I got up at seven this morning, brushed my teeth and all that jazz, biked to school, and sat through four classes. And I'll have you know I didn't fall asleep a-once in any of those lectures - not even a single droopy nod of the head! (To be fair, I went through a quarter-pack of these Danish licorice mints I picked up at Føtex the other day which helped me concentrate, but that's beside the point.)
Anywho, right after my food systems class got out, I booked it back to the kollegium to drop off my stuff and head to the grocery store. I had signed up to prepare dinner for my hall's madklub, or food club, tonight. Dinner was supposed to be served at 7 pm sharp, which gave me just over two hours to get everything ready.
After getting a recipe for one of my favorite rice dishes from my mom and doing a quick scan online for some other easy recipes, I headed over to Føtex to gather all the ingredients I would need to make some good-'ol-fashioned burritos.
It's a simple enough task if you have some prior experience making burritos from near-scratch and are semi-literate in Danish. Unfortunately for me, these are two skills which I cannot - as of yet - make claim to with any sense of validity. I eventually checked out from the grocery store (trying to find tomato sauce in the canned vegetables section of a Danish grocery store is a waking nightmare), and hustled back to Egmont.
I figured I'd get the hardest part over with and dice the onions (if you thought the recent flooding in Copenhagen was bad, you should have seen my tear ducts), and luckily enough everything sort of fell into place after that.
Okay, okay... I may have been about fifteen minutes late serving the dinner, but seeing as this was the first time I've ever cooked a proper meal for more than one person all on my own, I think a little grace is deserved. Tortillas, rice and beans, spicy shredded chicken, guac, cheese, chips and salsa... I had pretty much everything covered burrito-wise. And it didn't taste half-bad either!
And although the six Danes who shared the meal with me didn't give my culinary experiment any lofty, ludicrous praise, they didn't make any obvious fuss about it either. I'm gonna take that as a good sign. So I can shop for myself, I can do my own laundry, I can get around the city with relative ease, and now I can cook too! Who woulda thunk it?
Alas, it's time for me to jump headfirst back into my studies. 'Til next time!
