reality as Santa Claus was born in San Nicola , Byzantine bishop who lived in the fourth century, who reportedly gave a dowry to three young girls so they could marry, instead of going into prostitution. Spread this legend in the Middle Ages began to become customary exchange of gifts on the day dedicated to the saint (Dec. 6): after the practice was moved to Christmas Day, and the saint became a popular figure not only in Protestant countries (assuming other names, such as Santa Klaus ), but also in Europe. It should be noted, however, that until that moment, Santa Klaus aka Santa Claus was a tall, thin and gaunt, wearing a green tunic. The writer Clement Clarke Moore, however, in his short story "A visit from St. Nicholas" (1848), described him as an elf. Although it was a multinational company, Coca-Cola to spread the image of red-faced fat man with a white beard dressed red, remove much of the poetry in this romantic story, the fact remains that, in my view, Santa Claus is a figure that must necessarily remain an integral part of the collective imagination and childhood memories (even more than Sailor Moon or Denver ). First, it is exciting for a child to write the letter to be sent to the North Pole to ask, what they want to this nice old man: I, for example, was the subject of the coercive power of my mother who made me ask, without my noticing, what she had already planned to buy, according to the budget year, but always in accord with my tastes (always remember when want nothing more than a Serenity rotating the skirt, she could dance like a spinning top gone crazy if placed on the floor that year received the camper Tanya ). Then it is sweet to think that while you sleep, the elderly gentleman in question will fall with his sleigh pulled by reindeer come down the chimney in the house even if it is provided only by an electric heater and even the shadow of the chimney, succeeding to insert the belly and without so much sprain and / or breaking any joint, and deposit the gifts under the tree required, then go to another child. For myself, I always had the flu for Christmas (and also during the school trips, on my factor C, but that's another story): I take photos always depict two very red cheeks and glossy look of a fever. Most of the time rejected the presents on Christmas Eve for me Santa Claus arrived first, at least save some 'time. Sooner or later, though, comes the moment of truth for all (do not know their forties who think they do not receive anything from Santa Claus just because I'm bad with colleagues). Traumatic is the moment when the child begins to reason and realize that Santa Claus is ... a hoax! A ciofeche! A nice trick! For me it happened when he was 7 and a half years: one evening after dinner, lying on the bed of my reading next to my mother, I began to speculate. How could this character - among other things, quite advanced in years, did not contain prostate problems and fatigue and could, in one night, to travel around the world, bringing gifts to each child? And the reindeer? How could reindeer fly (I never met any quadruped can fly, experience)? Slowly, grinning and looking at my mother waver in the face of my frequent questions, I came to the obvious conclusion: there is no Santa Claus . Collapse miserably pluririspettata, consequently, the tooth fairy and the witch, while mysteriously continues to be the Black Man part of childhood nightmares (and not: sometimes still look under the bed). To think that parents have always been - on the sly, to have carefully presents under the tree is heartbreaking (but also to learn that the sweet cousin of your mother wore a fake nose and a leek, a wig, old clothes worn and ringobbita and voice distorted, you whip up a gruff Epiphany). Think of Christmas it's nice, but there's more nerve-wracking that expectation, that hope to be able to see at least a little roll of fat on the famous red belly, or the tip of a boot. Slowly we are beginning to become the new Santa Claus to meet with friends and family more or less expensive gifts (another relevant question might be: How can Santa afford all that material to be distributed to the elves - certainly underpaid, so that manufacture the gifts required?). For me, it looks even more on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day to Drop gifts. This year, for example, Santa Claus came to me a month before, bringing a Macbook laptop brand new. Under these conditions, no longer believe, it becomes almost unbearable.
In any case, if the romantics, however, wanted to leave something to nibble on the white-haired friend that I just mentioned, I suggest you make these fabulous chocolate cookies, which are now depopulated all the foodblogs. The recipe is to Sigrid : delicious contrast between the crisp crust and soft interior and scioglievole. Council to replace the infamous glass of milk accompanied with a cup of coffee: the combination is a winner, and I think Santa will thank you.
Chocolate crinkle cookies
Ingredients 175 g flour 175 g dark chocolate
150 g sugar 55 g butter 2 medium eggs
half
teaspoon baking powder 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
teaspoon salt 60 g sugar
procedure
melt, water bath, the chocolate with the butter. Beat the eggs with the sugar for two minutes, then add the melted chocolate, vanilla extract, and finally incorporate the flour, baking powder and salt. When the mixture is smooth, put it in the refrigerator for at least two hours. Take up the dough and roll into balls of 3-4cm in diameter. Pour the powdered sugar in a bowl and pass the balls of dough before you place them on a baking sheet lined with parchment paper (note sandwich: icing sugar that sticks to the dough should be plenty, otherwise it tends to disappear during cooking). With the bottom of a glass, crush the balls so to get the cookies half inch thick, and bake for 10-15 minutes at 180 degrees. Cool on a wire rack.
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