{"id":506,"date":"2015-08-20T19:59:53","date_gmt":"2015-08-20T17:59:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bakinakuharica.com\/blog\/?p=506"},"modified":"2015-08-24T13:39:40","modified_gmt":"2015-08-24T11:39:40","slug":"kukuruz-mog-djetinjstva","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bakinakuharica.com\/blog\/namirnice\/kukuruz-mog-djetinjstva\/","title":{"rendered":"Kukuruz mog djetinjstva"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_507\" style=\"width: 310px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.bakinakuharica.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/KukuruzSirovi.png\"><img aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-507\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-507\" src=\"https:\/\/www.bakinakuharica.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/KukuruzSirovi-300x209.png\" alt=\"Kukuruz\" width=\"300\" height=\"209\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.bakinakuharica.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/KukuruzSirovi-300x209.png 300w, https:\/\/www.bakinakuharica.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/KukuruzSirovi.png 340w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-507\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Kukuruz<\/p><\/div>\n<p>Svake jeseni, na uglu moje ulice stoji pe\u010denjar. Pe\u010de i kuha prvo kukuruz, onda i kestene, njegova stara pe\u0107 obavija mirisom cijeli kvart i dra\u0161ka nam svima nosnice aromati\u010dnim mirisom pe\u010denih kukuruza i kestena.<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>Vra\u0107a me taj miris u djetinjstvo, jer i moj mi je djed pekao mladi kukuruz svake jeseni.<br \/>\nDjed je uzgajao kukuruz za potrebe bakinih kokica, pili\u0107a, patki, pa samo tako svake godine, u doba sazrijevanja, dok je kukuruz jo\u0161 mekan i podatan, u\u017eivali u ovom ukusnom zrnju.<br \/>\nDonio bi naramak mladih kukuruza, u svojim zelenim kukuljicama, sa svojim svilenim brcima. Baka mi je pri\u010dala kako su takvi, mladi kukuruzi sa svilenom kosom, nekada, dok je bila djevoj\u010dica, bili njene prve igra\u010dke &#8211; lutke s kojima se igrala.<br \/>\n<script async src=\"\/\/pagead2.googlesyndication.com\/pagead\/js\/adsbygoogle.js\"><\/script><br \/>\n<!-- BK_Blog_2015Responsive --><br \/>\n<ins class=\"adsbygoogle\"\n     style=\"display:block\"\n     data-ad-client=\"ca-pub-7449141779691315\"\n     data-ad-slot=\"8884151966\"\n     data-ad-format=\"auto\"><\/ins><br \/>\n<script>\n(adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});\n<\/script><br \/>\nPa iako mi je bilo zanimljivo zami\u0161ljati baku kao djevoj\u010dicu kako se igra sa zlatokosim lutkama &#8211; kukuruzima, ipak je poseban doga\u0111aj bio pe\u010denje mladog kukuruza.<br \/>\nDjed bi nalo\u017eio vatru, napravio dosta \u017eara, dok smo moj brat i ja gulili kukuruze i nabadali ih na \u0161tapi\u0107e za ra\u017enji\u0107e.<\/p>\n<p>Pekli smo svi zajedno kukuruze, u\u017eivaju\u0107i u mirisu, griju\u0107i se pored topline \u017eara obi\u010dno u sumrak dana i jedva \u010dekaju\u0107i da kukuruz bude pe\u010den. Baka je za to vrijeme znala staviti koji kukuruz na kuhanje, tako da smo imali kompletnu &#8220;kukuruznu&#8221; gozbu &#8211; zlatno-\u017eute, mirisne pe\u010dene kukuruze, koje smo zvali &#8220;pe\u010denici&#8221; i meke, slasne kuhane &#8211; &#8220;kuhanike&#8221;, prelivene s malo doma\u0107eg rastopljenog putra i natrljane solju.<br \/>\n<script async src=\"\/\/pagead2.googlesyndication.com\/pagead\/js\/adsbygoogle.js\"><\/script><br \/>\n<!-- BK_Blog_2015Responsive --><br \/>\n<ins class=\"adsbygoogle\"\n     style=\"display:block\"\n     data-ad-client=\"ca-pub-7449141779691315\"\n     data-ad-slot=\"8884151966\"\n     data-ad-format=\"auto\"><\/ins><br \/>\n<script>\n(adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});\n<\/script><br \/>\nI dok pi\u0161em ovo i prisje\u0107am se tih &#8220;pe\u010denika&#8221; i <a title=\"Kuhani kukuruz\" href=\"https:\/\/www.kuharicareceptisavjeti.com\/index.php\/razni-recepti-iz-bakine-kuhinje\/2415-kuhani-kukuruz\">&#8220;kuhanika&#8221;<\/a> razmi\u0161ljam o tome da odjurim do pe\u010denjara na uglu ulice i kupim si jedan mirisni podsjetnik na djetinjstvo \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_508\" style=\"width: 350px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.bakinakuharica.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/pecenikPeceniKukuruz.png\"><img aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-508\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-full wp-image-508\" src=\"https:\/\/www.bakinakuharica.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/pecenikPeceniKukuruz.png\" alt=\"Pe\u010deni kukuruz\" width=\"340\" height=\"237\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.bakinakuharica.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/pecenikPeceniKukuruz.png 340w, https:\/\/www.bakinakuharica.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/pecenikPeceniKukuruz-300x209.png 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 340px) 100vw, 340px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-508\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Pe\u010deni kukuruz<\/p><\/div>\n<div id=\"attachment_509\" style=\"width: 350px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.bakinakuharica.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/kuhanikukuruz01.png\"><img aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-509\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-full wp-image-509\" src=\"https:\/\/www.bakinakuharica.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/kuhanikukuruz01.png\" alt=\"Kuhani kukuruz\" width=\"340\" height=\"237\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.bakinakuharica.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/kuhanikukuruz01.png 340w, https:\/\/www.bakinakuharica.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/kuhanikukuruz01-300x209.png 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 340px) 100vw, 340px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-509\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Kuhani kukuruz<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Svake jeseni, na uglu moje ulice stoji pe\u010denjar. Pe\u010de i kuha prvo kukuruz, onda i kestene, njegova stara pe\u0107 obavija mirisom cijeli kvart i dra\u0161ka nam svima nosnice aromati\u010dnim mirisom pe\u010denih kukuruza i kestena.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[138,136,134,137,135],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bakinakuharica.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/506"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bakinakuharica.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bakinakuharica.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bakinakuharica.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bakinakuharica.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=506"}],"version-history":[{"count":14,"href":"https:\/\/www.bakinakuharica.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/506\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":825,"href":"https:\/\/www.bakinakuharica.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/506\/revisions\/825"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bakinakuharica.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=506"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bakinakuharica.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=506"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bakinakuharica.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=506"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}