I am finally going to have goose for Christmas dinner! All those times I watched Scrooge and no goose.
Am in the mountains today eating real schnitzel and salad with the famous and delicious pumpkin oil dressing. It just makes me so happy to taste it again. A bit heavy to carry around. Too bad.
The city is decorated with so many overhead street lights, plazas are full of crafts sellers and mulled wine stalls. Lots..
My goose is not cooked. The glass oven door exploded in the night. No goose. No pumpkin pie, I am glad, as it was proving difficult to find ingredients.
I am at the senior home where my friend Trudys mother is. It is the Christmas dinner for families. I am overcome with emotion. So fortunate these folks are to have their mothers or other family. It does not seem to matter how long mothers are gone, the loss never goes away. I'm glad I have these emotions.
The garbage trucks rotate like a cement truck, with pictures of what can be taken.
City streets and plazas are lit up, each one different. Many mulled wine stands roasting chestnuts, crafts and special foods. Like ginger spiced green pumpkin seeds. Yumm. I have done a bit too much of yumm. My big feather coat is a bit snug.
It's a chatski culture. New Year has : pigs, horseshoes, chimney sweeps, red dotted mushrooms, clover. All little representations to give away.
The smoking is intense. The packs of cigarettes that had the nasty photos on them were not liked, so, they made covers for the pack to hide them. And, get contraband ones from other countries. Some Cafes have smoking rooms, full of smoke and all other eating places smoke at table.
The call to prayer has nothing on the church bells, there are many churches, they ring a long time and ring often. I havent figured out the timing.
Best of all: the green pumpkin oil. Absolutely delicious.
