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Sonntag, 5. Dezember 2010
bacalhau
hastenichtgesehen, 19:07h
I baked macaroons and snowflakes. Chocolate balls with nuts in the middle (Kakaukugeln) wait to be manufactured in my igloo soon. You don’t feel the cold of the hole while baking. Imagine, they´ve given me a rent increase of 13 Euro for that dark grot, the bastards.
After I´d baked macaroons and snowflakes, I pimped myself up, clothes, make up, jewellery and stumped through the dirty snow to diner at Rainer and Anne, where I met my handsome, lovely Hans. We were ten people in total, four couples, their 2 little boys and the fish.
Bacalhau was what they cooked for us, a portuguesian dish made of dried and salted codfish. I ate it once before and it was such a stinky, chewy, awful dish that time, but that one yesterday, which was cooked in milk I liked it a lot. Did I tell you yet that I´m not eating blood sausage? Doesn’t matter. Now you know.
We all drank plenty of excellent wine and spoke till late.
Very, very funny evening.
Drying frame for codfish
After I´d baked macaroons and snowflakes, I pimped myself up, clothes, make up, jewellery and stumped through the dirty snow to diner at Rainer and Anne, where I met my handsome, lovely Hans. We were ten people in total, four couples, their 2 little boys and the fish.
Bacalhau was what they cooked for us, a portuguesian dish made of dried and salted codfish. I ate it once before and it was such a stinky, chewy, awful dish that time, but that one yesterday, which was cooked in milk I liked it a lot. Did I tell you yet that I´m not eating blood sausage? Doesn’t matter. Now you know.
We all drank plenty of excellent wine and spoke till late.
Very, very funny evening.
Drying frame for codfish
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