{"id":10207,"date":"2015-12-23T14:00:06","date_gmt":"2015-12-23T14:00:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/?p=10207"},"modified":"2015-12-23T14:06:27","modified_gmt":"2015-12-23T14:06:27","slug":"craciun-si-portocale","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/craciun-si-portocale\/","title":{"rendered":"Cr\u0103ciun \u015fi portocale"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Am prins un pic de copil\u0103rie \u00een comunism, \u015fi cred c\u0103 \u0103sta e un lucru bun, pentru c\u0103 ai termen de compara\u0163ie \u00een ceea ce prive\u015fte mizeria. \u015etii ce \u00eenseamn\u0103 s\u0103 ai toate u\u015file \u00eencuiate &#8220;by default&#8221;, pentru c\u0103 e\u015fti prost situat \u015fi nu voi uita niciodat\u0103 funesta \u00eentrebare &#8220;Cine sunt p\u0103rin\u0163ii t\u0103i?&#8221; &#8220;Nu mai bine m\u0103 \u00eentreba\u0163i cine sunt eu?&#8221; o tr\u00e2nteam mereu, pentru c\u0103 nici o persoan\u0103 care m-a \u00eentrebat cine sunt p\u0103rin\u0163ii mei nu mi-a fost vreodat\u0103 simpatic\u0103. <\/p>\n<p>Pe atunci, Cr\u0103ciunul meu \u00eensemna un singur lucru: portocale. Portocalele erau cel mai bun, cel mai parfumat, cel mai rafinat deliciu din lume. Erau caviarul s\u0103racului comunist, luxul lui de s\u0103rb\u0103tori. Le m\u00e2ncai cu sfin\u0163enie, ca pe cuminec\u0103tur\u0103. Chiar \u015fi acelea mai uscate erau minunate din oficiu, prin simplul fapt c\u0103 erau PORTOCALE, MANE, PORTOCALE! <\/p>\n<p>Un Cr\u0103ciun \u00een care nu primeai cadou portocale era degeaba. <\/p>\n<p>Mai ales c\u0103 eu n-am fost niciodat\u0103 cine \u015ftie ce m\u00e2nc\u0103u, bucatele tradi\u0163ionale m\u0103 l\u0103sau c\u00e2t se poate de rece. Pentru mine, m\u00e2ncarea a fost un mod de a-mi relaxa nervii mestec\u00e2nd, pentru c\u0103, \u00eenc\u0103 de copil, m\u0103 enervau nespus lucruri \u015fi oameni, \u015fi se mai ad\u0103uga \u015fi stresul unui dos de palm\u0103 amplu, &#8220;telefonat&#8221; ca din curtea vecin\u0103. <\/p>\n<p>Z\u0103pada nu-mi pl\u0103cea, frigul \u00eemi era profund antipatic, pe patine n-am \u015ftiut niciodat\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 dau \u015fi cadourile de tip 4 pulovere \u015fi cinci caiete mi se p\u0103reau odioase. Erau lucruri pe care oricum familia trebuia s\u0103 \u0163i le cumpere, \u015fi a\u015fa le mai tr\u00e2ntea o panglic\u0103 deasupra \u015fi zicea la mul\u0163i ani. <\/p>\n<p>\u015etiu, Grinch mic \u015fi r\u0103u. &#8220;\u0162ie nimic nu-\u0163i convine&#8221;. &#8220;Nu \u00een\u0163elegi c\u0103 n-avem bani?&#8221; &#8220;Da&#8217; ce, b\u0103, io-s banca na\u0163ional\u0103?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Acum, formula mea favorit\u0103 de Cr\u0103ciun e singur\u0103tate cu motanul \u015fi laptopul la un hotel care prime\u015fte animale de companie. \u015ei, desigur, portocale. Chit c\u0103 portocalele nu mai sunt un lux. Te po\u0163i duce oriunde s\u0103 \u00eenha\u0163i o pung\u0103 tip plas\u0103 de portocale la dou\u0103 kilograme. Acum, la reducere. Portocale grece\u015fti, turce\u015fti, italiene. \u015ei e frumos. <\/p>\n<p>Pentru c\u0103 portocalele de decembrie sunt cele mai zemoase \u015fi aromate. Explodeaz\u0103 de culoare, parfum \u015fi gust. Portocalele de decembrie au, din punctul meu de vedere, gustul Cr\u0103ciunului. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Am prins un pic de copil\u0103rie \u00een comunism, \u015fi cred c\u0103 \u0103sta e un lucru bun, pentru c\u0103 ai termen de compara\u0163ie \u00een ceea&#46;&#46;&#46;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":10208,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10207","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-spicy"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/orange.jpg?fit=1920%2C1200&ssl=1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10207","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10207"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10207\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10210,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10207\/revisions\/10210"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/10208"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10207"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10207"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10207"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}