You try this....

Here is a recipe someone posted on a food forum I visit occasionally. This is actually one of a series that was posted. She had found them on some other forum. It's a great example of mis-translation into English. I love it. I should have posted this last month for food NaBloPoMo but just ran across them. What I wonder is how far you hurl the eggs....


SPONGE CAKE
Ingredients:
- 6 eggs.
- 2 milk glasses.
- 2 and 1/2 of sugar.
- 6 flour glasses.
- 1 and 1/2 you exceed of leavening.

Preparation:

In a container we hurled egges, later the oil, the sugar, the flour glasses and finally you exceed them of leavening. We mixed all mixed good. In the mold we hurled a little oil and we greased it well by all the container, later we hurled one little flour well and also we greased it in the mold but with care. Finally we put the mass in the mold and we put it in the furnace to 170º degrees.
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Anonymous said…
Perhaps throwing the ingredients about introduces a lot of air into the mix.
August 7, 2008 at 12:30 PM
TheMama said…
You know... the key to life really is to grease, but with care.
August 7, 2008 at 2:01 PM
Unknown said…
Tee hee! I LOVE it!!! ;) As an ESL teacher, I can appreciate this post! My students always say the funniest things (when they translate things LITERALLY into English)!

I'm soooo sorry for being away from the blog world for such a long time. I am now trying to catch up on all your posts that I've missed!!!

When you get the chance, come on over. I've got something for you on my blog :) xo
August 8, 2008 at 9:59 PM
Calfkeeper said…
ha...I think the more you toss things the more interesting the final result of the recipe. Toss the grease too, you never know what might need it. ha ha.

C-thank you, I'll be right over. Never mind about not visiting in a while, I haven't either. You have a good reason.
August 9, 2008 at 8:35 AM
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