After the lectures, and after lunch, dinner and project work we got some spare time to train Karate on Okinawa. We also got a little aperitif of Ninjutsu... oh and some salsa.
When Sverre Braastad went from Potato Land to Grape Land, he brought with him a little piece of Norway. As an aperitif to our adventures in Sverre's footsteps, I made a fresh and stylish cocktail, just outside his family farm in Gjøvik, using locally grown blueberries and potato liquor - vodka.Makes 2 cocktails4 ounces (12 cl) plain vodka8 ounces (24 cl) cranberry juice1 ½ ounce (4 cl) lime juice2 tablespoons blueberries2 stems of red currant for garnishing (optional)IceFill a cocktail shaker 2/3 full with ice cubes. Combine vodka, cranberry juice, lime juice and blueberries. Shake until well chilled. Strain the mixture into large cocktail glasses. Garnish with a stem of red currant (if using), and serve right away.www.norway.infoProduced by Tellus Works. Recipes: http://www.scandcook.com
THEY DIDN'T SEE ME YET (a story by Andrea Battantier)I didn't want to leave without saying goodbyeI don't want to discuss much.I come in and you are looking to me without accepting that I can still love you.Can't you read inside of me? I am begging you for helpAnd the best thing you can say is: "OK 'ciao', but please go now 'cause I am waiting for some guests!"You lock up yourself in the middle of the room: "Come on, here it's your stuff !". A picture of my dog, the mobile phone and a few CDs.And here he comes...I should disappear quicklyOr...Plop on the floor and just die without saying anything.They are looking to my eyes without realizing that...I am still there, by now basically dead on the floorThey didn't catch me yet. They are just drinking an aperitif with their friends, actually they are stomping on me telling stories, it seems that everybody has some special kind of glasses built just to see meBut I am here, right here on the floor, almost dead, please have a look to me, Anja, I am at your place, almost dead, well I understand now, I am nothing to you.You turn my tears into stubborn spots of champagne, and you just bow down to dry me out while I am almost dead on the floor.NON MI HANNO ANCORA SCOPERTONon volevo partire senza salutartiNon voglio discutere. Entro e tu mi guardi, non ammettendo che io possa ancora amarti Non sai leggermi dentro? Ti sto chiedendo aiutoE tu mi dici: "ciao ciao, dai ora vai che ho degli amici!" Ti pianti al centro della stanza e mi dici: "Sono lì le tue cose!". La foto del cane, il cellulare, e quattro cd. Ecco che arriva lui...Dovrei sparire in fretta, Oppure...Cadere stecchito sul parquet e morirmene senza dir niente.Mi guardano negli occhi e non si sono accorti che... Io sono lì, ormai morto sul parquet.Non mi hanno scoperto. Prendono un aperitivo con gli amici, mi calpestano, si raccontano storie, sembrano tutti in possesso di speciali occhiali fatti apposta per non vedermi.Sono qui, sono sul parquet, sono morto sul parquet, guardami, Anja, in casa tua son morto, e nonostante tutto ti sono indifferente.Traduci le mie lacrime in ostinate macchie di champagne, e ti inchini ad asciugare me, morto sul parquet.(Al mio amore unico di sempre, che inizia per C e finisce per A)
