If it’s a holiday. We eat. So I prepared dinner again. Don’t ask me to explain anything other than that it’s: asparagus soup, entrecote, cabbage roll and swiss potatoes. For the rest, I’ll just spam pictures.
Asparagus come from my dad’s garden. One time he made asparagus himself, but it could not be eaten. He didn’t peel them well enough so they were rock hard and stringy. The thing with peeling asparagus is: you need to continue until you can easily push your nail in.
The eggs are from our own chickens. The yokes look totally different from normal eggs, they’re much more yellow. After you eat those, you’ll never want eggs from the store again.
I also have decided one other thing: Swiss people have too much time on their hands. I had to boil tators, let it cool, mash them, make a dough with flower and eggs including the mash, boil the little dumplings, put them into the oven with Gruyere cheese. (…) You people have too much time on your hands.
I was also not amused with my sauce. It was alright when I set it down onto the table and then one minute later the entire thing split! RRRRRRRRRRRR goddamn. I need to practise that one some more.
