I’ve been dating someone for a few weeks. His name is Theoden, he’s a firefighter, a rock enthusiast (yes, I’m crazy about a drummer, what a cliche!) and draws really well (he made me want to get back into it, maybe I’ll post something on which I am working on at the moment but it takes time). We met when they needed an interpreter after finding a lost child who happened to be deaf. He was the only one in the barracks who didn’t try to flirt with me by flexing his muscles. It was his humor that made me crack at first, but what made me want to go further is that he is deeply kind and very cultured.
His friends at the brigade learned that I love to cook and in a joking tone they challenged me to cook for them, challenge accepted!
To help me in my task I have my little brother Søren come for the weekend. I invited him for this “event” because I know that fire trucks fascinate all boys.
The first part of the challenge already comes from the choice of the recipe. Several times when I went to see Theo there (yes, I play taxi drivers, he doesn’t have his car license. He drives a motorcycle but this one is in the garage), I understood that in his team, the sun is starting to fail for some.
They are big guys who eat well, so we needed something that holds well.
I have a relatively tight budget given their number but I am used to cooking for not very expensive.
For these reasons, I decided to go with an exotic dish reminiscent of travel and the sun, a typical dish from New Orleans (I have wanted to cook Cajun since my grandmother made me reread the Mayfair saga Witches for our play. ^^’), the Gumbo. I chose a Chicken Gumbo because I was told to avoid seafood.
Prepare a brown roux: In Louisiana they do it with oil instead. I didn’t have any on hand so I made it with butter. In a saucepan, melt the butter. When it is melted, add the flour and spices then mix. Cook, stirring all the time, until it turns brown. Book.
Cut the smoked sausages into rounds. Heat a skillet and brown the sausages for about 3 minutes on each side. The idea is not to cook them but to lightly grill them.
Meanwhile, cut the chicken breasts into cubes. When the sausage slices have grilled well, remove them from the pan and brown the diced chicken for 3 to 5 minutes on each side. Book.
Split the peppers in half, remove the stem, ribs and seeds. Wash them and cut them. Peel and chop the onion. Wash the celery stalk and cut it into cubes, do the same with the carrots. Peel and press the garlic clove.
Return the roux to the heat in a cast iron casserole dish. When it is hot, wet with the liter of water, little by little. Stir constantly and bring to a low boil. Then add the vegetables, the diced chicken and sausage.
Cover and cook for 45 minutes over low heat and covered. At the end of this time, uncover and simmer for about twenty minutes uncovered. (For a shrimp or crayfish gumbo, omit the meat and poach them in the sauce 5 to 6 minutes before the end.)
Meanwhile, prepare the rice by immersing it in a large volume of water. Let it cook for the time indicated on the package.
Serve in the same container the rice and the meat, and drizzle with broth.
We all had a great time and all the members of the team present surprised me by learning a few signs in sign language, with more or less talent, but it touched me a lot. I was invited to become their regular cook so maybe I will do it again!
At the end we showed Søren around the hangar, it didn’t last long then everyone had to leave for an intervention but I will never forget the stars in his eyes when they let him fly from one of the trucks.
My Theo hold a blog because of me! He talks about Rock music and his social impact to the world. There is olso some of his drawings, please take a look 😉 (there is a cartoony portrait of me! :D)
I’ve been dating someone for a few weeks now, a firefighter! His name is Theo and I think I like him! It’s been a while since I’ve felt this close to a man and frankly it feels so good. He is hearing and knew nothing about the world of the deaf and yet he immediately made the effort to learn a few words in sign language and he shaved his beard when he learned that it was difficult for me to read on the lips of bearded people without me telling him. that and several other details mean yes okay, I think I like more a little more than good!!! We are taking a new step today, I invite him to dinner at home. I’m both impatient and stressed out at the same time, so I’m trying to calm myself down a bit by writing you a cooking article.
So tonight I have planned a pistachio-crusted salmon:
Ingredients (for two people):
20cl + 1 tbsp of olive oil
2 tsp cumin
2 tsp paprika
2 salmon steaks (tuna is perfect for the recipe)
flower of salt
½ tsp of pink berries
First step: making the marinade.
Mix the lemon juice, 20cl of olive oil, percil,1 tsp of cumin and 1 tsp of paprika. Marinate the fish for an hour
Second step: making a pistachio puree.
Mix half of the pistachios until you obtain a paste, make it more liquid with a tablespoon of oil. (if you add a little sugar you get a divine spread, better than nutella) Cover the fish with the pistachio paste
Third and last step: making the crust.
Crush the last pistachios with a knife, add the rest of the cumin and paprika then the pink peppercorns and finally roll your salmon in this breadcrumb. Add a little salt and bake for ten minutes at 200 degrees Celsius (392 farenheit)
For garnish :
I chose boiled potatoes and a tabbouleh salad with semolina, green beans, cucumber and cherry tomatoes.
Yes the quantities on my plate are rather meager but I would not want, by overeating, that the digestion would tire him a little too much for the rest of the evening… Well I’m off I still have a lot of little things to prepare. >.< Cross your fingers for me!
Take care of yourself and your loved ones and see you soon!
Today (it’s December 23 when I write these lines) I had a great day with Grandma! Grandma is passionate about theater and very often stages her favorite books with the actors from her club. Recently, with her best friend, they wrote a play on “The Witching Hour” the first volume of Anne Rice’s Mayfair witches trilogy which takes place in the same universe as “Interview With a Vampire”.
The story :
This is the meeting between Rowan Mayfair and the one who will become her husband, Michael Curry. Both having supernatural powers, they are approached by a certain Aaron Lightner, member of a sort of secret society, the Tamalasca, bringing together sorcerers and shamans. This is dedicated to the study of the occult. Lightner reveals to them the history of the Mayfair family and the curse that affects it: the Lasher spirit.
Willa, the actress who was to play Rowan is pregnant. In itself, it was not a problem but her doctor prescribed her forced rest. In grandma’s head, she had to be redheaded (I don’t remember what she looks like in the book) anyway, I was offered the role and I was bribed with cookies, how would I get could resist? (She knows me too well! >.<)
I’m not a confirmed actress so I admit that it scares me!
My day with Grandma?
I was having a nice dream when the smell of warm cookies woke me up! I open my eyes and a plate flutters under my nose. As I let my eyes adjust to the light, I jumped, surprised to see my grandmother holding the plate! That’s how I learned the news. Now that I think about it, luckily I was alone! (Note to myself, remember to put a sock on my doorknob the next time I have a “guest” to warn that this is not the time to surprise me like this, it could be rather embarrassing !)
My aunt joined us (she was requisitioned by Grandmother to help with the staging and setting the lights) and we had a good breakfast while Grandmother read me the script. I love seeing how passionate she is when she talks about theatre. Then we went to the club. There, I tried on costumes:
Yes as you can see, everything is a bit too big for me. (If I didn’t hold the dress back, it would end up on my ankles!!!) The costume manager assured us that the alterations won’t be too much of a problem.
Then I was introduced to the troupe. Many already knew me because I happened to help to paint sets from time to time or simply to support Grandma in her projects. However several members seem a little dubious to play with a deaf actress, obviously I have to prove myself. (It’s not going to help my stage fright go down!)
They explained to me the marking on the stage to know how to spot my marks and when to place myself there, then we played one of the scenes to have a practical example. I was stressed at first but I admit that it amused me even if it was complicated to know who was speaking and when. Certain character talking behind my back. Fortunately my aunt and grandmother were there and they understand the difficulties it represents for me. I will have to time each of these lines in the future to know when to cast mine.
Small good point for the person who did the casting (thank you Grandma): Our Michael Curry, Rowan’s future husband is… how to say… let’s say that the kissing scene will be far from torture!
After that we all ate together in a pizzeria. A way to create and maintain a bond in her troupe for Grandma. I learned a lot about each of them. Our Lightner, for example, was a soldier, he was discharged following an injury, he suffered from depression and became homeless. He climbed the slope following a makeover show, he found a job at the ticket office of a theater and that’s what made him want to be an actor and that’s why he joined the club. A very nice man who was quite paternalistic with me by giving me lots of little advice. I think I already love him! haha
For the afternoon, everyone has gone about their business after all it is the day before Christmas there are still preparations for many people. Grandmother invited me and my dear aunt to be pampered in a massage parlour. I got massaged by a lookalike of Henri Cavill in Man of Steel, I was a little sad when it stopped! “Come baaaaaaack! »
We ended the day in front of the fireplace discussing my character, the play and sketching some ideas for sets.
Yes I know, I have the best Grandma in the world!
Guys! take care of yourself and your loved ones, see you soon and have a happy holidays!
PS: Willa hvile godt og nyd din graviditet! Jeg ønsker dig alt det bedste med dit kommende barn.
PPS: Mormor du er den bedste og selvom du er helt skør, vil jeg følge dig i alt hvad du gør!
You may have noticed that for some time now, my articles have been illustrated with paintings and that I have not posted any artist links in source. The simple reason is that they are mine. Finally from me with a little help, that of an AI: Midjourney. Midjouney is an AI that creates paintings from a sequence of words that you give it.
Here are some examples:
To use it is very simple, just go to this address:
Sign up with a discord account (a chat program) and start giving him instructions. There is a free demo and 2 subscription models to not be limited in the number of images generated. He ends up generating 4 images, from there you can ask him to start over, to launch variants of an image he gave you so that he comes up with 4 others approaching it or upscale one of the results.
I used it recently to illustrate my articles. It is an interesting tool for me because even if I like to draw and paint, the time that I will spend making the illustrations would be time that I will not spend writing. Until then I used google images but these are not necessarily copyright free and above all they are not original which is important to me. The other solution could have been to go through an outside artist but this has a cost that unfortunately I cannot afford, especially when trying to post one article to you per week.
Hey, but Nilsa, are the artists going to disappear?
The answer is no, for several reasons:
The sequence of words that we use is of paramount importance to generate the images and depending on what we choose, the result can be very different. Then we choose an image among 4 that we choose to modify or not from the AI. Those are already artistic choices.
The images generated sometimes have bugs and would often need to be retouched so that they are less shocking to the eye.
Finally I think it can be a great tool for all designers / painters. Midjourney is a great way to get inspired and I think the images generated will mainly serve as a base for repainting over them as we already do with photos in what is called photobashing .
There are no copyright issues: is such a creation the property of the artist?
That’s a delicate subject. Not being a lawyer specializing in intellectual property, I would not be able to say who owns the image generated by code which is the intellectual property of the developers. Is it their property or is the AI considered a mere tool and thus the ownership of the work produced belongs to the user of the AI?
I do not know enough about the law to be able to decide on the question but this one is very interesting. It would be necessary to search the CGU of Midjourney and I admit to you that I was a little lazy.
After when the artist repaints over the generated image, he appropriates the image and creates his own work and in this case the final rendering becomes his property. As in photobashing, if you have repainted and modified the image enough so that we do not recognize the original photo used then there are no copyright concerns.
I am not sponsored for this article if I tell you about it it’s just that I find this tool really magical.
I know it’s different from what I usually do, but I hope you enjoyed this article.
Take care of yourself and your loved ones and see you soon.
There are articles that are more complicated to write than others and this one is one of them. However, it is a subject that I really want to talk to you about.
Sometimes I have thoughts on topics and these are topics that I find very interesting, exciting and about which I want to share my thoughts with you. Even if sometimes the subject is complicated, which gives me apprehension but it in no way affects my desire to share this with you.
This article talks about a rather sensitive subject on the internet, it is the subject of “Woke culture”
Woke culture, what is it?
The term “Woke” in English means “awakened” so awake to what? Awakened in fact to the social inequalities that constitute our world:
Sexual Orientation Inequalities;
And the term “Woke”, it makes sense because I don’t know if you have already experienced it, but when we realize a systemic inequality (the patriarchal system for example), when we make the effort to realize this, here I am talking above all about certain men because generally, women have a little less need to make the effort than them, when we realize this, we realize that it is omnipresent. It’s in all our relationships, it’s in everything we see, everything we consume, everything we look at, etc…
It’s a bit like the red pill in Matrix.
You take the blue pill, the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
In Matrix Morpheus offers Neo two pills :
A blue one that represents the reality he has always known that will remain his reality
A red that represents the truth.
But by taking the red pill there is no going back. Well, the Woke culture is a bit like that. Hence a phrase that comes up often: “Check your privileges”
Be aware of your privileges because there are other individuals who do not have them and therefore you are not subject to the same inequalities.
A white, straight, cisgender man (meaning his felt gender is the same as he was assigned at birth) and well by that logic, he’s advantaged by what he’s wrong with. experience systemic racism, systemic sexism, homophobia or transphobia.
So there are a lot of white, straight, cisgender men who feel a little bit attacked when we say that. This is something I see daily on social media. And say:
“Hey wait, just because I’m a white, straight, cisgender male doesn’t mean I’m living my best life and everything is fine. »
So of course! That’s not the point, but, a white, straight, cisgender man can have a shitty life, but it won’t be the fault of the system that dwells on his skin color, on his gender or his sexual orientation.
Recently politicians wanted to talk about it. They fear “Wokism”. That’s a pretty pejorative way of talking about “Woke Culture” and given what I just said one might well wonder what exactly they fear.
In fact what they fear is rather and mainly the “Cancel culture”. It’s likened to “Woke culture”. Sometimes when I read articles or journalists talk about it, often they overlap.
La « Cancel culture » vous en avez surement déjà entendu parler. C’est le fait de « Cancel », d’annuler ou plutôt ici de Boycotter une personne ou une œuvre parce qu’il ou elle a fait quelque chose que l’on juge inacceptable.
As explained in the Contrapoint video:
Someone is suspected of doing something wrong => It becomes: Someone did something wrong.
Presumption of guilt when there is no evidence.
Someone did something wrong => It becomes: This person is a bad person.
Abstraction and what Contrapoint calls “essentialism”
The action of the person becomes his very essence.
In a society where justice is based on the presumption of innocence, it hinders this “Cancel culture”, but we can also understand that people who have difficulty finding spaces for expression, face one of the only things that they can do:
Boycott or incite to boycott.
Besides, when it’s things or people who are “cancel”, often it doesn’t go to court or if it goes to court, justice has shown itself in a certain way to be disappointing and when I speak of justice, I am also speaking of popular justice.
At the time I started writing this article there was a Facebook post about an actor who is taken into custody following a rape complaint and seeing the comments under the post, it totally echoes what I just said about “Cancel culture”:
Personally given his popularity, he doesn’t have the profile of a rapist, I find it hard to believe
Strangely when you are known it often happens
Another girl who wants to be known
Ladies, ladies, you have to stop, you can also earn money by working. I know it’s time to accuse known men
Yes it sucks, and when it comes to the fact that it’s systemic, the comments that I chose you were posted by both men and women.
Well you know what? You might think that’s my problem with the “Woke Culture”, but no, it’s not even that! (Well not only)
No, what I want to talk about is:
The Place of Suffering in Woke Culture.
As we have seen, the “woke culture”, in its very ideology, there is the desire to correct inequalities and give strength to minorities. In this “culture”, having the status of “victim”, victim of inequalities, victim of injustices, victim of oppressions of the system, means that you will be protected. We will give you the floor, we will fight for you. This protection is the very principle of the “Woke culture”.
One of the manifestations of all this is the “Trigger warning”. In front of certain posts or tweets, there is “TW” followed by a word:
The principle is to warn people with traumas related to these themes from the start of the job or to allow them to use “blockers”. (A small program that hides for themselves messages containing certain words including “Trigger warning”.)
There is a real link between being a victim and the fact of suffering because suffering legitimizes the status of victim and the more you are a victim, the more, somewhere, you are legitimate in your fight.
Typically, anything I say there, woke-up, I’m not the most legitimate person to talk about, because I may be a deaf woman, but I’m perceived as hetero cisgender and white.
If one day I want to talk about racism or transphobia then according to this same logic I am illegitimate to talk about it because I am not a victim of it.
In this logic the more I suffer and the more I have my place in this “culture” there and we can even go further, the more I suffer and the more I am right or I am given reason. That’s why in “Woke Culture”, if you don’t care about the suffering a subject brings, your opinion doesn’t matter. There are only the people concerned that we want to hear. The advantage is that it leaves space for people who have not been heard from for too long and who can do so here in a secure way, that is to say spaces where they feel good and safe.
It is important to listen to the victims, because the system does not do it enough, but the thing is that sometimes a victim or a person who is part of a minority, they can be wrong, it happens. The main concern is that as we do not want to listen to others, we find ourselves in hyper-segmented mini-societies.
We are more at the stage where:
This person gives his opinion and we don’t care.
but at the stage where:
You talk, it offends me.
As I am offended, I am right so my suffering is instrumentalized by me or by a group and therefore the suffering becomes a weapon.
Why is it a problem?
This gives importance to suffering. We focus on it, we almost praise it and suddenly, instead of becoming the engine of change, sometimes it becomes the locomotive of unhappiness.
I am not saying no at the individual level because indeed it is up to everyone to manage their suffering as they see fit and I do not have to comment on that. I say NO on a societal scale, on a cultural scale.
If we absorb a culture that makes the more we suffer, the more we are right, we expose ourselves to abuses of victimization that harm the causes for which these same people are fighting. The problem of inequalities and oppression is that they become systemic and it is therefore the whole system that must look into it to find solutions.
I’m not sure you get there when the system is thrown out of the discussion and suffering is a key. Typically the fact that me on my own blog, I’m hesitant to talk about it because I wonder if I’m legit enough to do it, I think that’s something the fight has to move past.
After that it is highly possible that what we are experiencing right now is just a stadium. A necessary step. Because having the recognition of the status of victim by society is an important step and very surely necessary to initiate a change and define oneself differently.
I don’t really have any solutions to offer, it’s just an element that bothers me in the “Woke culture” because I feel like it’s a little bit toxic logic that can harm the general cause . Afterwards, it is not necessarily a state or a stage in which she locks herself up, but perhaps a stage in the system locks her up, precisely by not leaving enough room for the victims and therefore using suffering as a weapon is their way of reacting to it.
This weekend I visited my friend Tor who is a little depressed. He is a pastry chef and is preparing for a major pastry competition. When there are potentially good things to eat, we can count on my sister and me.
He lives a little far away now but, as a child for a long time, we were very close. It did me a lot of good to see him again even if sleeping at 2 on a sofa that had lived too much for 2 days with a snoring sister was not very restful!!!
So let’s get back to the main subject of this article: the food!!! Tor gave me the recipe for his kringlers and believe me, they are to die for.
Ok, Nilsa, but what are your “Kring things”?
Kringler or kringle in the singular are the Scandinavian version of the pretzel. Kringle comes from an Old Norse word meaning “ring” or “circle”. There are several varieties. They can be flaky or made from a yeast dough depending on the region and like pretzels, they can be sweet or savory.
How to make a sweet kringle:
1 kg of fluid flour
200 ml milk (warm)
8 tablespoons of powdered sugar
100 g unsalted butter (well softened)
20 g dehydrated baker’s yeast
1 teaspoon of salt
60g butter, melted
130 g almond powder
A handful of slivered almonds
5 tablespoons brown sugar
A few drops of vanilla extract
Chocolate chips (optional)
2 egg yolks
Beat eggs and brown sugar until tripled in volume and stiff.
Add butter, vanilla extract and ground almonds.
Blend until smooth.
Mix yeast and sugar with lukewarm milk (heated to around 36 degrees) and set aside for 15 minutes.
In the bowl of the robot, and using the beater utensil, mix the flour and the butter until you obtain a sandy mixture.
Change utensil and insert dough hook.
Make a well in the center of the flour, and place the beaten eggs in it.
Start the robot at low speed and gradually pour in the milk, yeast, sugar mixture, then add the salt, gradually increase the intensity of the robot to medium/high, and knead until you obtain a non-sticky dough. and flexible.
From the moment the dough wraps around the hook, the kneading should last at least 5-7 minutes.
At the end of kneading, the dough must be homogeneous, wrap around the hook, and detach from the sides of the bowl.
Put the dough in a large container, cover it with a cloth and let it rest for 45 minutes in a warm place away from drafts. It should at least double in size.
On a floured work surface, degas the dough and divide it into 6 equal parts.
Roll out each part into a rectangle using a rolling pin.
Spread the stuffing and sprinkle with slivered almonds and chocolate chips.
Roll the dough on itself and form a sausage by tightening it well.
Cut the resulting roll in half lengthwise.
Braid the two pieces obtained together and give the braid a crown shape. Form this braid by tightening well.
Cover with a cloth and let rise for 30 minutes in a warm place.
Preheat the oven to 180˚C convection heat.
Brush with egg yolk, chocolate chips and slivered almonds then bake in a hot oven for 20 to 30 minutes.
I’m super happy with my comforting little weekend, both for Tor, for my snoring sister and for me.
I hope you like this recipe and that you will enjoy it as much as we do!
Take care of yourself and your loved ones and see you Saturday for a new story!
Ok, that was 1 hours ago. I took Nyx out and took him to the dog park. There, a woman, her companion and their dog were about to enter. Of course Nyx was very happy to meet a new friend.
She was like wagging her tail and waiting for that dog to be unleashed, when that woman tried to release her dog. Nyx must had interrupted them, apparently this woman got angry at Nyx for no reason.
She tried to hit my dog and maybe his dog was growling at Nyx. I don’t really know since I can’t hear so I came in, to call Nyx over. Well, unfortunately, that woman threw coffee at me, BUT lucky I stood a bit further from her and didn’t get « coffee splashed » on me.
She seemed so angry and yelling at me for no reason then left, her partner was like ho no and tried to calm her down. She just simply left and I had no clue what was going on. Honestly, I never thought that someone would throw coffee at me… 🤣🥲
Yep, it happened just like that and then people came over to see if I was okay. I was like I’m all good peachy and utterly clueless about what had just happened recently. So bizzard lol
Nix didn’t do anything to that dog and all she wanted was to smell that dog’s ass & play with. What a day !
It was definitely not her day today at all but dude don’t throw hot coffee to someone else!
I hope everything goes well for you. Take care of yourself and your loved ones and see you soon.
Yesterday I went for a walk in the forest with grandmother, like every year, it is a tradition for us. The two of us spend a moment talking about anything and everything, taking pictures of the animals we may meet and picking up spruce branches to make our Christmas wreath that night. While pricking my fingers with the iron girls, I thought to myself: “Why not share with Danish traditions but lived within my small family?” So let’s go !
The Christmas wreath in most countries that I have seen in the movies is mostly made for decorating doors but not in Denmark. Here we braid our wreaths decorating it with red berries and traditionally 4 white candles. Once done it is tied with red ribbon above the table where we take our meals. Normally we make it one month in advance and we light a candle every Sunday before Christmas. At home we do it at the last minute just for decoration.
This morning I was mailed my little Christmas cards that I make myself for all the people I love. This is another of our traditions. We write handwritten cards to wish a Merry Christmas to our loved ones. They are usually decorated with a specially printed Christmas stamp for the occasion. Little with Mira (my big sister) and my big brother we accompany grandfather to go buy them. We took the opportunity to lick the pastry windows and we were entitled to a small cake that we tasted sitting on a bench, usually cinnamon rolls.
Earlier in the month, on the night of December 12 to 13, in schools we celebrate Saint Lucia. We elect a “Saint Lucia” who wears a crown with candles who leads a procession where we sing Christmas carols. I was never entitled to it, but my sister was once elected “Saint Lucia”. She was so beautiful and I was so proud!
The weekend before Christmas Grand-Pa and Papa turns into a lumberjack to bring us a pretty Christmas tree. Finally, this is the official version! Personally, knowing them and considering the cleanliness of their shoes and the pick-up, I suspect them to go buy it and then spend the rest of the day in a brewery.
Today and tomorrow is going to be time for Christmas Eve shopping, and I will start cooking with my assistant sister in front of our traditional Christmas series and overdosing on eggnog. In Denmark there are 2 big national channels which every year make a Christmas series on TV serving as a forward calendar for the children but my sister and I are crazy about it.
The Christmas market
On the evening of the 23rd we meet with my friends to admire the Christmas decorations in the city, we vote for the most beautiful shop windows and we eat chestnuts on the Christmas market.
The night the animals start talking
On the morning of the 24th, after a short visit to mom’s grave, we go to the park with a basket full of treats to give to the animals. It’s a superstition that on Christmas Eve animals can start talking so we bribe them to not speak badly about us. I’m deaf so I’ve never heard Nyx (my deaf guide dog and the love of my life) speak but I don’t know, it makes me feel a little bit like she can. Yes it’s silly but I want to believe it!
Don’t forget to feed the Nisse!
Around 4 a.m., as we eat late in the evening, I usually prepare a little rice pudding to last until then. Then with Dora (Isadora, 7 years old) my little cousin and Søren, my little brother, we put a small cup in the attic to feed the Nisse in the house. The Nisse is a kind of little Leprechaun who brings happiness to the house all year round, but who can be a bit of a joker on Christmas Eve because of all the commotion. This small offering is made so that everything goes well during New Years Eve. The next day, believe it or not, but when the cup isn’t just empty it is at least always missing a few bites. (We have cats but I love to see them all amazed the next day coming down from the attic with the empty cup!)
In the evening, after the guests had arrived when I was still hearing, we would go to mass. Not out of religion but more to have a reason to come together to sing Christmas fields. I never complained but after my accident everyone understood that it had become a very boring time for me so since then we’ve been playing board games making sure dad doesn’t cheat too much! At 10 p.m. we start to eat.
At the end of the meal we all sit down by the fireplace. Papa plays the violin and Grand-Pa tells us tales. Usually I rest my head on Mira’s shoulder and I’m mesmerized by the hand dancing on Daddy’s violin until I fall asleep.
The Christmas morning
The next day we usually both wake up, my sister and I hugging each other, covered in a plea that wasn’t there the day before. Lots of gift packages appeared under the tree. At this point I pull out some little buns I made ahead of time and cook breakfast, impatiently waiting for Søren and Dora to come downstairs. Best time of year for me.
I hope you enjoyed this little excursion into our little Christmas habits. If you have any little traditions from your country or just things you do in your family I would love to hear about them if you want to share them in the comments.
As we say here: “Hav en glædelig Jul” Have a Merry Christmas!
Today was party time at our Deaf Club. The founder was celebrating her 72 years and our small association her 30 years (okay it was the 31st but last year with the confinement we could not celebrate it with dignity) and of course I was asked to cook. .. for 54 people! 😅
Well I did something simple but it was still very good. You just have to do it a little in advance because there is meat marinated for 24 hours. ( Fortunately I was able to borrow a cold room, my fridge would not have been enough >. < )
Let’s go for the recipe:
Ingredients (for 4 persons):
For the marinade:
6 cloves of garlic, pressed
the juice of a lemon
a tablespoon of mustard
a tablespoon of olive oil
2 tablespoons of honey
a teaspoon of thyme
For the dish:
8 chicken pine nuts
1 red onion
some cherry tomatoes
500 ml chicken stock
mix all the marinade ingredients with the chicken and let marinate for 24 hours
Arrange the potatoes cut into quarters in the bottom of a dish, arrange the chicken and onions (minced) on top.
Add the broth with the rest of the marinade and bake for 20 minutes at 180 ° c
add the cherry tomatoes and bake for 30 to 35 minutes.
It’s ready !
I hope you will like it.
It was so good to see every one there. I realise only now that was what I need. To be surrounded by people I appreciate and love, especially after the last trying months. In short, here I am recharged and ready to cower life to the fullest!
It’s been a while since I posted anything and I’m sorry. I won’t go into details (maybe later) but I ended up with an extremely toxic guy that I struggled to get rid of, and then I had some health concerns. Today everything is fine. It just took a little while for me to get over it.
To forgive me, I have planned a big article for this week on the interest of science fiction in our society. I hope you will enjoy it.
Right now I’m pretty busy so I don’t promise to be as productive as I once was for a little while but promise I won’t drop the blog. 😉
Take care of you guys. I’ll be back soon, I promise.