This whole trip to Copenhagen was a spontaneous thing to attend Pizzie´s 50th birthday party yesterday. It was a genuine experience, like few others in my life. I have to start by stating I´m no party person, I seldom dance, I´m a bit shy when it comes to conversation with new people, I don´t drink that much and I don´t smoke, either. I enjoy sitting on a couch and find a couple of persons to chit chat with, while drinking bubbles. 😉
Hi, peeps! How´s it going? We´ve been “suicidal” for a couple of days on account of the heavy rain, but now we´ve pulled ourselves together, the sun is out and the weekend is here. Summer is gone though, no doubt about it. And even though I love fall, I prefer it in the mother country, where the temperature is usually 25 and the quinces start ripening.
Nothing to do about it, though. Norway is my adoptive country and I need to make the evenings cosy so I can stand the cold during the day. The other day I invited some interpreter colleagues over for some wine, gossip and a bite. We were two Romanians, a Russian and a Tamil. Plus my Vietnamese husband. It was a lovely evening, we shared frustrations and stories, we laughed until our stomach hurt and we ate a lot of goodies.
This one was my favourite- baked figs with brie, drizzled with honey afterwards. 10 minutes in the oven and voilà, you have something impressive to serve as an appetiser or dessert.