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De c\u00e2nd a ajuns p\u00e2inea s\u0103 fie du\u0219manul nostru?! De c\u00e2nd am \u00eenceput s\u0103 o ocolim, s\u0103 o s\u0103rim, s\u0103 o \u00eenlocuim? De c\u00e2nd am ajuns s\u0103 ne bucur\u0103m ori, chiar, s\u0103 ne l\u0103ud\u0103m: \u201eAzi am m\u00e2ncat f\u0103r\u0103 p\u00e2ine\u201d ?!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
P\u00e2inea era mereu a\u0219ezat\u0103 \u00een mijlocul mesei, iar felia de p\u00e2ine, l\u00e2ng\u0103 farfurie. Mirosul \u00eembietor al p\u00e2inii \u00eenlocuia, uneori, chemarea la mas\u0103! Apoi, dac\u0103 p\u00e2inea era proasp\u0103t\u0103, era mult mai pl\u0103cut s\u0103 o rupi \u00een palme dec\u00e2t s\u0103 o tai felii! Ce abur parfumat \u00eenv\u0103luia atunci, masa, casa,… curtea, strada,… lumea! Dar, de ieri-alalt\u0103ieri, de zece ani, poate, dou\u0103zeci-treizeci, p\u00e2inea este pericolul care ne p\u00e2nde\u0219te din umbr\u0103, gata s\u0103 ne sar\u0103 la g\u00e2t, \u00een g\u00e2t! Ne provoac\u0103 arsuri, alergii, se depune pe coapse, pe \u0219olduri, pe burt\u0103, ne mu\u0219c\u0103 din interior, ne apas\u0103, ne prinde, ne cuprinde! De c\u00e2nd \u0219i de ce? Ei, acum chiar \u0219tim! \u0218tim pentru c\u0103 avem internet \u0219i avem medici, nutri\u021bioni\u0219ti, speciali\u0219ti, cercet\u0103tori, care ne explic\u0103 fenomenul. \u0218tim pentru c\u0103, iat\u0103, am aflat c\u0103 exist\u0103 \u201ef\u0103ina de gr\u00e2u modern\u0103\u201d! Din p\u0103cate, termenul de \u201emodern\u201d, \u00een acest caz exprim\u0103 un fapt extrem de d\u0103un\u0103tor. Exprim\u0103 faptul c\u0103 de peste jum\u0103tate de secol gr\u00e2ul nu mai este ce a fost \u0219i, \u00een loc de una sau dou\u0103 variet\u0103\u021bi de gr\u00e2u, cum am avut zeci de mii de ani, avem c\u00e2teva mii de variet\u0103\u021bi, \u201emoderne\u201d, \u201e\u00eembun\u0103t\u0103\u021bite\u201d astfel \u00eenc\u00e2t s\u0103 reziste la secet\u0103, la v\u00e2nt puternic, la boli,… variet\u0103\u021bi pe care organismul uman le tolereaz\u0103 cu greu sau nu le tolereaz\u0103 deloc! Asta s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat! Deci, nu sunt de vin\u0103 nici Gheorghe, nici M\u0103rioara, nici Jhony, nici Ivan, ca indivizi, e de vin\u0103 omenirea, \u00een ansamblu, a\u0219a cum este ea \u00een goan\u0103 dup\u0103 mai mult, mai bine, mai rezistent, mai profitabil!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dar, haide\u021bi s\u0103 ne aducem aminte \u0219i, poate, s\u0103 ne bucur\u0103m, de vremurile \u00een care p\u00e2inea nu numai c\u0103 nu era un pericol, ci era ceva bun \u0219i sf\u00e2nt \u0219i, cumva, se contopea cu casa!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00cen anii \u0219aizeci ai secolului trecut, era odat\u0103 o cas\u0103 minuscul\u0103 \u00een c\u00e2mpia timi\u0219ean\u0103, o cas\u0103 de agricultori, fo\u0219ti proprietari de p\u0103m\u00e2nt deveni\u021bi colectivi\u0219ti prin for\u021ba \u00eemprejur\u0103rilor. Acum, \u00eens\u0103, nu povestim politic\u0103 global\u0103, ci povestim… p\u00e2ine. Despre r\u0103zboi, imperialism, capitalism, ru\u0219i, americani, comunism, o s\u0103 povestim alt\u0103dat\u0103. \u00cen casa minuscul\u0103 tr\u0103iau bunicul \u0219i bunica, m\u0103tu\u0219a, uscat\u0103 de o poliomielit\u0103 contractat\u0103 \u00een copil\u0103rie, mama, sora m\u0103tu\u0219ii cu poliomielit\u0103, tata, fratele meu mai mare cu patru ani dec\u00e2t mine \u0219i eu, un mucos de doi-trei ani. To\u021bi \u00eentr-o cas\u0103 de p\u0103m\u00e2nt cu o buc\u0103t\u0103rie, un dormitor \u0219i un grajd lipit de cas\u0103. \u00cen dormitor, pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 cele dou\u0103 paturi imperiale, din lemn masiv, cu t\u0103blii sculptate, dotate cu saltele umplute cu ghije, cu perne \u0219i dune umplute cu puf de g\u00e2sc\u0103, unul dintre paturi ocupat de bunica \u0219i de m\u0103tu\u0219a bolnav\u0103, cel\u0103lalt ocupat de bunicul, mai era o canapea modern\u0103, cu arcuri \u0219i un cuptor, construit din c\u0103r\u0103mizi de p\u0103m\u00e2nt, cu gura \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie. Cuptorul era ca un fel de cub de p\u0103m\u00e2nt, cu u\u0219a de font\u0103 \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie, cuptor care se \u00een\u0103l\u021ba seme\u021b l\u00e2ng\u0103 paturile imperiale. \u00cen fapt, p\u0103rin\u021bii mei nu prea st\u0103teau \u00een casa bunicilor \u0219i c\u0103utau un loc care s\u0103 fie numai al nostru, undeva \u00een sat sau, eventual, la ora\u0219, la Re\u0219i\u021ba sau Timi\u0219ora, dar, atunci, eu nu \u0219tiam asta. Eu locuiam fericit \u00een casa bunicilor! \u0218i casa bunicilor avea un cuptor de p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u00een dormitor \u0219i o gur\u0103 de cuptor \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie unde se cocea p\u00e2ine cald\u0103 \u0219i aromat\u0103. Cuptorul din dormitor avea pere\u021bii tencui\u021bi \u0219i v\u0103rui\u021bi, calzi \u0219i dr\u0103g\u0103sto\u0219i! Dup\u0103 ce se cocea p\u00e2ine \u00een cuptor, pere\u021bii se \u00eenf\u0103\u021bi\u0219au cu prietenie palmelor mele de copil. Ridicam m\u00e2inile spre tavan \u0219i m\u0103 lipeam cu burta \u0219i cu palmele de peretele de p\u0103m\u00e2nt alb v\u0103ruit \u0219i sim\u021beam bucurie \u0219i putere \u0219i un fel de nesf\u00e2r\u0219ire. M\u0103 g\u0103sea m\u0103tu\u0219a lipit de cuptor, fericit, \u0219i m\u0103 \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219a, ad\u0103ug\u00e2nd, astfel, un rotund nedeterminat de ani la sentimentul meu de nemurire. Asta era seara, cu c\u0103ldura prietenoas\u0103 de p\u0103m\u00e2nt cu vis \u0219i nemurire, dar, ziua, cuptorul duduia de fl\u0103c\u0103ri vii, portocalii, apoi se lini\u0219tea \u00een jar \u0219i \u00een parfum de p\u00e2ine proasp\u0103t\u0103. B\u0103ga bunica lopata de lemn \u00een cuptor \u0219i scotea p\u00e2inea vie, rumen\u0103, pocnind de via\u021b\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103n\u0103tate. O umezea cu o c\u00e2rp\u0103 curat\u0103 \u0219i o l\u0103sa, o vreme, aurie la odihn\u0103. Oh, Buni, oh Nagy Mama, ne dai o felie de p\u00e2ine sau mai a\u0219tept\u0103m mult?! Bunica ne promitea marea cu sarea, p\u00e2ine cu magiun sau p\u00e2ine cu untur\u0103, <\/a>ne spunea s\u0103 mai a\u0219tept\u0103m pu\u021bin c\u0103 face \u0219i pl\u0103cinte. \u0218i f\u0103cea! Pl\u0103cinte calde, aburite, blond-grizonate, pu\u021bin murdare de cenu\u0219\u0103 pe fund(!), de era mai mare dragul s\u0103 te \u00eenfrup\u021bi \u00een ele, s\u0103 te \u00eeneci de poft\u0103! A\u0219a era atunci casa totuna cu p\u00e2inea, totuna cu pl\u0103cintele! Apoi se f\u0103cea seara \u0219i m\u00e2ncam p\u00e2ine proasp\u0103t\u0103 cu sl\u0103nin\u0103, cu ro\u0219ii \u0219i cu br\u00e2nz\u0103! \u00cenainte de a fi t\u0103iat\u0103, adesea, p\u00e2inea era sfin\u021bit\u0103 pe burt\u0103 cu o cruce f\u0103cut\u0103 cu cu\u021bitul. \u0218i ascultam pove\u0219tile b\u0103tr\u00e2nilor care rostuiser\u0103 lumea peste zi! C\u0103ci faptele b\u0103tr\u00e2nilor no\u0219tri ordonau atunci lumea \u0219i soarele \u0219i planetele se \u00eenv\u00e2rteau dup\u0103 voin\u021ba \u0219i puterile lor. \u0218i p\u00e2inea rotund\u0103 era ca soarele pe mas\u0103!<\/p>\n\n\n\n de Matei Mircioane, 17\/09\/2023, at Leighton Buzzard UK<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 De c\u00e2nd a ajuns p\u00e2inea s\u0103 fie du\u0219manul nostru?! De c\u00e2nd am \u00eenceput s\u0103 o ocolim, s\u0103 o s\u0103rim, s\u0103 o \u00eenlocuim? De c\u00e2nd am ajuns s\u0103 ne bucur\u0103m ori, chiar, s\u0103 ne l\u0103ud\u0103m: \u201eAzi am m\u00e2ncat f\u0103r\u0103 p\u00e2ine\u201d ?! P\u00e2inea era mereu a\u0219ezat\u0103 \u00een mijlocul mesei, iar felia de p\u00e2ine, l\u00e2ng\u0103 farfurie. 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