today, i made a discovery. that there’s a difference between great story-telling, i.e. fun anecdotes, and dramatic events, like ‘ultimate stories’. listen closely.
well, yes, up until today, i guess i thought i was just simply rather entertaining on most days, because i have a talent to detect the craziness in life. and oh, yes, i’m a good storyteller, too, so that might help. i like to tell a good story. in fact, i make it my mission to entertain people. i like to entertain them with insignificant but fun anecdotes that did or did not make my day. stuff like maybe you had to push – in your high heels, ideally – a guy’s broke car while he actually sits in it, steering. or how someone random insults your ‘ugly’ fur coat in public transport (i can’t help adding my – mental – answer: “keep your knickers on, buddy, it’s vintage, the fox has been dead for at least 30 years. besides, i guess your microfibre multifunctional blaaa sports jacket aka plastic probably isn’t that much better for ‘nature’, is it…”). or how someone sitting next to you spits (as in: pukes, but not nicely put) over (read: all over) you in an airplane. okay, granted, all true stories, all entertaining anecdotes. they’re good and even better when told by a talented storyteller.
after this day, though, i’m bound to believe there is more than just a story-telling ability about me, but rather that something about me seems to attract ‘stories’, like a magnet. ‘stories’, as in drama. or comedy. or thriller. it depends. just extreme, out of the normal events (gallow’s humor, euphemism and sarcasm all in place now). someone once told me, i should write a book about everything that happens to me, that surely it would be a bestseller. guess what, starting now, i’m considering it. because it really would be a bestseller.
example of an entertaining, nice anecdote (so happened today): i got offered a rose by a complete stranger. not complete stranger, though, technically. the man’s called marcello, is an italian that isn’t an italian (he’s from zurich, niederdorf, to be precise) and is a really good chef. and i ate his food. so. plus, i might have flirted a little with him – because his food was so good! haha. hi, marcello! it’s ‘osso buco’, by the way, the answer to your little riddle.
example of an ultimate story: ah, honeys, let’s not do this today… let’s keep this for a really, really dull day. and i guarantee you will be in for a treat, okay? also, i need to think about it more before blurting it all out. and think about how i’m going to tell it. to make it not just good – but ultimate. i disclose this much: it’s a bit of a romantic comedy mixed with some drama. yup, all true.
here’s carrot cake, instead, he was jealous of my spotlight and told me off. he wants to be the leading part in my life and i gave him the green light. for now.
ultimate carrot cake with cream cheese frosting
recipe adapted from elisabeth fülscher
ingredients for the cake:
150 g hazelnuts, ground
250 g carrots, grated
5 egg yolks
250 g sugar
100 g flour
1 knife’s point baking powder
1 pinch salt
1/2 orange, juice
5 egg whites, whipped
ingredients for the cream cheese frosting:
2 cups philadelphia or other cream cheese (full fat)
1/2 (or less) confectioners’ sugar, sweetness as desired
marzipan carrots for decoration
grease and flour a square cake pan. preheat the oven to 160 c / 320 f. peel and grate the carrots. prepare the dough: in a bowl combine egg yolks and sugar and beat until fluffy, for 15 to 20 minutes, if necessary over a bowl of warm water (‘beating warm’), then beating some more to cool it (‘beating cold’), for 5 minutes. now alternately add other ingredients: flour and baking powder mix, nuts and carrots. then fold in the egg whites carefully. pour into pan and bake for 50 minutes. let cool, then remove from pan and let cool completely on a rack.
whip the cream cheese with a hand mixer, add the sugar – bit by bit – we don’t want it too sweet – and mix some more until smooth. cut the cake into squares, smear a dollop of cream cheese on top, decorate with some carrots – tips down – and serve. tell your stories and wait for the applause. eat your cake and feel better.
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