Food & Thoughts

This is a post that has been crazy long time underways. I think the pictures have been hiding here in my drafted posts for about two months, and I just haven't been able to get them posted. Why, I don't know. It's not like more well-mannered people didn't get their post up faster than I did, it's just. I think maybe I'm lost for words. So again, I give you photos+just a couple words. People, this place is nothing short of amazing. Æbleskiver filled with pulled pork, dusted with vinegar powder. A nice start to the afternoon. Yes, I'm talking about noma . The restaurant that is the 15th. best in the world and which is located in our tiny town. The restaurant that has a dogmatic approach to the food it makes, and that has a well-educated and completely lovable staff and kitchen. This is a restaurant that is just a thrill to be in. Which is probably why we stayed for six hours, even though it was just lunch! Beet raisins, horseradish snow and vinegary "sag...

Back when I was 12, I met a girl. We met in dance class. She was a blond, skinny, aristocratic looking girl, all arms and legs, like we all were at the time. She was one of the few dancers that could compete with me in tap-dancing. She became my friend. J and I have spent innumerable hours together. In the beginning, it was mostly during dance classes, but soon, we met up every morning, biking to school, having a chat on the latest boy/girl gossip. After school, we'd meet up again, going to dance classes, or hanging around at the sport complex, checking out the guys on the skateboard ramp. We shared stories of first kisses, and first break-ups. We laughed, we danced and we sang. We watched Clueless, and Dirty Dancing, and Pretty Woman a hundred thousand times. When the first guy I had a crush on failed to call me (and I'd been waiting by the phone all night long), J was the girl to hold me close and feed me leftover rice pudding. When I broke up with my first long-time boyfrien...

I love the wee little hours. The ones late, late in the night - some may call them early in the morning - where I feel like I might be the only one still awake. I like to putter around in my kitchen, maybe getting that bread dough ready, so I can bake fresh bread in the morning. Getting the dirty dishes over with. Checking the internet. Being. When I worked as a waitress, I had lots of those hours. Coming home from work late, usually after midnight, I would be hard pressed to go to straight to sleep. There was always a book to be read, an old newspaper to page though, or an episode of Seinfeld to watch. These days? The wee hours have become the ones in the morning. No, I don't get up early to knead bread - I get up early to go to work. You see, the reason for the the post-exam silence around here is this: I'm on leave from school. And I've gone and gotten myself a job where we start at around 6.30 am. Luckily, there is somehow also a certain something to those early, earl...

Whoa Nelly, have I been busy. There was an exam, actually two, both of which I've passed, wo-hoo! Then there's been taking leave from my studies, and a new job. There's also been a visit to an amazing restaurant, and strewn about the last couple of weeks at least a hundred birthdays and other reasons to celebrate. Like my best friend giving birth to a beautiful little girl. And well, of course I've been busy cradling flowers in my cupped hands, 'cause you know, someone has to do that every once in a while, and this time it was my turn. Next up, food. Really.

There was a couple tranquil days by Vesterhavet... I gave you post on post on post for 24 days, and then - nothing. I am just a tease, aren't I? I have been sucked into the vacuum that is preparing for yet another exam. Come the end of this month, when the exams are all over, I will have, oh joy of joys, time again. Especially seeing I have taken next semester off, to join a research project. Hopefully, there'll be time to do all of the things I would like to in the kitchen. Like get those 2007 foodie dares out of the way. And embark on the ones for 2008, which could include... Well, what? I'll tell you. Later. If you have suggestions for me, please leave them in the comments. Enjoy January!:)