tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598042808043309056.post8406089037477163990..comments2023-10-26T10:17:19.201+02:00Comments on el rincón de Pintón: MENÚ DE VERANOpintónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497312672114484373noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598042808043309056.post-75101225464799128782008-06-21T14:27:00.000+02:002008-06-21T14:27:00.000+02:00CUCHIPANDIS, DROGOEMPATICOS, MADRILANIOS DE MACETA...CUCHIPANDIS, DROGOEMPATICOS, MADRILANIOS DE MACETA, MESETARIOS SIN CARNET, MARICONAS DE BUFFET LIBRE, EGOLATRAS Y SATRAPAS, MARISABIDILLAS SALIDAS, MAMPORRERAS DESCLASADAS, ESNOBS Y FILOPASTRIES, ENDOGAMIC FLURS...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598042808043309056.post-65356592373143566982008-05-29T19:26:00.000+02:002008-05-29T19:26:00.000+02:00y evasivas dónde está?y evasivas dónde está?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598042808043309056.post-23223269853286063212008-05-29T18:03:00.000+02:002008-05-29T18:03:00.000+02:00el círculo se cierra, theodora...caliente caliente...el círculo se cierra, theodora...caliente calienteAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598042808043309056.post-71559946677622296982008-05-29T17:33:00.000+02:002008-05-29T17:33:00.000+02:00Este comentario ha sido eliminado por un administrador del blog.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598042808043309056.post-83795580510624021032008-05-29T17:27:00.000+02:002008-05-29T17:27:00.000+02:00Dear, Nancy, I´m worried about you, you like a tip...Dear, Nancy, I´m worried about you, you like a tipple again, don´t you? <BR/>In a way, C.Z. and I think you are getting on a bit. Do you think so, Theo?pintónhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04497312672114484373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598042808043309056.post-54016328165232744242008-05-29T15:15:00.000+02:002008-05-29T15:15:00.000+02:00Tanto elogio, aplauso y encomio y tú, Nancy, ni un...Tanto elogio, aplauso y encomio y tú, Nancy, ni una referencia a mi persona. Menos mal que madame M. es menos ingrata.<BR/><BR/>No obstante, Nancy ingrata, este tu último comment es brutal, propio de un enorme talento. Sin embargo, Madame M. con su ingenio y agudeza, rivaliza, disputa o entra en competencia con Nancy. Y que enganche tengo, Dios mío... <BR/><BR/>también conozco a Carmen Mazarasa y estoy de acuerdo contigo, Nancy; C.Z. es lo más. Y también a su Jorge y a mi amigo del alma, Luis Arias.<BR/><BR/>Al blow Job, le digo: hay que saber ser ironico, lindo.<BR/><BR/>besos<BR/><BR/>Theo GoulandrisAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598042808043309056.post-814485990566662532008-05-29T14:30:00.000+02:002008-05-29T14:30:00.000+02:00Perdona, Theodora, pero también estaba siendo irón...Perdona, Theodora, pero también estaba siendo irónico, no te confundas.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598042808043309056.post-82668272371141762842008-05-29T14:18:00.000+02:002008-05-29T14:18:00.000+02:00Ante Nancy Reagen, me quito el sombrero.Impressive...Ante Nancy Reagen, me quito el sombrero.<BR/>Impressive!!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598042808043309056.post-39748431528853313172008-05-29T13:31:00.000+02:002008-05-29T13:31:00.000+02:00I know that many people have questioned the validi...I know that many people have questioned the validity of the title Baron Leroy-Toran; Lady Davies simply suggests, for her own amusement, that the baron is really called Toran (and not Leroy –Toran), and disputes his origin. Pat Zee, who knows everybody, claims that this title is bogus because she can’t find it in the Allmanach de Gotha. But Pat Zee pays to the baron an inadvertent compliment by suggesting that he’s a really businessman, who saved and doubled the fortune of his beautiful wife, the baroness Rebecca Leroy-Toran, who inherited to different degrees the great Eskottado fortune. <BR/><BR/>The baroness and the baron are considerate a united couple, and are certainly touchingly affectionate to one another. Rebecca takes an active part, helping the baron to dream up ideas for the great parties that they give in their palazzo in old Madrid. I suspect that she would prefer to translate Greek poetry, but she leads mondaine life just to please her eccentric husband. A great hostess, she prides herself of mixing people up and her address Book is full of celebrities, major and minor: “I’ve got a posh crew. I've got a fashion crew and a Malaseña crew too. I mix them up and they’re happy.”<BR/><BR/>And now, let’s talk about you, miss M.. How dare you say these things to me? You were a manicurist.. this Madame is one of the great beauties of her age, we all know it; but she was a girl from la Mancha, who, via a number of marriages, in particular to Mr. M., is by now very rich. We all know it too. And she is a snob, and as a common snobbery, she imitates the manners, adopts the world-view and affects the lifestyle of a social class of people to which she aspires, but does not yet belong, and to which she may never belong. She is fascinated by Carmen-Zita Mazarasa and her crowd. <BR/><BR/>Carmen-Zita (called after the empress Zita), the youngest of the remarkable Masaraza’s children, is also the most beautiful. Delicate, fine-boded, innately elegant, and very self-possesed, she appeared to be lit from within. She was born an Andaluzian from a fine, though somewhat impoverished Spanish family. With a perfectly coiffed cloud of jet black air, C.Z. is highly intelligent and a mine of information of all things cultural. Lady Davies describes her as “elegance personified” and “possessing above all a good heart”. She was the most elegant in Pat Zee’s ball; C.Z. was fitted for a sleek, red, strapless, ermine-trimmed gown by Lanvin. She married the famous and a handsome painter, George Diezma, who says: “I paint people, not because of what they are like, not exactly in spite of what they are like, but how they happen to be." Diezma has painted a number of important people, including the Host. In Madrid they lived for many years in an eighteen century house in calle Infantas. Her husband built a strikingly spiral staircase in the entrance hall. The house was a wonderful mixture of Louis XV, with the atmosphere of the country side, ceramic geese and a life size eagle modeled by Diezma living permanently in the drawing room. Their salon in red Fortuny material was described by Louis Arias as “like a big opera box arranged to welcome friends who’ve dropped in to have fun and to listen Puccini. It’s a room for dreaming, a room for living somewhere outside time, in a life perhaps more cordial than this one”. Here they entertained a mixture of writers, painters, punks, dandies, rock-stars, arrivistes, pulgosos, elegantonas, junkies, etc., etc. They have a daughter called Louise Charlotte (Louise after her aunt, the princess Louise de Polignac; and Charlotte after the hit “Charlotte sometimes” by THE CURE).<BR/><BR/>C.Z. is pioneering an exciting new movement in jewellery. “The most important woman in a fashionable woman’s life” according to American VOGUE” is her hairdresser, her make-up artist and Carmen-Zita Mazarasa”. She is the queen of the “faux-masterpice”, costume jewellery that is so beautiful and an unusual that it transcended its humble origins. C.Z. makes her fabulous creations out of odd materials such a glass, copper, seashells, branch coral, and carved plastic. Women who could easely afford the real thing flocked to her Covarubias showroom for shoulder-duster earrings that are eight inches long and animal bracelets that look ancient treasures. She has a partner, Laura Joya; Mrs Joya face, combining the strong features on a roman coin with the mystery of a Boticcelli Madona, always appeared cool and knowing, as if she were watching from on high, observing lesser mortals at play. <BR/><BR/>C.Z.is said to pop up an in-set parties as often as her jewelry. I was told that waiters at functions always bring lost jewelry to her, and that her friends often asked her to perform on-the-spot repairs.<BR/><BR/>It is hard to describe C.Z. I know she is called “the queen of Madrid”. Her brilliance arise both admiration and dread in the circles that surround her. To me she is the loyal and wonderful of friends, to others she is a figure capable of merciless vengeance. She can be violent in likes and dislikes. She is an ardent protector of her friends. And she loves champagne. And I love her.<BR/><BR/>Princess Nancy Löwenstein-ReagenAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598042808043309056.post-47163052008851234282008-05-29T09:46:00.000+02:002008-05-29T09:46:00.000+02:00Im-presionante, madame m, me dejas sin palabras.Pe...Im-presionante, madame m, me dejas sin palabras.<BR/>Pero existen o no existen esos personajes?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598042808043309056.post-46767834880452373462008-05-28T19:38:00.000+02:002008-05-28T19:38:00.000+02:00Miss Reagan, I like the way you describe your “fri...Miss Reagan, I like the way you describe your “friends”, and I get that flattery is your only mean of connection to the world you’d like to form a part of, but com’on, Baron Touran? On what shaky ground one must stand to speak such high words!!<BR/>The lord and a few others know that Diego wasn’t born a Baron, he was born the last son in a family of plenty, so if there was any title to be had it wasn’t he that got it; Truth is he did buy the name from a poor, dying soul who’s last wish was that he pay for a good Christian burial in exchange for the right to carry the honor he was born into. Rumor has it the real baron is buried in the common grounds at the presbiteranian church in Malaga. Lord knows how he ended there, but it wasn’t through a proper funeral, that’s for sure!<BR/>As for the parties, sure, they are fun enough, if you like that rough, primitive ambient, that pounding disco music, and are willing to overlook that most of the guest are hoodlums that walk up from the street…They are the only parties you are let into, so sure you’re prone to glorify them.<BR/>I was talking to my great friend, the host of the real parties, the other day and he said to me “Madame, you do me no justice in your descriptions, I am not such a mysterious character… after all, the fact that nobody knows where I come from more than the monograms on my linen napkins, or what I stand for more than the fact that I have never let into my house poor old Nancy, shouldn’t be grounds for judgment, after all, the napkins could have been bought at any estate-sale or antiquary and Nancy, well nobody lets her in anyway” <BR/>Oh, and Theodora, in response to your very heartfelt words, I have something to say:<BR/>I, for sure am a real character that lives and breathes and bleeds when cut, as for nancy, she’s real as the fact that the potatoes growing in the orchard by her village home where the only source of nourishment for her whole family while growing up. Ana is not angry, she’s had pressing family affairs to take care of, but she will be back, I’m sure…and as for count and countess Nicotra, Lady Ro Davies, Lara López Corredera, Pat Zee, and other such characters…well, I guess you’ll never know.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598042808043309056.post-90459355350737994232008-05-28T17:48:00.000+02:002008-05-28T17:48:00.000+02:00Este Blow Job no se entera de nada.La ironía es un...Este Blow Job no se entera de nada.<BR/><BR/>La ironía es una figura de estilo que Nancy domina con perfección, expresando a través de su maravillosa prosa, un sutilísimo sarcasmo y una muy fina zumbaría. No obstante, se nota que quiere a sus personajes tratándoles con un especial cariño.<BR/><BR/>Los personajes de Nancy son reales y no, según mi amigo Tolo, fruto de una fantasía o de la imaginación creadora. Mi Kolega (es jovencito) Tolo es medio bobo y declara que Nancy y Madame M son la misma persona, pero a mi me parece una tontería del tamaño de una casa; está claro que son 2 personas distintas, aunque personalmente me encante el fenómeno del desdoblamiento de personalidad.<BR/><BR/>Nancy Reagen y Madame M son lo más. <BR/><BR/>¿Pero quien será Nancy Reagen? Y Madame M?<BR/>Y Pat Zee? Y los Nicotra? Y la tan amada Lady Davies?<BR/>Y Ana Santodominguez ¿ Se ha enfadado? <BR/><BR/>Seguiré fiel. Os juro. <BR/>Theo GoulandrisAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598042808043309056.post-45849310807552977202008-05-28T17:26:00.000+02:002008-05-28T17:26:00.000+02:00Pero, Nancy, my dear, si todos sabemos que te vuel...Pero, Nancy, my dear, si todos sabemos que te vuelven loca los huevos con patatas y los callos madrileños.<BR/>You are not a upper-class lady anymore, you should admit it.<BR/>Ya te gustaría a ti pillar algunos de esos platos de los que habla madame m.pintónhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04497312672114484373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598042808043309056.post-8586547622690259372008-05-28T17:07:00.000+02:002008-05-28T17:07:00.000+02:00Oh no no Pintón! we don't eat tuna anymore...being...Oh no no Pintón! we don't eat tuna anymore...being a savage is so passé, and tuna is so near extinction (true it is due to Japan's extreme consumism) that we, civilized ones have long since given up on such a delicious treat…As for Nancy, tell her not to eat such pompous, indigestive meals, though she’d like to look refined, because her suffer over her gases and bloating is just not nice to watch. I like your simple, hearty recipes; Pat Zee has an amazing one for organic eggs with a boletus bed that you really must try. And Countess Nicotra specializes in exotic Thai meals, those are a treat…but Nancy would know that if she was ever invited…Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598042808043309056.post-85600164941258790482008-05-28T16:10:00.000+02:002008-05-28T16:10:00.000+02:00Pero que petarda eres, Nancy.Pero que petarda eres, Nancy.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598042808043309056.post-27770984705303361732008-05-28T15:10:00.000+02:002008-05-28T15:10:00.000+02:00Oh my dear Pinton, I'm shocked; I mean, this is so...Oh my dear Pinton, I'm shocked; I mean, this is so working-class, so lumpenproletariat. Or even worse, so petit bourgeois with his habits of consumption, or lifestyle, so disgusting they are. As I am a Upper-class lady, I’ll give you this recipe from my beloved friend Truman. <BR/><BR/>RECIPE FOR PLAZA CHIKEN HASH<BR/><BR/>4 cups finely diced, cooked chicken (white meat only)<BR/>1 ½ cups heavy cream<BR/>1 cup cream sauce<BR/>2 teaspoons salt<BR/>1 1/8 teaspoons white pepper<BR/>¼ cup dry sherry<BR/>½ cup Hollandaise sauce<BR/><BR/>Mix chicken, cream, Cream sauce and seasoning in a heavy skillet. Cook over moderate heat, stirring often, for about 10 minutes.<BR/>When moisture is slightly reduced, place skillet I a moderate oven 350º minutes.<BR/>Stir in Sherry and return to oven for 109 minutes. Lightly fold in Hollandaise Sauce and serve at once.<BR/>Makes 5-6 serving, I mean the real chic, refined, beautiful and stylish as Pat Zee, Madame M, Lara Loppez-Corredera,the baroness of Lory-Toran, Lady Ro Davies and the countess di Nicotra. <BR/><BR/>You must learn, style is never out of fashion.<BR/><BR/>Nancy de Braganza y Orleans and ReagenAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598042808043309056.post-28203020297910048872008-05-28T11:25:00.000+02:002008-05-28T11:25:00.000+02:00Hey, Pinton, que bueno! me vienen de maravilla tus...Hey, Pinton, que bueno! me vienen de maravilla tus recetas, guapo. Me voy 2 semanas a la playa (estaré conectada, don't worry, seguiré tu blog; soy incondicional) y me faltaban tus consejos culinarios - gastronómicos para engordar un poco (un poquito).<BR/> Que gracia me hace que utilices semillas de mostaza en tu cocina. Me encantan... <BR/><BR/>Besos <BR/><BR/>Theo GoulandrisAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com