Rasputin Eier, really wunderbar!

  Genauso wie das Abfackeln von Krachern, gehört das vorschriftsmäßige Essen der Glücksfische, eine Mulligatawny-Suppe - wie im "Dinner for One" - sowie Eier mit Mayo zu meinem Silvesterabend. Mit vorschriftsmäßig Essen ist gemeint, die Biskottenfische vom Schwanz weg Richtung Kopf  zu essen, damit das Glück nicht davonschwimmt, angeblich. Die Mulligatawny Suppe, so wie im schwarz/weiss Silvester-Fernseh-Abend-Dauer-Brenner "Dinner for one", die sich heuer  Miss Sophie im deutschsprachigen TV heuer gleich 24 Mal servieren lässt und natürlich so eine Art russische Eier, heuer als Fliegenpilze getarnt,  und dazu  "Rasputin" von Boney M. Der Kasachok ist Pflicht am 31. und we dance dazu really wunderbar!

• 8 Bio Eier hart kochen, auskühlen lassen,
• schälen,  der Breite nach halbieren,
• Dotter vorsichtig rausholen,
• mit selbstgerechter Mayonnaise (in einem schmales Gefäß zu einem Dotter langsam ca. 125 ml Öl träufeln und mit dem Mixer verrühren) , 3 EL  Sardellenpaste und 1 TL Zitronensaft , 1 TL scharfer Senf verrühren, Salzen und Pfeffern
• zurück in die holen Eier füllen und Hüte aus halben Paradeisern draufsetzten.  Fliegenpilz-weisse-Punkte aus Mayonnaiseresten und eine Wiese frischer Petersilie darunter legen.

Ich wünsche Euch allen einen guten Rutsch in ein wunderbares neues Blogger-Jahr!Lyrics RasputinThere lived a certain man in Russia long agoHe was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glowMost people looked at him with terror and with fearBut to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dearHe could preach the bible like a preacherFull of ecstacy and fireBut he also was the kind of teacherWomen would desireRA RA RASPUTINLover of the Russian queenThere was a cat that really was goneRA RA RASPUTINRussia's greatest love machineIt was a shame how he carried onHe ruled the Russian land and never mind the czarBut the kasachok he danced really wunderbarIn all affairs of state he was the man to pleaseBut he was real great when he had a girl to squeezeFor the queen he was no wheeler dealerThough she'd heard the things he'd doneShe believed he was a holy healerWho would heal her son(Spoken:)But when his drinking and lusting and his hungerfor power became known to more and more people,the demands to do something about this outrageousman became louder and louder."This man's just got to go!" declared his enemiesBut the ladies begged "Don't you try to do it, please"No doubt this Rasputin had lots of hidden charmsThough he was a brute they just fell into his armsThen one night some men of higher standingSet a trap, they're not to blame"Come to visit us" they kept demandingAnd he really cameRA RA RASPUTINLover of the Russian queenThey put some poison into his wineRA RA RASPUTINRussia's greatest love machineHe drank it all and he said "I feel fine"RA RA RASPUTINLover of the Russian queenThey didn't quit, they wanted his headRA RA RASPUTINRussia's greatest love machineAnd so they shot him till he was dead(Spoken:) Oh, those Russians...