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Gelatina Bailey’s

• 1 taza de Crema Irlandesa
• 1 taza de leche
• 1 sobre de grenetina
• 1/2 taza de azúcar

Calentar la leche, disolver la grenetina procurando no hacer grumos, agregar la crema irlandesa, mezclar, agregar poco a poco el azúcar y mezclar hasta que se disuelva. Verter la preparación en un molde.   Dejar enfriar a temperatura ambiente, colocar en refrigerador y esperar a que cuaje.

Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold M&M duels.

Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them together until one of them cracks and splinters. That is the “loser,” and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to go another round.

I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theater of competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world.

Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength. In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment.

When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in an envelope and send it to

M&M Mars, A Division of Mars, Inc.,
Hackettstown, NJ
17840-1503
U.S.A.,

along with a 3×5 card reading, “Please use this M&M for breeding purposes.”

In the UK the Daily Telegraph, a right wing newspaper quoted someone as calling someone else a “F*cking Nigger”. The Guardian, a left wing paper, said that they should have written it as as “Fucking N**ger”

See, that’s just the problem with English language… Not enough swear words

Yo tuve un hermano
no nos vimos nunca
pero no importaba.

Yo tuve un hermano
que iba por los montes
mientras yo dormía.

Lo quise a mi modo
le tomé su voz
libre como el agua.

Camine de a ratos
cerca de su sombra
no nos vimos nunca
pero no importaba.

Mi hermano despierto
mientras yo dormía.
Mi hermano mostrándome
detrás de la noche
su estrella elegida.

Julio Cortázar