My first three years in Norway I spent in Vestlandet- the Western Lands, a picture perfect place with lots of manure smelling pastures. Unfortunately, those were also the most depressive years of my life. Too rainy, too small, very rural and with taciturn people, the place was nothing compared to what Bucharest had been and I longed to go back every day. A few things stayed with me due my stay there- I can imitate the dialect to a certain extent and I love sour cream porridge! In fact, I love it so much I order it all year around at Frogneseteren restaurant, if I happen to go there.
Hey, peeps! How are you? I’ve been way too busy for my own good lately, but now that the weekend is here I have little plans to do anything else than relax, bake a little, clean the house and buy a cute Christmas tree.
Sammy turned 5 on Tuesday and since that day was horrendously hectic for my part, he only got a longer walk and some liver pate as a treat. But yesterday we finally bought him a new toy and he was ecstatic, he carried it around everywhere and asked us to keep it, so he could pull it from our hands. 😉 haha! You should have seen him! So cute!
I’m done with the gifts, except for one last extra present, now I only need to bake a bit, fill up the cookie jars and wrap the presents up. What about you? Are you “en route”? Have you done the Christmas baking, too?
These pics are from our neighborhood, where I’m taking Sam for walkies three times a day, listening to Sidney Bechet, Nat King Cole and Madeleine Peyroux. With my condition, I cannot overwork myself, or else I come crashing down and lose my will to wake up, so I need to plan a day off here and there or a couple of half days, to cope with the pressure. That’s exactly what I did yesterday- after wrapping up a couple of things with the accountant and delivering some small presents, it was just me on the agenda. I had a Prosecco with a close friend, then a couple more on my own, under the pretext of feeling sorry for myself on account of the pain ( apparently you need a couple of vaccines for Morocco). 😉
Yesterday evening we went out for pizza and beer, just me and my boo. It felt like ages ago we did anything together, just the two of us, and it’s oh so important. The town was teeming with drunk people already at 5 o’clock and again I felt ashamed of this stupid Christmas party tradition here where people seem to lose all common sense. Do you have the same wherever you are?
Leaving you with a couple of endearing pictures of Sammy boy, guarding the neighborhood. Fancying a bath with a glass of cold Christmas soda. 😉
A couple of weeks ago I had a great idea: since F was going to his annual Christmas party with his colleagues this Friday, why not invite some of my girls to a Christmas workshop, drink some mulled wine and make some Christmas goodies together? What I didn’t think about at the time was that I’d probably work until 4:45 pm, come home to walk Sammy, give the house a quick shine, arrange some finger food to nibble on, make the mulled wine and then collapse.
As you might have guessed by now, by the time my friends came, also tired from a week’s work, kids, Christmas gatherings and such, we didn’t have energy to even stand, let alone make anything edible. So we had some mulled wine, shared some cheese with Sam, laughed to our hearts’ content and wrapped it up around. 11 pm. Gordana spent the night, but before going to bed and we ended up in the woods with Sammy, my mobile phone as a flash light, slipping forward like penguins, jiggling and laughing, falling and pulling ourselves up, Sammy jumping on top of us to “save us” from the fall. haha! You should have seen us! As she put it, it was like in a joke- a Serb, a Romanian and a Russian (Sam) were walking in the woods in winter, slightly inebriated and in a good mood… haha! Continue reading
Xmas is around the corner and I’m already half way through my present list. And it feels amazing! Each year I try to avoid the stress, but sometimes it proves impossible. This year, though, I’ll have plenty of time for preparations!
I bought this baby on Saturday and yesterday we had some of it roasted in small pieces together with potatoes. We served with baked salmon and it was yummy! And since there was plenty left, I thought I should try to make a soup out of it. A search on the mighty internet lead me to this recipe. Continue reading
It’s grey, rainy and dark these day, but it’s the last week of November and Christmas is around the corner. And thank God for it! I totally get why people try to escape to warmer places this time of the year and although I was just home for a week in the beginning of October and we’re going to Marrakech just after Christmas, I’d roam the country in a second, if I could.
Yippi yey, we’re a month away from Christmas! I can’t wait for the days off, the snow, cocoa in bed, evenings by the fire (unfortunately we don’t have a fireplace anymore, but friends of us do), reading something soothing (after many years when December meant exams, I like unwinding with Agatha Christie or British crime), walking the bear, making cookies and exchanging gifts. I put together a little list with what would make me happy to give and receive, if only the word budget hadn’t been invented and money was no issue.
I love me a piece of pottery and this fancy plate by Anette Krogstad is right up my alley. You can purchase it at Norway design. Continue reading