Bring on the Night

So besides giving me a reason to shamelessly promote myself, this entry is an ode to my wife’s cooking.

The self-promoting first:

Yes – today it’s my birthday and I have now reached level 36. Thank you for asking. I’m sure this brand new information will make room for an endless stream of well-wishings and teary-eyed sorry-I-forgots in the comment section.

At least there must be put some from the scary amount (about 99% these days) of visitors who show up here using keywords like this:

• *insert naughty keywords about a Chinese female actor showing some skin* (real keywords removed due to too many visits using that as search words)

Oddly enough, I’m not sure how people got here from that search in the first place, since I didn’t know who Tang Wei was before someone ended up here. Reminds that I’d better check out that movie one of the next days.

So my dirty little googlings: Have some decency and try to make up for your naughty searches by putting a “happy birthday” in the comments to yours truly – ok?

So, normally a birthday would grant you some presents, right? Well, not for me. I invited no one this evening (for good reasons – long story), and this morning C was too tired to get up and sing for me. Didn’t care giving me a present either (let’s look away from the fact that I told her not to, since I had to get up early and she didn’t. In short: Just let me play my martyr role, ok?).

At least she asked me what I wanted for dinner this evening. Since lasagne is out of the question (C despises it and can’t cook much western food either), it has to be Chinese. We just had jiaozi the other day, so I opted for the next best thing. I can say the name, but couldn’t spell it if my life depended on it. It is pronounced: “Joe Tze Hur De” in English. C makes these so well, that I always eat too many.

So what is a “Joe Tze Hur De”? Basically it’s a huge dumpling that’s fried on a pan. The inside is filled with eggs and “Joe Tzai” (still keeping it in pronounced English). “Joe Tzai’s” real name is ‘onion leaves’. You can’t buy this plant in a regular Danish supermarket, but have to go to our local Asian shop. They get new shipments of greens from Thailand twice a week. Better than nothing, right?

Anyway, I look forward to this evenings dinner (I can smell them now from the kitchen). Here’s a shot of the finished little suckers:

Looks yummy, right?

Tags: birthday, chinese, food, presents