Que tal esquentar suas noites de inverno com essa receita?
QUENTÃO
4 cups water
1 cup granulated sugar
2 oz chopped ginger
1 tbs. cloves
2 cups cachaça (can replace with vodka)
2 cinnamon sticks
In a large pot, melt the sugar with ginger, cloves and cinnamon in medium heat to become caramel colored. Pour water and cachaça and boil the mixture for about 20 minutes. Pour quentão through a strainer and serve hot. Makes 6 servings.
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Para "inaugurar" o blog vou presentear vocês com esse poema de W. H. Auden - Funeral Blues - belissimamente declamado pelo ator John Hannah, no filme "Quatro Casamentos e Um Funeral".
TWO SONGS FOR HEDLI ANDERSON in Selected Poems
of W.H. Auden by W. H. Auden Vintage
I Stop all the clocks, cut off the
telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the
pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message
He Is Dead, Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday
rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would
last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and
dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing
now can ever come to any good.
II O the valley in the summer where I and my John Beside the deep
river would walk on and on While the flowers at our feet and the birds up
above Argued so sweetly on reciprocal love, And I leaned on his shoulder;
'O Johnny, let's play': But he frowned like thunder and he went away.
O that Friday near Christmas as I well recall When we went to the Charity
Matinee Ball, The floor was so smooth and the band was so loud And Johnny
so handsome I felt so proud; 'Squeeze me tighter, dear Johnny, let's dance
till it's day': But he frowned like thunder and he went away.
Shall I ever forget at the Grand Opera When music poured out of each
wonderful star? Diamonds and pearls they hung dazzling down Over each
silver and golden silk gown; 'O John I'm in heaven,' I whispered to
say: But he frowned like thunder and he went away.
O but he was fair as a garden in flower, As slender and tall as the great
Eiffel Tower, When the waltz throbbed out on the long promenade O his eyes
and his smile they went straight to my heart; 'O marry me, Johnny, I'll love
and obey': But he frowned like thunder and he went away.
O last night I dreamed of you, Johnny, my lover, You'd the sun on one arm
and the moon on the other, The sea it was blue and the grass it was
green, Every star rattled a round tambourine; Ten thousand miles deep in a
pit there I lay: But you frowned like thunder and you went away.
