Shortbread pie with curd cream (Daniil Kharms “Very, very tasty pie”). Shortbread pie with curd cream (Daniil Kharms “Very, very tasty pie”) But then the guests don’t come
If your enthusiasm has dried up, you are upset and want to unwind or dispel boredom, cook sbiten, which has been made in Rus' since ancient times. As an alternative, I suggest baking a rich and crumbly apple pie - charlotte.
Everything has been calculated and tested countless times. According to calculations, you will spend 20-30 minutes to make the dough.
First you need to light the oven. It is better to do this in advance so that the oven has time to heat up and the heat is distributed evenly.
Take a bowl, pour a glass of granulated sugar into it, break three eggs and stir so that the sugar melts and dissolves. It’s even better to grind this mass with a spoon. Now, continuously stirring the dough, pour a glass of flour into the mixture.
Next, cut three Antonov apples (apples, undoubtedly, should be extremely sour). Divide each apple into slices, cut off the skin and remove the core. Distribute them in the dough so that it spreads over the apples. By the way, you can split and chop the walnuts in advance and add them to the dough.
Now you need to worry about the shape (here I mean the container in which you plan to bake the cake). To prevent the dough from burning, grease the inside of the mold with margarine (it can be of a lower grade), and scatter breadcrumbs or specially crushed ordinary crackers along the bottom.
Transfer the mixture into the mold. Add about a teaspoon of chopped cinnamon: it will bring out the flavor of the apples. Without cinnamon, the pie may turn out tasteless, and this will devalue and make all your efforts pointless. To ensure even distribution, the cinnamon can be blown directly from a knife or spoon.
Now place the pie in the oven. Just don’t rashly grab the hot door and maim your defenseless hands. Place the pan with the dough into the oven and reduce the heat slightly. Your beauty with a yellow-brown crust will be ready in about 30 minutes. It will announce this to you with its aroma.
It is not forbidden to serve whipped cream or condensed milk with the pie.
Finally, clean up any spills, spills, splatters, or spills.
I think that after tasting the charlotte, your family will praise you as you deserve. Eat healthy! (301 words.)
(P.S.: The recipe is real, you can try it.)
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I wanted to throw a ball
And I’m visiting myself...
I bought flour, I bought cottage cheese,
Baked crumbly...
Daniil Kharms “Very, very tasty pie”
The Yuvachev family moved from Mirgorodskaya Street to Nadezhdinskaya, apartment 9, building 11, on December 24, 1925. This happened a few days before the 20th anniversary of the family’s son, Daniil Yuvachev, who even then preferred the pseudonym Kharms.
The new apartment immediately became popular among young poets. There they read poetry and drank draft port. Sometimes this happened two or three times a week. And you can imagine with what grandeur the young talents drink. Kharms’s father did not interfere in his son’s life and only noted in his diary, “Dani has a feast until the morning. A lot of people, noise, din, the screeching of a woman’s voice, the radio... I didn’t sleep much because of this.”
Kharms was having fun, but understood the danger of binge drinking. From time to time he tried to “start a new life”, wrote in his “rules” something like “reduce the number of shelters and spend the night mostly at home”, but this did not work out well for him.
"Portrait of Daniil Kharms." Tatiana Druchinina. 2005 year
At the same time, Kharms was a well-known freak and loved to play the eccentric: he defiantly greeted every street lamp on the street, walked with a painted face, “because a clean face is disgusting,” and gathered a crowd of onlookers around, waving a red flag at the top of a tree.
It is clear that such a person could not live in an ordinary cozy room with floral wallpaper. There were legends about his house. People who came to Kharms for the first time first tried to understand what they heard was true and what was not. They talked, for example, about the fantastic “machine” that Kharms himself built and demonstrated to his guests. The poet's room, indeed, was filled with wires and springs for some time. No one knows why, but rather for a hoax.
The walls were covered with aphorisms from floor to ceiling, and a lamp with a wide cardboard shade hung on the ceiling. On it, Kharms drew caricature portraits of friends and a house with the inscription “Children are killed here.” Yes, the famous children's poet, as his wife said, “all his life could not tolerate children. I just couldn't stand them. For him they were - ugh, some kind of rubbish.”
Kharms' second wife Marina Malich (Durnovo) at the harmonium. The photo was taken by one of the guests in the apartment on Nadezhdinskaya Street
In 1938, parties at Kharms became round-the-clock. In his diary he wrote: “Oh, if only I had a lackey who would expose uninvited guests to the neck!” The poet could not work - while he was escorting one company to the doorstep, another was arriving. And, according to his wife Marina Durnovo, it was impossible to hide.
So what happened? They came and knocked on the door. And they shouted: “Damn you! Open the door!.. Yes, we still know that you are not sleeping!..”And they started breaking down the door. But the door is still not our own, but the state of the damned. And they hit it so hard that they made a hole in the door, and then they had to nail that hole in...Danya had already written a note and attached it to the door, saying that no one was there. But still everyone knew that we were at home.It didn't help at all!
When they started knocking on the door, Danya whispered to me: “Shhh!..” and motioned for me to be silent. Like, there's no one.Well then something unimaginable began. There was real trouble. They beat me with their feet and hands. What a horror it was! And those who came to visit did not care whether it was night or day. They wanted to get to us now, immediately.
Danya also threatened me not to open my mouth. But finally I couldn’t stand it myself. And with the words: “To hell with them!” - opened the door.And the guests came in, and they had bottles under their armpits. They drank and chatted. And I'm with everyone.
Vladimir Glotser “Marina Durnovo: My husband Daniil Kharms”
Kharms didn’t really care what to treat his guests to: a glass jar of butter, cheese, jam and hot tea. This is how the poet’s friends recalled the table set for them. Even when invited guests arrived, he did not fry cutlets or bake desserts.
I can not do that. I love guests. I especially like the guests who look like the gluttons in the painting by Bruegel the Elder. And it’s not that I care about the reputation of being a good housewife; rather, I prefer people who chew – they are always unusually kind. But the law of meanness does not sleep: guests do not happen when the refrigerator is full of prepared food, friends stop by at the very moment when there is nothing to eat. And at this moment I seem to be a participant in a cooking show, like the one hosted by Gordon Ramsay. You need to cook it quickly, tasty and from what you have on hand. Porridge from an axe.
This applies to appetizers and main courses. It's easier with desserts. There are several proven solutions here: for example, crumbly cottage cheese pie, which Kharms wrote about. In the poem, this pie was intended for guests, but it turned out to be so tasty that it was eaten before they arrived. You'll probably find ingredients for it at home, and it's easy to prepare. Mix flour, butter, sugar - the dough is ready. Beat eggs, cottage cheese and sugar - this is the cream. If you have berries and nuts, it’s even better, they will add splendor.
Tasty and simple. Theoretically, such simplicity would have been possible even for Kharms, who was far from earthly matters.
Shortbread pie with curd cream
Compound:
Cottage cheese 9% – 400 gr.
Wheat flour – 2 cups
Butter – 100 gr. (and a little more for greasing the pan)
Egg – 2 pieces
Sugar – 1.5 cups
Vanilla sugar – 10 gr.
Baking powder – 1 teaspoon
Berries (fresh or frozen) - optional
Hazelnuts or almonds - optional
Preparation:
1. For the dough, mix butter with flour, baking powder and 0.5 cup of sugar (if desired, you can add another 1 tablespoon of lemon juice). Rub with your hands until a crumbly mixture forms. Place the dough in the refrigerator.
2. For the curd cream, beat the eggs with the remaining sugar (plus vanilla sugar) until creamy, add the cottage cheese and beat again.
4. Grease a baking dish with butter and place half of the dough, lightly pressing the crumbs with your hands. Place the curd filling on the dough, distribute the berries on top (optional, you can do it without the berries).
5. The rest of the dough can be mixed with chopped nuts. Sprinkle crumbs over the filling, preferably so that the curd cream is not visible.
6. Cover the pan with foil and bake for 30-40 minutes at 180 degrees. Remove the foil and bake for another ten minutes.
Very very tasty pie
I wanted to throw a ball
And I’m visiting myself...
I bought flour, I bought cottage cheese,
Baked crumbly...
Pie, knives and forks are here -
But somehow the guests...
I waited until I had enough strength
Then a piece...
Then he pulled up a chair and sat down
And the whole pie in a minute...
When the guests arrived,
Even crumbs...
Daniil Kharms
We will be happy to read poems that we know and love from childhood to children, and learn with your child a favorite passage or the entire poem.
J. Gernet, D. Kharms
Very, very tasty pie.
I wanted to throw a ball
And I invited guests to my place.
I bought flour, I bought cottage cheese,
Baked a crumbly pie.
Pie, knives and forks are here -
But for some reason the guests are not coming.
I waited until I had enough strength
Then he broke off a piece.
Then he pulled up a chair and sat down
And he ate the whole pie in a minute.
When the guests arrived,
They didn't even find crumbs.
Sergey Mikhalkov
WHAT DO YOU HAVE?
Who was sitting on the bench?
Who looked at the street
Tolya sang,
Boris was silent
Nikolai shook his leg.
It was in the evening
There was nothing to do.
The jackdaw sat on the fence,
The cat climbed into the attic.
Then Borya told the guys
Just:
And I have a nail in my pocket!
And we have a guest today!
And today we have a cat
I gave birth to kittens yesterday.
The kittens have grown a little
But they don’t want to eat from a saucer!
And we have gas in our apartment!
And we have running water!
And from our window
Red Square is visible!
And from your window
Just a little bit of the street.
We walked along Neglinnaya,
We went to the boulevard
They bought us blue-blue
Pre-green red ball!
And our fire went out -
The truck brought firewood -
And fourthly - our mother
Takes flight
Because our mother
It's called a pilot!
Vova answered from the stairs:
Mom is a pilot?
What's wrong?
Here at Kolya, for example,
Mom is a policeman!
And Tolya and Vera
Both mothers are engineers!
And Leva’s mother is a cook!
Mom is a pilot?
What's wrong!
“More important than everyone else,” said Nata, “
Mom is a carriage driver,
Because up to the hooks
Mom drives two trailers.
And Nina asked quietly:
Is it bad to be a dressmaker?
Who sews panties for the boys?
Well, of course not a pilot!
A pilot flies planes -
This is very good!
The cook makes compotes -
It is also good.
The doctor is treating us for measles,
There is a teacher at school.
We need different mothers
Different mothers are important.
It was in the evening
There was no point in arguing.
Sergey Mikhalkov
KITTENS
Listen guys
I want to tell you;
Our kittens were born -
There are exactly five of them.
We decided, we wondered:
What should we name the kittens?
Finally we named them:
One two three four five.
Once - the kitten is the whitest,
Two - the kitten is the bravest,
Three is the smartest kitten,
And Four is the noisiest.
Five - similar to Three and Two -
The same tail and head
The same spot on the back,
He also sleeps all day in a basket.
Our kittens are good -
One two three four five!
Come visit us guys
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J. Gernet, D. Kharms
Very, very tasty pie.
I wanted to throw a ball
And I invited guests to my place.
I bought flour, I bought cottage cheese,
Baked a crumbly pie.
Pie, knives and forks are here -
But for some reason the guests are not coming.
I waited until I had enough strength
Then he broke off a piece.
Then he pulled up a chair and sat down
And he ate the whole pie in a minute.
When the guests arrived,
They didn't even find crumbs.
Sergey Mikhalkov
WHAT DO YOU HAVE?
Who was sitting on the bench?
Who looked at the street
Tolya sang,
Boris was silent
Nikolai shook his leg.
It was in the evening
There was nothing to do.
The jackdaw sat on the fence,
The cat climbed into the attic.
Then Borya told the guys
Just:
And I have a nail in my pocket!
And you?
And we have a guest today!
And you?
And today we have a cat
I gave birth to kittens yesterday.
The kittens have grown a little
But they don’t want to eat from a saucer!
And we have gas in our apartment!
And you?
And we have running water!
Here!
And from our window
Red Square is visible!
And from your window
Just a little bit of the street.
We walked along Neglinnaya,
We went to the boulevard
They bought us blue-blue
Pre-green red ball!
And our fire went out -
This time!
The truck brought firewood -
That's two!
And fourthly - our mother
Takes flight
Because our mother
It's called a pilot!
Vova answered from the stairs:
Mom is a pilot?
What's wrong?
Here at Kolya, for example,
Mom is a policeman!
And Tolya and Vera
Both mothers are engineers!
And Leva’s mother is a cook!
Mom is a pilot?
What's wrong!
“More important than everyone else,” said Nata, “
Mom is a carriage driver,
Because up to the hooks
Mom drives two trailers.
And Nina asked quietly:
Is it bad to be a dressmaker?
Who sews panties for the boys?
Well, of course not a pilot!
A pilot flies planes -
This is very good!
The cook makes compotes -
It is also good.
The doctor is treating us for measles,
There is a teacher at school.
We need different mothers
Different mothers are important.
It was in the evening
There was no point in arguing.
Sergey Mikhalkov
KITTENS
Listen guys
I want to tell you;
Our kittens were born -
There are exactly five of them.
We decided, we wondered:
What should we name the kittens?
Finally we named them:
One two three four five.
Once - the kitten is the whitest,
Two - the kitten is the bravest,
Three is the smartest kitten,
And Four is the noisiest.
Five - similar to Three and Two -
The same tail and head
The same spot on the back,
He also sleeps all day in a basket.
Our kittens are good -
One two three four five!
Come visit us guys