Posted in Cooking, Denmark

Don’t Forget The Chili!

Tonight, I’m making Lentil Soup. On a Blog site which uses Lentils as its theme, it goes without saying that Lentils are going to enter the picture, sooner or later.

I’ve decided on a recipe in Danish this time, but it might as well have come from English?

Ingredient number 6 is one glass of white wine. I seemed to have overlooked that when I originally found the recipe, but I’m sure to have an open bottle around somewhere?

Nope. Just 8 different types of oil, which even using my imagination, will never be to white wine!

I almost suggested to my wife that we crack open a bottle, and try to drink each other under the table, just like old times! Except for that we never did anything like that before, and tomorrow is a work day once again….

Here is the recipe, shortened for the sake of this blog:

Opskrift:

Skyl linserne grundigt og lad dem dryppe af. – rinse the lentils thoroughly and let the water drip off.

Hak løg og chilien, og rist dem i olien. “Chop onions and chili and fry them in the oil” – without being able to understand Danish, you still might recognize the word Chili?
The problem being, that Chili is not one of the listed ingredients! I might just choose to ignore the Chili part, if everyone else will ignore the White Wine part?

Lentils are the model of compromise, if you didn’t know that?

I’ve also forgotten to note the time, so I’ll be guessing when the whole thing is ready.

In addition, I’ve added chopped carrots, which the first, but not selected recipe called for, but I didn’t use it, due to my lack of celery.

This is beginning to look like my own creation, without having to brag about it!

I really couldn’t resist throwing a bit of dried chili in, even though I didn’t need to, this being my own creation. If other people can write blogs about chewing gum on plant leaves, and taking a hot bath in order to adjust their blog site, then I feel that it isn’t a crime to let my hair down, as it were, and throw all caution to the wind!

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I’ve also turned down the temperature to avoid burning or, escape of the lentil masses to ruin my Sunday evening, which I don’t always remember to do, when opening up my WordPress site.

Now it is cooling off and after a quick taste, I feel that the new name might be “Lentil Soup with a rather strong taste of chili, which is not the original recommended ingredient!”

If you want to shorten the title, feel free to do so, as I kind of got carried away after the “Not having the opportunity to drink my wife under the kitchen table incident”.

Here is the original recipe in Danish, if you are curious?

http://www.dk-kogebogen.dk/opskrifter/visopskrift.php?id=27756

God Appetit!

Posted in California, Relationships

When Did You Two Break Up?

Wow, a woman from my past! When did we break up? Let me see….

We were never really together, not in that sense. We were, when my now-wife found out that I had dinner with her, the first her, when my now-wife was back in Denmark. “What were you thinking?” There wasn’t a problem in my mind, as we were never really together in the first place.

We worked together, you see and the other employees told me that she needed something, and that I had, what she needed! We all felt that she was rather difficult and confusing, which is why they, the others, felt that I would be the one who would create balance in the force! Or something like that.

She had a unfortunate experience, which drove us closer together, but not in the way that you would like to believe. She was still difficult and confusing, but I came to understand her a bit better, not being involved with her like everyone else thought that we were.

We even went on a few camping trips together, sleeping in the same tent, just not like you’d think. We visited the Wine Area of California’s Napa Valley, and tasted our way along the many wines available. We even went to a tasting event, sponsored by our employer, which enabled us to try a myriad of alcoholic beverages, which would help our customers to choose the right thing to buy.

We seemed to celebrate certain holidays together, like Thanksgiving and Christmas, but not in the way that you’d think. We were together on those occasions, but not as much as others would get the wrong idea about our intentions.

She even moved into the same apartment complex as me, just one flight down, and after we weren’t seeing each other anymore, which we weren’t doing in the first place. A woman at our job told everyone, “Now he (that was me) will always be on top!” whatever that referred to, with us not being in the way, that everyone else thought we were in.

“Does it bother you, me living in the same complex as you?” she had asked me, trying to ward off bad feelings about her living there with another me, just not me, who would be telling everyone that they were an item, or not as things eventually turned out. “No, it did not. Seeing as how we weren’t together anymore, and not even before that”.

The last time I saw her was at that restaurant in Auburn California. She was rather upset about me dropping her way back when, and we tried to even things out, even though we never had been an item, nor did we plan on moving in together, or establishing a wedding account at Macys! We came to some kind of truce, with me telling her about my life and future wife, who wasn’t her, and how we lived together, just not in the same way that we never lived together, and who was on top or so, never entered into the conversation.

The only thing remaining, was having “Hell to pay” as my future-wife, who upon returning from Denmark, learned of my dinner with my not former girlfriend. I might just as well have kept it a secret, but I didn’t think it to be anything but an innocent encounter, with an old friend, who by the way wasn’t very happy with me at the time. I guess, I just had a way with women, not a good way, but it was a way none the less, and have practiced that same technique with my Danish Wife all these many years.

I am careful about mentioning those old girlfriends, for fear that she might get mad at me, all over again, but there was never really anything between us anyway.

You know?