Birthday Time

I am the last guy out. In our family Tia starts in August, then Philip September, Ingunn a month later and finally in November it is my turn.

So I was celebrated yesterday, got cake and coffee in bed, presents as well.

Unfortunately Jenny has come up with or gone down with what we anticipate is swine flu so there is close to marshall law in the house.

It is highly contagious, but you really have to be within on meter or so to become contaminated. And all viruses are dead after 2 hours. So staying away and good hygiene are the key words here. She had a temperature of 105 yesterday, so that is pretty hot.

This coming Saturday we get our new "house". As you might know our furniture has been stored here is Oslo for two years, but the thing is they have no time to bring it out until Friday 20th, so we have to live there for a week without anything. we have to borrow a few mattresses, something to cook with, no TV (will we survive?), pretty much no nothing. My kitchen knives are in place, they are holy, as holy as they can get, they are knives, after all. Well, and internet. We know that is in place, so we will survive, keep in touch with the world, make an impact.

But Friday 20th will be cool.

Anyway, we have been taken very well care of here. Three and a half weeks we've been here when we leave. It has worked out very well. There is a saying that fish and guests stink after three days. It has not turned out that way. And we are very grateful.


That is just in time for some Thanks giving celebration. Turkey is OK, pumpkin pie never became a hit. It is acceptable, but not much more. Sorry. There are other ways of using the pumpkin, though. Much more preferable. Likable. Enjoyable.

Have to think out some celebration. Does it have to be turkey? Can it be duck? One of my favorites is Confit de Canard. It is simple canned food, but it is good. Good is good old European understatement. If you have not tried it; do. As with all canned food it is simple to prepare. Just heat it.

Christmas is coming up as well, I'll write more later about what the wild men up north eat for Christmas.