I've been kinda crafty lately. Since we've gotten here (going on 6 months now), I've started lots of projects and finished basically none. So I decided to make something that is smaller; I don't want get sick of it before its finished. *New* Project #1 was knitted to completion, but now I need some large beads (I'm looking for either big, black oblong wood ones, or maybe some silver tubes) to finish it up.
I biked on over to a fabric and craft store by the mall to look for what I need, and wouldn't you know, it was closed. Not just not opened - closed down for good. I've been by this place almos weekly since we moved here, each time telling myself, yeah, I need to go there. Then when I finally do go there its closed. Since this sort of experience has happened to me before (here, only here) - I have to admit, I'm getting used to it.
After a little more riding around, I found another fabric store. Outside was a rack like this.
When we first got here, I saw these things outside home stores all the time and didn't know if it was fabric for curtains, wrapping paper.. But now that we've been to a few parties and picnics, I know what they are - tablecloths. You rip it to length of your table and pay by the meter. Its a very good idea, and no creases.
And here is the salad I made for this weekend's expat women's meeting. I pulled the recipe off the web, they called it Alaska Coleslaw. It sounded refreshing, and I knew that I could find the ingredients I needed to make it. Ingredients included - cabbage, green onion, yellow pepper (recipe said to use green), celery (my favorite), cranberries, and almonds. The dressing was just mayo, mustard, honey and S&P. One other person asked me for the recipe - also a Minnesota - must be our kind of thing.
And why not end with a big old ???? for the Danes. I stopped at the grocery store last Friday. It was windy as all get out. Right in front of my eyes, the plant rack outside rolled a bit, and then all the bushes on it toppled over in front of the entry door..
People were stepping on the bushes to get inside (there was no room to go around them). One woman was sliding them the tiniest bit with her feet to try to get her cart through. Others were trying to get in the out door.
I guess Danish people don't know how to bend over and pick things up?????
So I moved the wheeled rack over, then I started picking up the bushes, while saying - OUT LOUD - something like...I don't know what in the world is wrong with these damn Danish people, can no one simply bend over and move things out of the way!!!!!!!!!! Probably 10 people walked by me. One guy stopped and moved two bushes and said - there, that's better. I've asked people that have been living here for a while about this. They say that maybe its because people feel that everyone has there own job, and you don't do other people's job. I think that that makes sense to a point - but common courtesy (like letting another car into the que - also somewhat unheard of here, and that upsets the car behind you) should not be totally lost.
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