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Maybe they'd have to hold each other when it rose, all organe and full and close. Maybe that's where our romantic notions about the moon first came from. Two people holding each other to keep their hearts from breaking, because everybody they knew was dying in the cold rocks and dust piles a quarter million miles away...
The Brothers K
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tirsdag, august 03, 2004
There were a couple of exciting things that I forgot to mention in yesterday's post. Foremost, I am now the proud possessor of Ziplocs!!! Finally I have managed to obtain such life-giving manna from Centra. I can now make loads of food on the weekends, and reheat during the week. Or take for lunch. Or store meat longer than two days. You have no idea how essential Ziplocs are to your life until you try to live without them.
Moving right along, I am pleased to announce that I believe I am making successful headway in (can you tell I've been working all day?) the art of cooking. Sunday night, I made the most wonderful pasta dish ever, worthy of a five star restaurant. It was baked cheese-stuff ravioli, simmered in a butter cream sauce, and topped with a thick layer of a mild Norwegian swiss cheese. It was liberally garnished with parsely flakes, paprika, and pepper. And it was fantastic. I am immensely proud of myself, and would be willing to bake this dish for anyone who so desires. I promise it won't kill you :) The thing that clinches the success is that I managed to sautee myself a chicken breast last night, without burning the exterior to a crisp while leaving the interior raw. It was just perfectly juicy, all the way through. Bask in the glory of my culinary achievements!
The last news item is quite possibly the strangest thing that has happened to me since being in Norway. As I was returning from the lake near my apartment (Sogns - SHIT my coworker stepped on my power cord and dented the metal thingie at the end! #*&*%*!!! Anyone who owns an Apple knows of the horror of this incident. BLARGH!!! *brief hiatus while I fix the cord* Ok, better now, sort of. It'll last til I get real tools at least. My poor gimpy notebook. Anyways, the lake is named Sognsvann, and I was walking along the road back towards home. Coming towards me, nay, in my lane, was a middle aged woman, carrying a large knife - the really long kind you'd use for cooking - by her side. Not wanting to tempt fate, I discreetly inched to the other side of the road as I continued my path forward, giving the knife a very wide berth while keeping my eye on it. As I got closer to her, the woman slowed her pace, gesticulated at me USING THE KNIFE, and said something lengthy in Norwegian without smiling. As I walked past her, I kept my eye on her and shrugged, saying, "I'm sorry," figuring that would convey that both a) I was sorry for staring and b) that I didn't speak Norwegian. I then proceeded onwards without looking back (probably a mistake :P).
So, my question to you is what on earth was that woman doing?? Was she angry that I was staring at her? Did she think I was rude to cross to the other side of the road? Was she a genuine lunatic and threatening to kill me? Was she merely offering an explanation as to why she was carrying a foot-long blade in the open? What an odd experience. Afterwards I just laughed, because it was so mystifying. Any American would have either not said anything, or said something with a smile or apologetically like "We're hunting and forgot a knife to skin the meat, so sorry!" But this woman didn't smile, and didn't seem very apologetic, and did say something. What do you do with these situations, except laugh? I was definitely amused.
Off to the Domus Atletica to work out (trening)! Yay!
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