All is set and done, all necessary things (and some not so necessary ones) are in reach, the holidays can come now.
I will be away from keyboard for some days, will return on Saturday.
I wish You all, venerated readers, a good time, happy holidays, love peace and understanding.
The pre-Christmassy Sunday Music is provided by Mr Charlie BYRD (Ger., Eng.), the title simply called Jequibau, the new Brazilian rhythm.
I hope you like the music – let’s breeze through the coming days.
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The snow came over night. It hadn’t snowed yet around midnight when I was riding in an ambulance with my neighbour. He had phoned because he was in payne and his muscles had cramped. So we pressed the panic-button, waited for saied taxi and went to the university’s clinic. It was a short stay and after an hour we were shuttled back home. It was cold outside and wet, but not yet freezing or snowing. When I looked out of the window in the late morning I saw what is depicted. The forecast says it will stay this way, with a little sun on Sunday afternoon, then snow and freeze through the whole week, up to 18° C minus. With a little luck New Year’s morning will be sunny, cold and dry.
Merry Christmas to all !
It was a relaxed evening spent in good company. We prepared goose, or better some parts of it, not a whole bird, a traditional seasonal food. I helped, a good friend was in command, he knows what to do with birds and fish in the kitchen. To my amazement he started with the juice or sauce, and in the pan went sugar, concentrated tomato, red wine (we used a healthy Regent (Ger., Eng.), a strong willed wine), and a whole bunch of nice things including orange peel and dates; and to the end one or two large spoons of goose fat, after the whole content of the pot had went through a colander or strainer.
The bird’s parts themselves went into the oven and were left sizzeling, Rotkraut and Klöße are the easiest part.
We spent the evening drinking wine and talking about “Gott und die Welt”, listening to some Beethoven, later a bit of Mozart and Clapton. When I went into my rooms I carried a glass of red, spilled a bit, so my kitchen looked like a crime scene this morning, I had to do the dishes anyway.
The day is grey and rainy, windy too, but its nothing compared to the heavy storms in the UK and France, or the ice storm over Canada – I only hope my revered readers have still a roof over their heads.
That’s how it looked here yesterday:
I did not put up the usual Sunday Music, I felt not up to it. But today the outlook is better, we all feel better. So here comes a lively bourée (Ger., Eng.) by Michael PRAETORIUS (1571-1621) (Ger., Eng.), from his collection of dances Terpsichore (1612), named after the muse of dance. He may be still known for his harmonization of Es ist ein Ros’ entsprungen (Ger., Eng., video).
I hope you like it. And that you can spend the coming days in good company, doing what you like, and enjoy the time zwischen den Jahren (Ger.); take care of your dreams in these nights.
63 mago 