Dinner’s On Me
Went and got my glasses fixed today. Smooth sailing. Only took five minutes to replace the frame. Not the whole frame. Just that bar thing, on the left. The one that goes over the ear? You know the one. Yes, yes. And now it’s as good as new and my glasses stay fixed on my face. Just like they’re supposed to.
Other than that, nothing to report.
We, as in the family, might be going back to the City Hall café on Sunday. It’s my brother’s birthday, so we might go and get dinner there. I’d like that. I have been thinking about the “stegt flæsk med persillesovs”. It was so good! I can’t get it out of my head. I want more, more, more! So maybe on Sunday. It’s a bit too expensive there for me to just go and get dinner by myself. But with parents paying, that’s a price I can handle. And then next weekend it’s mama’s soup time. So there’ll be good eats.
If we do go the café again then I’m going to have to bring home the leftovers this time. I only ate half of the pork slices last time. My mum and dad even took one each and there were still plenty leftover. My dad offered to put the rest in a bag so I could bring them home. But I felt too self conscious about it. Even though the place was practically empty. But oh next time I will grab it all. I wonder if I could fill my pockets with sauce? But where to put the potatoes then…
Damn, I’m getting myself hungry now. Where’s the buffet at?
Oh, the goats ate it all. Darn.
January 17th, 2008 at 2:31
How nice that you’re going back to that restaurant. My Danish must be getting better. I thought it was a pork roast and potatoes of some kind that you ordered. *Pats self on back*
By all means, get a to-go box to take home the leftovers. Bring along a shopping bag (we have plastic ones when we go grocery shopping) to put the box in. Everyone will think you’ve gone grocery shopping and not pay a bit of attention to you on the bus.
We brought home some chicken, a little piece of bread and butter, and some of the chicken bones for Buddy, our parrot. He loves chicken and eats the meat leftover on the bones and then cracks the bones sometimes.
We also bring him home BBQ ribs and the rib bones when we eat at the BBQ place in town.
Oh, your video finally worked right off the bat tonight. I enjoy seeing how things look where you live. You are in a much more urban area than we are. We are more rural with lots of fields around. And of course, it is very flat where we live, so we can see for miles.
I wonder if someone will be going to that restaurant on March 15? Someone (I think) has a birthday on that day! I’m so happy you enjoyed yourself at the restaurant.
January 17th, 2008 at 7:25
Mmmm…who’s birthday is coming up??
I’d better check my Hello Kitty calendar that my niece gave me.
Speaking of cracking bones. I used to have an uncle who would eat my mother’s fried chicken and he’d snap the bones just to scare us kids.
So even now when I hear bones cracking, I get a shudder.
I shuddered when you described Buddy breaking the bones.
I hope you don’t break bones at the restaurant, Plume.
It’s the crack that could be heard clear across the world.
So if someone sees me, shudder for no apparent reason, I will say Buddy and Plume are cracking bones.
Puzzled looks and deafening silence will ensue.
You know: “Buddy and Plume are cracking bones” would make a perfect title for a short film.
Mmmm…
January 17th, 2008 at 23:04
Debster – Come to think of it, there are like 3-4 dishes that I call roast pork or pork roast. Pork is big in my family. Stegt flæsk is fried pork I guess. Is fried the same as roast? It’s good anyway. And yes, there has been talk of going there on March 15th. We’ll be regulars there soon!
Wow, a parrot that breaks bones. That sounds almost scary! But as long as it’s not human bones then I guess we’re safe. Say hello to Buddy from me. Does he say anything back? “Squawk, buddy wants a bone!”.
Denmark is the flattest country in the world. I think. But of course you can’t see very far when you start erecting buildings all over. Sometimes I imagine/fantasize/daydream about how Denmark was back in the olden ages. Imagine the spot I’m sitting in right now, how was it a thousand years ago? Ten thousand years ago? It’s kinda fascinating. I wish I had some sort of time machine. Yes, I’ll build a time machine. That’s the answer!
LuisLemmings – It’s meeeeee! Mine mine mine! I mean.. ahem. I think maybe it’s me. Possibly. No big deal.
MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!
Cough.
I never break bones, dontcha worry.
Actually when I was a kid I broke bones all the time. My legs and arms. I spent half my childhood in some kind of cast.
“Buddy and Plume are cracking bones”. That sounds like someone named their bones. Those are some cracking bones, Buddy and Plume are.
January 17th, 2008 at 23:35
We have pork steaks here that you can fry up in the skillet or sometimes my husband cuts them up and browns them in the skillet and puts them in the crock-pot (slow cooker) with cream of mushroom soup and lets them cook all day while we’re at work. Then you can serve it over cooked noodles or rice.
We’ll also marinate a pork loin roast and put it in foil and cook outside on the grill (in the summer) or put it in the oven to bake in the winter time.
Buddy (the bone cracker) is also the “laughing parrot” I told you about quite awhile back. He “kisses” and sometimes mutters to himself at night while we’re watching tv. He makes a loud shrieking noise that we don’t like and then he does a loud maniacal jungle bird squawking when we don’t get up in the morning soon enough for him. He wants breakfast and right now!
I broke my left arm when I was 5 years old at school in the playground. I had a cast on for 6-8 weeks. Another little girl had broken her collar-bone, so we looked like the “walking wounded” in our kintergarten class!
I’m sure it was “somebody’s” birthday on March 15th, but now I can’t remember who it was? Anyone remember? Must check my goat calendar and see if there’s anything written down.
January 19th, 2008 at 3:49
Debster – Dammit, now I’m getting hungry again! And unfortunately no stegt flæsk for me this time round. But maybe in March…
Buddy sounds like a fun character. Have I mentioned that Jannie is really into birds? She has.. ehm what’s that word.. a big cage with birds. Menagerie.. no that’s not it. Oh well, she has budgies and is quite taken with them. Bodil got some too but she was alergic and had to get rid of them again, poor lady.