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Thursday, February 26, 2015

Like worms on a fish hook

I haven’t had time to blog. I have been learning Spanish and have been transfixed by a number of things including the amazing politics in this country. The battle for the Republican nomination for President is in full swing here and is absolutely fascinating. 

They all have excellent lines of patter but those damn journalists keep messing with their heads by asking them really hard questions such as:

 ‘Do you believe in evolution?’ and ‘do you believe in climate change?’ and the hardest one ‘do you believe that President Obama is a Christian?’

These trick questions tend to flummox them completely. They call them ‘gotcha’ questions because they find them so hard to answer.

The next year or so is going to be fabulous entertainment as these people wriggle around like worms on a fish hook trying to appeal to their antediluvian voters while also trying to not look completely stupid.

I am also keeping a close eye on the Australian Prime Minister Mr. Rabbit as he bumbles and stumbles his way towards oblivion while the good ship Turnbull sails on serenely.

If Mr. Rabbit was a horse they would shoot him.  

So I bought a Spanish course from Costco. It is much the same as Rosetta Stone but costs about a quarter as much. At the moment I am learning words and will soon launch  into the grammar. I can see already that it will be much easier than German – which I tend to speak on the oddest occasions.

I can tell you that there is no point asking a waiter in Indianapolis for ‘mineral vasser mit gaz, bitte’.

It seems that here they do not plow most of the streets when it snows. I guess they are worried about the plows disappearing into the pot holes and never being seen again. So driving is a bit tricky when it snows all the time like it has recently. I am just about to go outside and start shoveling – again.


Sissi still escapes from time to time – but makes sure she can be caught very quickly.

Friday, February 20, 2015

We would disappoint each other immensely

Most days I drive past a place called CrossFit Naptown.  I had no idea what this meant until Cate told me that Indianapolis used to be – and still is – called Naptown.  Now there are as many explanations for Naptown as there are for Hoosier – which is what people from Indiana are called.

Incidentally I found out that my great, great, great, great grandmother – who arrived on the second fleet in 1793 as a convict  -  was not a thief per se. She was a receiver of stolen goods – probably a rat turd given the nature of society at the time  – and instead of hanging her they sent her to Australia.

Almost certainly the rat turds belonged to the king’s swans and were not allowed to be poached by the serfs and churls who swarmed about the streets – which probably looked a bit like those in Indianapolis today.

But I think Naptown is quite cool and am not unhappy to be called a Naptowner – or a Napolite.

I am not sure when – and if – we become Hoosiers.

In Austria there was never any prospect that we would become locals. We were ‘Auslanders’ and would remain so had we lived there permanently and died in 50 years. When burying us they would say ‘nice people – but Auslanders’.

And bugger me dead but I found out tonite that there are still roller derbies in this and other towns.

You remember roller derbies? I used to watch these in the sixties. A number of people skate around a small track and attempt to assassinate each other. Every second lap someone is hit and somersaults into the crowd. They come back with a vengeance and cream the person responsible. It is almost as pointless as televised wrestling.

Anyway our girls are called the ‘Naptown Roller Girls’. I am not sure I can convince Cate that she should go and watch them roll but I will watch them assiduously.

When I was a teenager there was a roller girl who was at least six feet tall and blonde and so well put together that it took my breath away. I think she was called Elka.

I used to watch her every Saturday and dream about rolling along with her. She did not somersault into the crowds very often – she was more the somersaulter than the somersaultee. I loved her for this.

I will not try to find her now because she will be at least 80 years old and has – as we all have – been subjected to the forces of gravity and has been visited by the wrinkle fairy.  We would disappoint each other immensely.



Thursday, February 19, 2015

I don't know how they do it

Copenhagen
I have been using a lot of new recipes lately.  Last nite I made a multi-vegetable paella with onions, bell peppers, fennel and artichoke hearts. 

I only went slightly wrong in that I added a ½ teaspoon of cayenne pepper instead of ¼ teaspoon. This made it a bit hotter than it should have been but we ate it with yoghurt – which was a nice combination. In fact – being a bit hot and using yoghurt probably improved it.

Shrimps would go really well with this and I will do that next time.

I could not find calasparra rice – or any kind of paella rice – so had to use risotto rice – which turned out adequate but was not what I was trying to achieve. I have ordered some calasparra rice from (where else) Amazon.

In recent times I have made Mexican chicken soup, Moroccan spaghetti, roasted chicken with clementines and arak (I could not find arak so used absinthe) and roasted parsnips and sweet potatoes with caper vinaigrette.

I once had a chef working for me (don’t ask) who called vinaigrette ‘vinegarette’.
He also called cappuccino ‘cuppachino’.

And have realized recently that it was not just President Bush who could not pronounce nuclear. A whole bunch of people - including some who should know better - call it ‘nukular’.

I have also spent a lot of time shoveling snow. It has finally arrived and we have had a few inches over the last week. I shovel the path to the garage and the sidewalks so that the snow does lie on the ground -  freeze and become too treacherous.

It is well  below zero here at the moment and for today they forecast a wind chill temperature of -25°. It was 53° in the house this morning when we woke up and I have had every furnace and fire blasting away to try warm myself, the cats and the house up.

My task today is to use metal polish on the stainless steel kitchen table. This is the type of stuff you have to do when it is just too cold to go outside.


Although this morning the squirrels and cardinals were out eating the bird seed. I just don’t know how they do it. Maybe that’s why they shoot squirrels for the fur.