{"id":170,"date":"2014-08-02T13:01:26","date_gmt":"2014-08-02T11:01:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/?p=170"},"modified":"2025-02-18T09:35:30","modified_gmt":"2025-02-18T07:35:30","slug":"femeia-si-eternele-pofte","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/?p=170","title":{"rendered":"Femeia \u0219i eternele pofte"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/Pofte.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright wp-image-171 size-medium\" src=\"http:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/Pofte-300x189.jpg\" alt=\"Pofte\" width=\"300\" height=\"189\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/Pofte-300x189.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/Pofte.jpg 600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a>Femeia \u0219i eternele pofte, nici pe una nu po\u021bi s-o \u00eempaci definitiv, nici una nu se las\u0103 a\u0219a u\u0219or schimbat\u0103, \u00eenlocuit\u0103, poate! Te lup\u021bi \u0219i cu una \u0219i cu alta precum Iacob cu \u00eengerul \u0219i, de cele mai multe ori, tot nu biruie\u0219ti! Greu cu poftele, greu de tot \u0219i taman \u00een post mi-a venit s\u0103 scriu despre asta. Dar, deh, dac\u0103 a\u0219a ne vorbe\u0219te con\u0219tiin\u021ba&#8230;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Sunt pofticioas\u0103 de \u00eemi vine s\u0103 le\u0219in, bine, exagerez, nu sunt obez\u0103 \u0219i nu dau drumul pl\u0103cerii chiar a\u0219a de u\u0219or. \u00cei fac ocol, o p\u00e2ndesc, adic\u0103, <strong>ea<\/strong> m\u0103 p\u00e2nde\u0219te, <strong>ea<\/strong> m\u0103 curteaz\u0103 a\u0219a de elegant. V\u0103d pl\u0103cerea \u00een vitrin\u0103, \u00eentr-o bucat\u0103 de pr\u0103jitur\u0103 sau ciocolat\u0103 \u0219i merg mai departe. Rezist triumf\u0103toare. Mintea mea g\u0103se\u0219te c\u00e2teva motive foarte bune de a nu da curs invita\u021biei: are E-uri, zic, sau moartea alb\u0103 se ascunde \u00eentr-\u00eensa, o pr\u0103jitur\u0103, egal cinci zile de priva\u021biuni, mai bine \u00ee\u021bi faci acas\u0103 una f\u0103r\u0103 zah\u0103r, din f\u0103in\u0103 integral\u0103! Da\u2019 acas\u0103 nu-\u021bi faci c\u0103 nu-\u021bi iese \u0219i din pricin\u0103 c\u0103 nu ai timp \u0219i tot a\u0219a. Am sc\u0103pat, \u00eemi zic, \u0219i de data asta, basma curat\u0103, \u0103\u0103\u0103, cu burta plat\u0103 (m\u0103 rog, c\u00e2t de c\u00e2t). Ce te faci \u00eens\u0103 c\u00e2nd ai musafiri!!!Te scuzi \u0219i nu faci pr\u0103jitur\u0103, \u00eens\u0103, musafirii politico\u0219i vin cu tava plin\u0103 ochi, pr\u0103jitur\u0103 delicioas\u0103, de te lingi trei zile pe degete. Deja mintea e sedat\u0103, nu mai ai sc\u0103pare, pofta e intrat\u0103 \u00een cas\u0103 \u0219i are pu\u021bine \u0219anse s\u0103 ias\u0103 afar\u0103, tava cu pr\u0103jitura cu ciocolat\u0103 nu-\u021bi mai d\u0103 pace. Felurile de m\u00e2ncare trec u\u0219or. M\u0103 chinui s\u0103 g\u0103sesc un motiv s\u0103 sar peste desert, s\u0103 nu gust, de\u0219i \u0219tiu c\u0103, dac\u0103 gust e gata treaba, sar pe toat\u0103 tava. Cum s\u0103 fac atunci s\u0103 ocolesc desertul&#8230; Hai s\u0103 facem o plimbare, le propun musafirilor! Ie\u0219im \u0219i la plimbare, musafirii sunt dr\u0103gu\u021bi, \u00eenc\u00e2nta\u021bi chiar, c\u0103 nu m\u00e2nc\u0103m rom\u00e2ne\u0219te, m\u00e2ncare grea, una dup\u0103 alta. Se termin\u0103 \u0219i plimbarea \u0219i momentul fatal vine. Gust, e delicioas\u0103, normal, e foooarte delicioas\u0103, trei buc\u0103\u021bi se topesc repede \u00een gura mea, de ru\u0219ine renun\u021b s\u0103 mai m\u0103n\u00e2nc \u00een fa\u021ba musafirilor. Dup\u0103 ce au plecat, p\u00e2n\u0103 str\u00e2ng toate vasele \u0219i fac ordine \u00een camer\u0103, mai m\u00e2n\u00e2nc \u00eenc\u0103 dou\u0103, de la efort. \u00cemi vine s\u0103 strig ca \u00een <strong>Home alone<\/strong>: <em>somebody stop me, <\/em>voi m\u00e2nca toat\u0103 pr\u0103jitura r\u0103mas\u0103 \u0219i nu e nimeni s\u0103 m\u0103 opreasc\u0103!!! Bine\u00een\u021beles c\u0103 nu are cine s\u0103 m\u0103 opreasc\u0103, buna-cuviin\u021b\u0103 s-a retras ru\u0219inat\u0103 \u00een r\u00e2ndurile din spate, pl\u0103cerea triumf\u0103 \u00een gura \u0219i-n stomacul meu. Totu\u0219i, \u00een aceast\u0103 destr\u0103b\u0103lare culinar\u0103 reu\u0219esc s\u0103 mai momesc mintea cu o rafal\u0103 de idei: mai las\u0103 pe m\u00e2ine, m\u0103n\u00e2nci \u0219i m\u00e2ine, o s\u0103-\u021bi fie r\u0103u, o s\u0103 te doar\u0103 burta etc.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Cedez&#8230; m\u0103 opresc din\u00a0 m\u00e2ncat. Au mai r\u0103mas patru buc\u0103\u021bi. Le mut \u00eentr-o farfurie mai mic\u0103 \u0219i le \u00eenvelesc \u00een folie. Nu le pun \u00een frigider, le las la vedere. Oare de ce?! Mintea iar m\u0103 joac\u0103 pe degete. M\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc la diverse solu\u021bii s\u0103 scap de ele. Poate ar fi mai bine s\u0103 le dau cuiva, cui? Vecinilor! Sunt prea pu\u021bine. Trebuie s\u0103 treac\u0103 o prieten\u0103 pe la mine, i le dau ei, spun victorioas\u0103 \u0219i u\u0219urat\u0103! Prietena vine, dar nu st\u0103 la b\u00e2rfe, pleac\u0103 repede cum a venit, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 ia nimic. Cum s\u0103 scap de ispit\u0103, m\u0103 \u00eentreb retoric? Nu e prea greu, le-a\u0219 putea arunca la gunoi, dar nu e politicos, \u00eemi spun automat. Diminea\u021ba vine sur\u00e2z\u0103toare. \u00cencep o nou\u0103 zi bucuroas\u0103 c\u0103 am g\u0103sit rezolvare la fr\u0103m\u00e2ntrea mea. Mi-am adus aminte \u00een timpul nop\u021bii de un articol citit despre cum s\u0103-\u021bi p\u0103c\u0103le\u0219ti mintea: d\u0103-i ce-\u021bi cere, dar d\u0103-i c\u00e2nd vrei tu \u0219i cic\u0103 dulciurile s\u0103 i le dau de diminea\u021ba. A\u0219a c\u0103, \u00eemp\u0103cat\u0103, m\u0103 trezesc, nedormit\u0103 oricum, \u0219i m\u0103 duc direct \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie, buc\u0103\u021bile m\u0103 a\u0219teptau fericite pe mas\u0103, m\u0103n\u00e2nc trei \u0219i apoi, ca repro\u0219, beau o cana mare de ap\u0103 cu l\u0103m\u00e2ie!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">S\u0103-mi mai treac\u0103 amarul, \u00eemi mai las o pr\u0103jitur\u0103 pe mai t\u00e2rziu, adic\u0103 nu mai t\u00e2rziu de amiaz\u0103. C\u0103 dulciurile se consum\u0103 mai bine p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een ora 12!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">P.S \u0218i, s\u0103 nu-\u021bi vin\u0103 s\u0103 le zici ceva de dulce musafirilor, c\u0103 ei te-au b\u0103gat \u00een ispit\u0103 \u0219i, uite, nu mai ie\u0219i!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Femeia \u0219i eternele pofte, nici pe una nu po\u021bi s-o \u00eempaci definitiv, nici una nu se las\u0103 a\u0219a u\u0219or schimbat\u0103, \u00eenlocuit\u0103, poate! Te lup\u021bi \u0219i cu una \u0219i cu alta precum Iacob cu \u00eengerul \u0219i, de cele mai multe ori, tot nu biruie\u0219ti! Greu cu poftele, greu de tot \u0219i taman \u00een post mi-a venit&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_s2mail":"yes","footnotes":""},"categories":[23],"tags":[63,52,64,7,6,54,62,10,61,34],"class_list":["post-170","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-articole","tag-a-gusta","tag-dorinta-de-a-schimba","tag-dulciuri","tag-educatie","tag-femeia-moderna","tag-lupta","tag-mancare","tag-meditatie","tag-pofte","tag-purificare"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/170","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=170"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/170\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1283,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/170\/revisions\/1283"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=170"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=170"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=170"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}