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Okay, so I’ve seen a lot of rainbows. Like anyone. Sometimes I have seen a whole one, from end to end, although not appearing to touch the ground. But that all changed today. On a day when the weather went from pouring with rain to bright sunshine then hurricane force wind, we saw a rainbow that touched the ground. Had it not been in a ploughed field, I might have got Mirinda to drive across to it in order to get the pot of gold.
While I’m on the subject, here’s a real pot of gold. The delight on Mirinda’s face as she chats to a baby chicken.
The day started off having fika with our new neighbour, Louise. She seems to share a lot of our weird lifestyle choices, like lo carbs and no breakfast. A very refreshing revelation. It’s always nice when you find a kindred spirit. It was a very long fika, with a lot of chat.
While fika was great, the highlight of the day was, clearly, getting to sample Jonas’ second roast turkey. And, can I say here and now, it was perfectly cooked and perfectly carved. Anyone who has eaten my Christmas turkey (or just about any Chez Gaz roasted meat) will confirm that my carving is quite haphazard. That’s putting it mildly.
There was a bit of distress expressed by the new chicks at the sight of a giant bird fresh from the oven, though they might have been a little more surprised at the white fluffy thing that was very keen on sniffing them.
But, back with the bigger bird, Jonas, excelled. He reassembled the carved turkey back into a bird shape. And the meat was perfectly succulent.
We were at WoopWoop for Easter Sunday roast; turkey with all the trimmings. Karl Fredrik and Josefine were still there, and we were joined by Tomas and Kitten. It was a somewhat raucous meal with discussions ranging from the aforementioned turkey to the state of democracy in the world today; from art history (Josefine is doing her Masters in it) to trying to work out the seven deadly sins.
And, seriously, why is Envy a sin? Why should it be wrong to like someone’s kitchen skills?
The girls were obviously there as well. Freya was a bit more alert, especially when the chicks were let loose and Emma was generous enough to sit on laps other than mine.
All in all, it was a wonderful evening spent in delightful company.
Hardly bizarre at all was when the baby chicken raced across the table and through the cheesecake.
