Today the last bulb in our bathroom died and we were plunged into darkness.
I had a delightful candle-lit morning shower. Tranquil, with just a hint of romance. :) By mid-afternoon, the romance of needing to light a candle before using the bathroom had worn off, and I decided to venture out into the snow to the supermarket.
While I was there, I got all over-excited about my new plan of having smoothies for breakfast. I was surprised to find 1kg of frozen strawberries for 22 kronor (£1.70). My diet will be including berries a lot more from now on.
I wanted to make a tofu and strawberry and orange juice smoothie. I'd read about this somewhere and I thought, ooh imagine if I started the day like that every day. I'd be Super-Eithne. Unfortunately there's only one type of tofu at Malmbörgs - and I wasn't prepared to walk any further, because it was too goddamn cold. I ended up with gritty bitties of tofu in my smoothie. Yeuch.
Fesse joined in on the act, making a tasty sorbet with frozen strawberries, coconut milk and vanilla. After a bit more experimenting, we came up with my favourite.
The smoothie to die for:
-About a cup of frozen strawberries
-half cup each of apple and orange juice
-one clementine (like mandarins, but a little sweeter)
-half an apple
-little bit of honey
Whiz it all together. Yum. :)
I was having flashbacks to Ed's Juice Bar. Oh my. What I wouldn't give for one of their potato-top lentil pies and a smoothie right now. If they've closed since I was last in Wellie, nobody tell me, or I'll probably die of disappointment. Does any kind-hearted soul out there have a good recipe for potato-top lentil pie, preferably just like Eds?
The other part of my new healthy eating plan is getting my sister to send me Meals without Meat. She offered previously, but I thought that I was tough enough to live without it. As it turns out, I'm not.
Note for non-New Zealanders: Meals without Meat = the cult NZ vegetarian cookbook. I'm not paid by Alison, but I swear it will make your life better in every way.
There's a thick layer of snow everywhere. It's very pretty, but it kills any ideas I have about leaving the house. All my plans about eating healthy and exercising just die when I look out and see an inch of snow on my balcony. There's nothing for it but to stay at home and eat fried things.
Okay I hate to admit it, but that sad day finally has come. My last pair of stripey socks have come to a holey end.
Once upon a time, I boasted the finest selection of long stripey socks the world had ever seen. They were mostly given to me as gifts, and I loved them all dearly. Sadly, moving too much has taken its toll on that wonderland of stripey goodness. The socks have disappeared, maybe one at a time in random washing machines in shared laundries, perhaps left behind in slack last-minute packing efforts, and sometimes (gasp) stolen by my loved ones. Who would have thought such treachery was possible?
I have been replacing them with all black socks, on the premise that all my socks will match. So now I have a drawerful of socks that don't match, but in a much more subtly annoying way.
In other news today, I'm reading my first novel in Swedish. It's a simplified version of a Henning Mankell detective story. "The best Swedish export since flatpack furniture" according to the Guardian. I'm not sure I agree , but I'm enjoying it.
It's the first time for me to experience that reading-for-fun feeling in another language. Do you know the one I mean? Where just for a minute there's another world in your head? A feeling that wasn't there before? It's the strangest feeling to imagine that might be possible for me in Swedish.
To be honest, I had put myself in a box labelled 'not so good with language-learning'. Some people are, y'know, like that person over there who can speak five different languages. Or my dad, who can translate from Latin. But not me.
I didn't realise what I lacked was perserverance. Unfortunately, this applies to my whole life. I've never really been interested in anything if I couldn't become good at it in six months or less.
The other day, one of my teachers gently explained to me that vocabulary acquisition actually takes time. Just time. There is a certain amount that you can force it (okay okay, I admit that I spend most of my day at school with my dictionary in my hand), but the rest of it will only come with usage. Humph.
I'm inspired to actually read a real book (although it might take me months). I've also been meaning to read Pippi Longstocking in Swedish. Pippi Longstocking was my hero when I was little. Not least because she was strong enough to lift her horse over her head. Now Astrid Lindgren is my hero instead. Not only was she writing strong, independent female role models for the kiddies of Sweden, she was also an animal rights activist, *and* she wrote a book about a child sticking a pea up her nose. Goddamn, I hope I grow up to be that cool some day. ;)
PS. Just in case you're thinking, doesn't she know how to spell ' stripy'? I like this way better.