Beh.. direi proprio di approfittare dell'occasione per tuffarmi, assieme al mio voto, nella sugnosità e libidine del più eccelso e divino dolce natalizio nazionale... il PANDORO 
" Sono io la tempesta, mio lord. La prima tempesta e l'ultima "
Volevo essere il re del mare, ma all'anagrafe sbagliarono una lettera
Pandoro, tutta la vita.
Topic bellissimo, tra parentesi! 
Pandoro e panettone uguali sono ma l' importante è che siano farciti e glassati.. I classici mi hanno stufato.. 
Del panettone apprezzo solo i canditi, quindi dico burro! Cioè pandoro!
In realtà non amo spassionatamente nessuno dei 2, però il pandoro ha la caratteristica di essere strozzabile anche quando non è di qualità eccelsa, soprattutto se è affogato nella crema al mascarpone!
Fuori gara, dò la mia menzione d'onore a copate, pan forte, pan pepato e torta di cecco. Giusto per non fare la campanilista.
"And now at last it comes. You will give me the Ring freely! In place of the Dark Lord you will set up a Queen. And I shall not be dark, but beautiful and terrible as the Morning and the Night! Fair as the Sea and the Sun and the Snow upon the Mountain! Dreadful as the Storm and the Lightning! Stronger than the foundations of the earth. All shall love me and despair!”
She lifted up her hand and from the ring that she wore there issued a great light that illuminated her alone and left all else dark. She stood before Frodo seeming now tall beyond measurement, and beautiful beyond enduring, terrible and worshipful. Then she let her hand fall, and the light faded, and suddenly she laughed again, and lo! she was shrunken: a slender elf-woman, clad in simple white, whose gentle voice was soft and sad.
“I pass the test”, she said. “I will diminish, and go into the West and remain Galadriel.”
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"A ruler needs a good head and a true heart," she famously told the king. "A cock is not essential. If your Grace truly believes that women lack the wit to rule, plainly you have no further need of me." And thus Queen Alysanne departed King's Landing and flew to Dragonstone on her dragon Silverwing. [...] The queen died of a wasting illness in 100 AC, at the age of four-and-sixty, still insisting that her granddaughter Rhaenys and her children had been unfairly cheated of their rights. "The boy in the belly," the unborn child who had been the subject of so much debate, proved to be a girl when born in 93 AC. Her mother named her Laena. The next year, Rhaenys gave her a brother Laenor.
