm. de diámetro. Aquí me veis dentro para que os hagáis una idea del tamaño del molde y también para que veáis que tengo el culito pequeño como una ciruela claudia.

Antes de empezar, graduad el horno a 180º con los fuegos encendidos de arriba y de abajo.

Primero hay que fundir el chocolate con la mantequilla. Queda muy bueno, pero no metáis la lengua porque os la achicharraréis. En realidad, más vale que pongáis el chocolate en el bol que utilizaréis para trabajar y la dejéis enfriar unos cinco minutos. Podéis aprovechar para ir al lavabo, rezar algún Padrenuestro para que el pastel os salga bien o dar de comer a algún acoplado, si lo tenéis, que siempre lo agradecemos.

Pasados los cinco minutos, ya podéis añadir la cucharadita de azúcar con sabor a vainilla, la pizca de sal y el azúcar normal.

Recordad que la sal tiene que ser sólo una pizquita. Si os pasáis, ya os digo ahora que los Padrenuestros de antes no os servirán de nada.

Después hay que verter los huevos de uno en uno (esto debe ser lo que llaman “echarle huevos”). Es muy importante abrirlos antes y tener en cuenta que al bol va lo de dentro del huevo; la cáscara se tira o se utiliza para manualidades.

Entre huevo y huevo podéis remover la pasta para que se mezcle todo bien, pero no creáis que estáis haciendo huevos revueltos, eso es otra cosa. Esto es un pastelito.

La harina se tiene que añadir poquito a poco y con cuidado, como yo hago aquí.

¡Ya estamos! Ahora tenemos que acabar de mezclarlo perfectamente, porque queda bastante espeso. Hacerlo con una espátula de madera no es muy recomendable, porque si lo hacéis así:

No quedará bien la pasta. Y si lo queréis hacer más rápido:

Os pasará como a mí, que acabo mareada y una hora después de terminar el pastel todavía me estoy moviendo, por inercia.

Laura utiliza el minipimer, que es lo mejor. Esto es un minipimer:

Yo no lo puedo utilizar porque pesa mucho y trepida demasiado, el algodón acrílico no ofrece suficiente resistencia y yo me caería al suelo con el “repris”. Como vosotros sois humanos, lo podréis utilizar y os quedará una pasta estupenda.

Sólo queda untar el molde con bastante mantequilla, como si el molde fuera un papel pintado y la mantequilla fuera la goma de borrar. Dejadlo bien embadurnado.

Ya podéis ponerlo en el horno y esperar unos 40 minutos. Los hornos son muy temperamentales y todo dependerá de la fuerza que tenga el vuestro, claro está. Con respecto al tiempo va muy bien tener un relojito de esos con forma de zanahoria, de tomate o de lo que sea para hacerlo sonar al cabo de los minutos que se quiera. Eso último no es obligatorio, pero a la gente se le queda una cara muy fea cuando después del trabajo se les quema el pastel.

Como podéis ver, el aspecto final es imponente; el sabor también. En casa se sirve con chocolate caliente por encima, para reforzar el efecto light.

Y con esto termina la receta de hoy. La próxima vez espero que Laura me proporcione un delantal y un gorro de cocinera. No tiene sentido que Arguiñano tenga y yo no. Al fin y al cabo, yo soy más guapa … y tengo más pelo!

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Writing this post has made me think about the origin of it all. Maybe I had been influenced by Mary Carmen y sus muñecos (Mary Carmen and her puppets, we could say). I still remember sweet Rodolfo, who would now perish under the rage of offended gay armies, or Nikol, who wouldn’t survive in a world overwhelming with bitter feminism. My dolls came to rational life some 30 years ago, just when a Laura made by Toyse I got as a present started expressing herself fearlessly. Other dolls took advantage of her mediatic success and began to talk as well.

Dolls and cuddly toys who share home with humans are called in my world acoblats (joineds). They’ve got diverse personalities but something in common: they’re an absolute disgrace as far as writing is concerned. I have not succeeded in improving their spelling, it’s the way they are and it’s the way I accept them. In their easy-going manners, they have refused to do any writing for this blog unless they’re properly introduced to readers, so there we go:

My Laura

I got a Lesly (Nancy’s little sister) as a First Communion’s present. I found the poor thing of very little interest and had to shed heaps of tears to get this Laura, who in my family’s sight was as tiny as boring.

Maybe intending to show her buyers up, is my Laura has proved to have an overpowering personality, thus making everyone in the family love her dearly. She’s got particularly clear ideas too, although some of them are of that radical nature I won’t let her express them in this blog as the last thing I want is to cross large sectors of the society.

I had lost hope of being able to find another Laura, as she definitely was a discontinued doll. But thanks to two girls, one from Girona and another one from Tenerife (and of course thanks to the Net) my collection is now complete. You can see some of them here. I also ordered a nice boyfriend, Toño, for my favourite Laura. The boy, in her own words, “ze padeze al Pol Niuman” (”lookz lighk Pall Nooman”) and they get on extremely well because the poor guy is as docile as can be.

I reckon at this time most of you readers have decided mine is a clear case of mental disesase. Well, It’s ok for me, as few mental diseases are as harmless as this one.

Patucus (according to themselves, “Patu-qs”)

This character, commercially known as Flat Eric, appeared for the first time on TV in a jeans commercial. Some time after Ualaub (don’t panic, it’s a nickname) bought one for herself and decided she would call him Patucu from then on. More of the kind followed, and now we have 4 middle-sized patucus and 3 small ones.

Unlike Laura, patucus are sweet and friendly, although they can become little bastards for a while if provoked. They love animals and rocking babies, and middle-sized ones are terribly afraid of flying, but it’s something they would never admit. They’re crazy about milk, wine and all kinds of spirits. Oddly, patucus talk using sounds but they don’t open their mouths to make up words, which makes it hard to understand them at the beginning. After the first shock, difficulty lessens.

Whity and Sami

These two cuddly toys are a recent incorporation. As a matter of fact, they’re not mine, but the little girls’.

Whity is very much a woman in every traditional meaning of the word. She is coquettish, delicate and secretly (or not) in love with Gesche’s boyfriend (Gesche is another nickname, spot on!). Every now and then she tries hard to get pleasure from a slightly smaller teddy named Alfi but does not always succeed, hence her not being completely satisfied.

Sami the dolphin (”Thami”, he says) is desperatingly quiet. Whity’s hate for him is specially intense because since his arrival he has been torturing her with his philosophical remarks and ideas about the world. He even is supposed to own a company where hundreds of dolphins gather to think and improve the society. Don’t ask me how, but our Sami is ever-existing and an unspeakable jinx. According to himself, he had something to do with dinosaurs extinction, tsunamis and the Titanic tragedy, among many other things. It’s important to note that he never does anything bad on purpose nor loses his smile. In fact he always says he just wants people to be happy.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, long before some TV programmes started broadcasting ferocious satyres about marriage, Whity and Sami were having their own show at home.

Well, that’s the lot. It’s a long time since the joineds first made us laugh. Now they will be able to do it for the outside world. I don’t know when they’re going to turn up and write. They have now an open window to peep whenever they feel like to. I owed them so.

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