Sunday, February 24, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
Since moving here in November 2006, I have not yet ventured into a Danish hair salon. Instead I have opted to get my hair done each time I have returned to the states. Eventually I must face my fears and today MAY be the day. The problem is that I'm incredibly bad at explaining what I want to the person responsible for making it happen. Now, to add to that, while the vast majority of Danes do indeed speak English, will they understand my wacky descriptions of what I want and don't want. Will a Dane understand the meaning of "it's too poofy here". (Note to EK - I could do the Texas 'do but if I do, we'll need to get out the pageant dress and talk world peace!)
Coupled with that fear, I have the overall fear of style. I've seen some Danish 'do's and I'm not so sure they're for me. It's the same issue I had in finding new glasses - Denmark has a thing about skinny rectangular frames and since I don't resemble the model wearing it on the poster in the store - they're not for me. But alas, it's pretty much ALL that's available. (An aside... Denmark is not big on variety - you either like what everyone else likes or you're out of luck).
Anyhooo... if I do manage to get up the courage to venture into town and face the scissors, I'll let you know what happens.
You see, I am still addicted to certain American television programs. I watch them via the web or I wait until they air here in Denmark but regardless, I still watch them. In a way, it's my connection to home, so to speak.
So if you're wondering why I have the little "What would Riggins do?" graphic over there ---->>
it's because NBC is threatening to cancel one of my absolute favorite shows. If you haven't seen it, you should. Friday Night Lights is, by far, the most entertaining, compelling show on air right now. It's different from all the rest, which is probably why it's something I look forward to. I have many other favorites but this one is something special. It's not a law firm, or a hospital, there aren't any crime scenes (most of the time) and there isn't a long, drawn out mystery in sight. It's just a show - and a very, very, good one at that.
NBC - if you're listening - please don't cancel my show!!
And now back to our regularly scheduled programming...
Thursday, February 14, 2008
This big one year old puppy!
On February 12th we celebrated Zoe's first birthday, and like every deserving sweet child, she had a little birthday party. I thought of inviting every one that I knew that had a dog, but perhaps we'll save that for another year. It may be too early in my Danish life to spring a doggy birthday party on my foreign friends!
The recipe with the honey that I mentioned in my previous post? Well, here it is - Doggy Birthday Cake! Peanut butter, shredded carrots, and honey. For the frosting, cream cheese with more shredded carrots and doggeroni candles!
I'm sure she had no idea that it was her birthday, as most one year old's don't, but as proper puppy parents, it must be celebrated! We chose not to go overboard on the birthday presents, mostly due to the limited doggy toy selection at the local Super Brugsen but also, because just 2 days prior, our sweet innocent Zoe chose to claim her own form of a birthday gift. That would be the day she stole an entire homemade pizza off the kitchen counter, without knocking the pan to the floor!
Ever see what a snake looks like after it eats a rat? Then you have a good idea of just what Zoe's fat belly looked like after consuming the entire pizza. When her parents finally realized that hmmm, she was much too quiet... there was nothing but a few crumbs and some tomato sauce stains on the kitchen floor. She, of course, thought we had just left her the best treat EVER and wish to thank us profusely for our generosity. So, call it a birthday gift!
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
But not this time! This time I did my usual wandering through the store looking to see if there is anything new, either an import from the homeland, or perhaps something Danish that I haven't yet had the guts to try. In my hand was my little shopping list for a recipe I would be making. Danish grocery stores don't use the same logic as US grocery stores when it comes to where things go in the store so I was left wandering the aisles looking for the honey. But, there in front of me, was the store manager and so I gathered up my courage and said to him, "Hvor er honning?". The eureka moment occurred when he actually understood me and took me to the honey :).
I then made my way to the cashier (okay, same guy) and said my usual - "på beløbet" - and off I went!
As I said, it wasn't alot, but hey, it's something!