Sweet Days, These Days
Giving me a smile, that's the inverse of crying
My dress seems like a ruby and the stars be aligning
Sky that's shining
I'm turning on the other side, not caring.
"You do not have to jump to fly with me
You do not have to jump to fly with me ... "
But Andrei had enough. Muttering something that sounded like words, he touches my hand.
I get it. "Ah, was that the alarm?"
It's the same every morning. Reverse Skydiving has been my wake up call for more than half a year now, and Andrei .. he despises it.
It's 8:05 am, we woke up at 7:05. He already left.
We got out of bed and went straight to the plate with home made chocolate, sitting fancy on my desk. There was no knife at hand, nor patience, so we got our fingers dirty, pulling down the corners of all the different flavored pieces.
Hold on! I'll come back to this in mean time.
After we filled our tummies with chocolate, we went down stairs, in the kitchen. I made him coffee. He drank it with honey and asked me to have the foam on top. "With pleasure!"
We kissed about 184 times all over our faces. I made him an English breakfast, his favorite. Eggs, bacon, toast and so on, and I promised not to go back to sleep.
The poor guy, had to leave before daylight. Consoling him, I promised we'll meet again, here, in bed, each of us on our end of the boomerang pillow, this afternoon, for a nap.
I have to tell Else, that ever since she sweetened my sleep with her products, my life got harder. - It's so pleasant, that I would never want to get out of bed.
So here I am, back in it. I got my laptop, in front of me and I'm slowly sinking in my pillows.
I brought it here, so I could tell you, something very sweet, right from the start.
Giving me a smile, that's the inverse of crying
My dress seems like a ruby and the stars be aligning
Sky that's shining
Ma intorc pe cealalta parte, nu ma intereseaza.
"You don't have to jump to fly with me
You don't have to jump to fly with me... "
Dar lui Andrei i-a ajuns. Mormaie ceva ce suna a cuvinte si ma atinge usor de mana.
Ma prind. "Ah, alarma era?"
In fiecare dimineata e aceeasi. Reverse Skydiving e de mai bine de jumatate de an wake up call-ul meu, si Andrei.. o detesta.
E ora 8:05, la 7:05 ne-am trezit. El a plecat deja.
Ne-am ridicat din pat si am mers direct la platoul de ciocolata de casa asezat cochet pe birou. N-aveam cutit, nici rabdare, asa ca ne-am murdarit degetele smulgand colturile jos, din toate bucatele cu arome variate.
Dar la asta revin imediat.
Dupa ce ne-am umplut de ciocolata, am coborat in bucatarie. I-am facut o cafea, a baut-o cu miere si m-a rugat sa-i mananc eu spuma de deasupra. "Cu placere!"
Ne-am pupacit cam de 184 de ori, pe toata fata. I-am facut un english breakfast, preferatul lui, cu oua, bacon, toast si asa mai departe, si i-am promis ca nu ma culc inapoi.
Sunt solidara suferintei lui, care, bietul, a plecat cat inca nu se luminase afara. Consolandu-l, i-am promis ca tot aici, fiecare pe capatul lui de boomerang-pillow, ne vom vedea si dupamasa.
Trebuie sa-i spun Elsei, ca de cand mi-a indulcit somnul cu produsele ei, imi ingreuneaza zilele. - N-as mai pleca din pat.
Dar uite, ca nici n-am plecat. Am luat laptopul, l-am asezat pe poale si m-am afundat intre perne.
Vreau sa va povestesc acum, ceva dulce, inca de la inceput.
The story begins with a parcel received on October the 8th.
I don't know about you, but I, for one, love to receive gifts in boxes.
I've been like that for ever since I can remember. I always wondered why Santa didn't bring my toys in boxes, like in cartoons. Gift bags used to upset me, they were so formal - and you could see it's content without unwrapping.
I needed suspense before the deed. The lovely agony of unpacking. A little masochistic I was, pulling all parts of the wrapping with care and delay.
I always took a little more time - as long as I didn't know what was inside, it still might have been exactly what I wanted. I just didn't know yet.
Usually it was. Santa was generous, but sometimes he missed..
Then I was the generous one. Enjoying myself as if I have never been more happier until then. My parents delight to see me like that, was a good enough gift for me.
* Puff! * - Back in the present: This scenario was repeating itself.
Me on the floor, the box in front of me and the tension in the air, until I open it. Pam-Pam
"Sweets !!" I cry out, with crazy eyes and my mouth watering. .. And a letter. And it's handwritten.
Povestea incepe cu un colet primit in 8 Octombrie.
Nu stiu cum sunteti voi, dar eu una ador sa primesc cadouri in cutii.
Asta e asa din totdeauna. Ma intrebam mereu de ce Mosu nu-mi dadea jucariile frumos, in cutii, ca in desene. Ma suparau pungile de cadou, erau formale - si puteai vedea continutul de la distanta.
Eu aveam nevoie de suspansul inaintea faptei. De agonia despachetarii. O masochista mica, trageam de toate partile cu grija si cu amanare.
Inca putin, inca putin - cat timp nu stiam ce e inauntru, putea fi exact ceea ce-mi doream eu. Nu stiam inca.
Deobicei era. Mosul a fost darnic, dar alteori nu s-a nimerit..
Dar atunci am fost eu darnica. Ma bucuram mereu ca si cum niciodata nu mai fusesem fericita pana atunci, ii incanta pe ai mei sa ma vada asa, iar asta ma incanta pe mine.
* Puff! *- Inapoi in prezent: Scenariul s-a repetat.
Eu in fund pe podea, cutia in fata mea si tensiunea in aer pana s-o deschid. Pam-Pam
"Dulciuri!!" urlu, si ochii-mi erau nebuni si gura apa. .. Si o scrisoare. Si e scrisa de mana.
Signed Geta Ungurean and the Sweet Days team.
I read it with sparkling eyes. "This is beautiful."
I won't tell you what the letter said, because - Hey! - It's personal. But it was the ideal combination of endearing and flattering. I met Geta later for the first time, and found that she is a successful cocktail of traits, that couldn't have created anything less than beautiful.
I left it aside after tying the bow back again, and took my camera beside me.
When everything looks so damned delicious, it's a pity not to take some shots.
Semnat Geta Ungurean si echipa Sweet Days.
Citesc si-mi stralucesc ochii. "Ce frumos, doamne!"
N-am sa va relatez scrisorica, pentru ca - Hey! - e personal. Dar a fost combinatia ideala intre induiosator si flatant. Am cunoscut-o mai tarziu si pe Geta, si am aflat ca si ea e un cocktail reusit de trasaturi, care nu avea cum sa creeze nimic mai prejos.
Am lasat-o deoparte dupa ce i-am strans din nou fundita, si am luat aparatul foto langa mine.
Cand totul arata atat de apetisant, e pacat sa nu tragi un chip.
I bet this is the most photogenic sweet salami you've ever seen! If I'm wrong, please send me proof ( in the flesh, or should I say biscuits?! ) or I won't believe you.
I must say that in this very moment, there's nothing left from my sweet days box. Except the Dealurile Uilei Raspberry syrup, which you can't drink all at once. No, no. You mix it with water and let it take you back to the tender years of your childhood.
Salam de biscuiti mai fotogenic nu cred ca ati intalnit. Daca ma insel, va rog sa-mi trimiteti dovada ( in carne si biscuiti, va rog! )
Tin sa va spun ca in momentul de fata nimic din continutul cutiei nu a mai ramas. Cu exceptia siropului de Zmeura de la Dealurile Uilei, care nu-l poti bea cu una cu doua. E concentrat. Il amesteci frumos cu apa si-l lasi sa te duca inapoi in anii fragezi ai copilariei.
Dia, Geta and I went in that happy place, when we got to the mall. Each of us tasted another flavor of syrup - Geta already knew them all, of course. And we started to talk about Sweet Days Fair, the project and the initiative that made it happen.
Acolo m-am plimbat si eu , Dia si cu Geta cand am ajuns la Mall. Am degustat fiecare o aroma noua de sirop, Geta le stia deja pe toate, bineinteles. Si am inceput sa povestim despre Sweet Days Fair, proiectul, si initiativa care l-a pus in picioare.
And we spoiled ourselves with the chocolate I've kept telling you about. A marvel - on my word. I've never eaten any, anywhere, as delicious as this one.
Just think about it: it's not shattered, it's more like a denser mousse, still elastic. It does't taste like butter and nor is it too milky, it's just so .. I'm out of words to describe it..
I went to break another corner of my chocolate on the desk, I can't talk about it, if I don't feel the flavor. ( Excuse alert! )
It's sweet and smooth and refined in a familiar way and leaves an aftertaste so pleasant you won't have enough. A feast for the taste buds. And I feel so ridiculous to praise it so much - No one made me do it - I swear!
Basically, you can't ask for more, from a home made chocolate. - You just can't.
But it's not the only star of the fair.
What else you can find at Iulius Mall today ( it's the last day, beware! ) are the following:
Si ne-am rasfatat cu ciocolata de casa cu care v-am tot innebunit. O minunatie - pe cuvantul meu. Nu am mai mancat niciodata, de nicaieri, una atat de buna.
Gandeste-te ca nu e sfarmoasa, e mai degraba ca un mousse mai tare, inca elastic. Nu are gust de unt si nici nu e laptos, ci e asa.. nu-mi vin cuvintele..
Am fost sa-mi mai rup un colt, nu pot vorbi despre el daca nu-i simt aroma.
E dulce si fin si rafinat intr-un mod familiar si iti lasa un gust atat de placut in gura. O sarbatoare pentru papilele gustative. Iar eu ma simt ridicol ca o laud atata - nu m-a pus nimeni - promit!
Practic, nu poti cere mai mult de la o ciocolata de casa. - Chiar nu ai ce.
Dar ea nu e numai e vedeta targului.
Ce mai puteti gasi la Iulius Mall, astazi ( e ultima zi!) sunt urmatoarele:
Macarons by Anda Calinici www.andaoana.com
When Geta was little, Romania was not like today. Communism was supposed to make us all equal - no one to have more than the other. But the plan, which started from an idea for people, had become against them. - People were poor, and even if they had money, they had nothing to spend it on. In stores, the shelves were empty. There weren't 30 kinds of chocolate, but mere one, maybe two.
Geta received one chocolate, as a gift each year, probably on Christmas. - No box - most likely. ( I feel you, Geta! )
In their family, she was the child that finished hers in a matter of seconds. The lack of sweets had driven her wild! No chocolate survived in her parents' home. And her sister ended up being the victim. Poor kid, had to hide her share from her lusting sibling. She's much like me, I think, a soul who likes to save it, just to prolong the pleasure.
You can tell that Geta was always scolded by her parents. Yes, they even told her that they hoped she had a child like she has been, just to see how hard it was for them to raise them both.
At the fair's first edition, the phone rang at home. "Hello, Mom? Guess where I am? - In a room full of sweets !!" - It's Geta, over the years, that matured her only on the outside..
This girl turned her childhood carvings in a personal project, which until this year was held between the marvelous walls of the Museum of Art in Cluj-Napoca.
Now we find the sweets at Iulius. We can find Geta there, too, beautiful, skinny (surprisingly, even suspect, considering her sweet tooth) and an incredible storyteller.
Cand Geta era mica, Romania nu era la fel ca azi. Comunismul presupunea ca toti sa fim egali, nimeni sa nu aibe mai mult ca celalat. Insa planul, care pornise de la o idee pentru popor, a ajuns impotriva lui. - Oamenii erau saraci, si chiar daca aveau bani, nu aveau pe ce sa-i cheltuie. In magazine rafturile erau goale. Nu erau 30 de feluri de ciocolata, ci doua una, poate doua.
Geta primea cadou cate o ciocolata pe an, de craciun probabil. - Fara cutie - cel mai probabil. ( O inteleg! )
In familia lor, ea era copilul care o desfacea in prima secunda, si o termina pe toata in a 2-a. Lipsa dulciurilor o salbaticea! Ciocolata nu supravietuia in casa parinteasca. Iar sora ei ramanea mereu pagubasa. Biata, o ascundea de ochii Getei, fiind si ea, ca mine, un suflet care-i placea sa amane momentul, doar sa prelungeasca placerea.
Va dati seama, ca Geta era mereu certata de parinti. Ba, chiar i-au spus ca spera sa aibe si ea un copil cum a fost ea, doar sa vada cat de greu le-a fost.
La prima editie, suna telefonul, acasa. "Alo, Mama? Ghici unde sunt? - Intr-o camera plina de dulciuri!!" - E Geta, peste ani, care au maturizat-o doar pe dinafara..
Fata a transformat lipsa copilariei intr-un proiect personal, care pana anul acesta s-a manifestat dupa peretii trainici ai Muzeului de Arta din Cluj-Napoca.
Acum putem gasi dulcegariile la Iulius. O putem gasi si pe Geta acolo, frumoasa, slaba ( surprinzator, chiar suspect, tinand cont de poftele ei ) si povestitoare foarte.
I wish you all a jelly bean of concentrate happiness to start off your day, as sweet as I did mine.
Va doresc un jelly bean concentrat de fericire, pentru o zi la fel de dulce, cum a inceput si a mea.