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ullehaddock

Writer of sorts with a soft spot for Photo. Writes about life and what comes into my mind.
Gullbringa

Gullbringa

Last weekend offered a perfect winter weather for photography. -3°C and and almost no wind. The sun was shining from a clear blue sky. Even if I promised my wife not to climb any mountains I went over the hills. From there overseeing the ocean where I, in the clear sky, could see the Norwegian mountain tops. There was a thin layer of snow on the island cliffs making a perfect contrast to the blue ocean and sky. The high salt content and the currents keeps the water open even if has been cold for several weeks.

I came down on the other side of the hill in the small village Gullbringa. Typical for those small villages where the houses are squeezed between the rocks. Remains of quarrying, read more in a previous post, and fishing. Now taken over by summerhouses making it almost empty during winter. I made a slide show with music composed and performed by my son.

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Connect

Connect

A friend lured me to a dance, offered me an chance. To met his cousin sweet, could that be with my two left feet. After moving me around, in the loud, loud sound. Looking in your eyes so blue, I was thinking can this be true. Your smile so bright, blinded me like a light. Just then and there we connect, felt this is correct. We sat down to drink, what is going on we think. Walking home that night, everything felt so right.

You became my wife, in a house just our size. Through life’s ups and downs, the pro’s and the frowns. Never a hard word, from you I’ve heard. Our connection is strong, I’m right were I belong. You have my heart, and the occasionally fart. Forever I’ll be true, to your eyes so blue.

To my lovely wife who has put up with me for 23 years. Happy Valentines Day. Don’t forget to like, subscribe and comment. Ha de Gött!

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Master chef

Master chef

My wife love to watch Master Chef on TV. I don’t know why because she rarely enters the kitchen. When the kids were small and I had to go away on a business trip the begged me, with tears in their eyes, to make lunch boxes. At one time I had to stay away for two full weeks. My wife then tried to do some cooking. She only managed to set off the fire alarm. From that day my, then nine year old, decided to do the cooking. She is a bit like the Swedish chef in the Muppet Show, if you remember that show. I can’t really understand what she say, and the kitchen is a mess. I suspect it is all an act, she is so much smarter than me.

Photo by Ulle Haddock©

Back to the Master Chef show. It started already in 1990 on BBC in UK, but has then been sold to over 40 countries. They broadcast some of them on Swedish TV. Master Chef UK, Canada, Australia, USA and Sweden. I sometimes sit down with my wife to watch but I get really stressed. The panicking music and the shouting, should be read with an Aussie accent “fouve minutes to goahh”! Start plating!

One thing that strikes me is the difference in the interaction between the contestants in the different countries. In Sweden it is very polite and tuned down. The critique from the judges is presented wrapped in cotton. I love Australian version, and the accent. The are all friends and “good on you, mate”. Really supportive and crying when somebody has to leave. The judges are still very sharp in their feedback, without putting anyone down. I like the Australian version best.

In the UK version the judges can give their feedback in a more blunt way. The contestants are very polite but the competitiveness shines through even if they keeping up appearances. The US version is really competitive and sometimes you wish they took away the participants knifes. It is much more back talking among the contestants. Much more about winning than developing to be able to become a professional.

They make all this fancy tiny plate dishes with strange names. Presenting them to the judges while the music builds up to a crescendo before the feedback comes. Relief or frustration, then a cut in scene with someone says they don’t want to go home. But, they miss their family! After the last cook down three wannabe chefs stands in a row to get the verdict while the background music is frantic. Builds up, builds up, wait for it, wait for it! Commercial break!

Back in the kitchen I do Swedish meatballs with spaghetti, semi-finished! I will never catch-up!

What about you, are you a Master Chef? Don’t forget to like subscribe and comment. Ha de Gött!

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Scandinavian

Scandinavian

Are you finished, the waiter asked. He looked up with a surprised expression. No, I’m Swedish, he said. The waitress frowned and looked at him like he was a UFO. Turned on her heals, slapped the cloth, and walked away with a grunt. He looked at his dinner date with a face like a question mark. Why did she ask if I’m from Finland, he asked. His dinner date started to laugh. In fact she laugh so loud and intense that the whole restaurant stopped eating and stared at her.

Photo by Ulle Haddock©

Now people started to feel a bit uncomfortable and he just wanted to sink through the floor. Finally his native English speaking date calm down and could explain the misunderstanding. She signed to the waitress. Also she giggled when the language mistake was cleared and she could clean of the table. With a big smile she asked if they would like some Danish for desert.

Have you any fun story to share when you tried to overcome the language barrier? Please comment, like and subscribe. Ha de Gött!

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