Straight Up Awful (…Awfully Good)

Sunday Nov 13th –
 

Mike was my driver and actually my translator once again.
He wondered how he did but really, unless he was silent more than half the time I would have no idea if he did badly, I don’t understand German, hence needing the translation Michiel๐Ÿ˜
But I think he did well ๐Ÿ˜‰

As we were dismissed from church, my stomach was growling immensely, causing my mind to wander to more lunch like things ๐Ÿ˜ฌ

I thought of the spicy, potato like pastry Mike and I had on our honeymoon, of the gravy filled, sausage and pie like dish eaten in Switzerland, of the beef patties eaten years ago in Jamaica.
It was alllll coming back to me in those few moments.
The foods I longed for but would probably never eat again…

But then we went out for Greek food for lunch and I forgot about it ๐Ÿ™ˆ


Lunch was delicious, as usual there at Greek restaurant by the train station ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿป๐Ÿด

 

We went over to Judith’s after eating, sitting by the warm fire and enjoying hot chocolate with whipped cream ๐Ÿ”ฅโ˜•๏ธ

Eventually that comfort had to be left and we all headed over to Erwin and Sarah’s for Erwin’s birthday.
Elaine and I took advantage of the one hour drive – nap time ๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿป
Once there it was a mixture of chatter, sitting, eating and drinking etc.
We actually got to eat Greek again over there and though very tasty both times, twice was probably enough for one day ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜‹
It gets dark out by 6:00 pm now ๐Ÿ˜’
It’s dreadful and makes the whole evening seem like a prolonged wait for bedtime ๐Ÿ˜œ
We may need to get a lamp or two to have on besides our main lights… I abhor being in a dark house ๐Ÿ™„

 

 
 

Monday Nov 14th –




 
T’was one heck of lazy day ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜œ

Mike wasn’t feeling the most grand and he’d had a bad sleep so he actually ended up staying in bed until noon.

Leaving me to enjoy a nice quiet morning of reading, drawing and blogging.

He crawled out of bed long enough to enjoy a ready made pizza with me.


To which I had added more cheese, pineapple and bacon, I’m a big fan of easy upgrades to already easy things ๐Ÿ˜œ

He then went back to the bedroom to work from the comfort of blankets and pillows, which I would do too if I was working from the house half ill ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿป

I’d got the nieces wrist measurements the night before so I figured it was time to begin the bracelets I had planned for them ๐Ÿ˜Š


(  See previous post ๐Ÿ˜Š Personalized Children’s Bracelets  )

Which ended up taking a lot of the afternoon but I find it an enjoyable pass-time.

Eventually supper time came around and Mike was up for eating, surprise surprise ๐Ÿ˜

Chicken and rice Sarah had sent back with us made up our meal ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿป

And salami made up our later snack ๐Ÿ˜

Now, this isn’t regular salami.
It’s some kind of speciality one that Mike grew up loving and getting on rare, special occasions.
When I first seen it I was so weirded out because it felt rock hard, and looked just a bit nasty.
Mike cut it open and I was expecting a soft meat and instead it was a hard, greasy one.
I wasn’t going to try it (I’m not a big salami fan under normal circumstances) but Mike convinced me to test a piece, and I’m glad he did ๐Ÿ˜
It was not what I expected!
The best way to describe biting into it, was like I was biting into soft, solidified grease ๐Ÿ™ˆ
I know that sounds nasty, and trust me, I’ve never felt so guilty eating something and feeling like it’s just straight up AWFUL for you.
But if you like beef jerky, hot rods (which oddly I don’t really like actually) from the gas station, you’d like this salami since it’s the same texture/grease consistency.

Anyways, Mike was disappointed he’d made me try it cause now he had to share it with me ๐Ÿ˜‹

I completed my drawing for the day later in the evening ๐Ÿ˜Š๐ŸŽ™๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿƒ

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