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Thanks, Yelp!
Yelp has really made it easy to share your reviews on your blog or with your friends. Given that we regularly have guests in town or are asked by coming visitors, what we can recommend, this is a nifty tool.
Talking to other european aliens, the weight gain after moving to the States is often mentioned. Weter or not it’s true and the fault of the country and it’s food, I’ll leave up to the individual, but I’ve been noting the extra kilos as well.
And then I took this test on the BBC’s site, and now know that I’m most like people in Ethiopia. Ahm. That’s right: Ethiopia.
1st world problems? Oh yeah.
Ebleskivers? You mean, æbleskiver?
Okay, so the Americans like our Æbleskiver. It strikes me as a little …odd, for some reason, but ok. Fair enough, they do taste delicious if homemade.
Wait… You want to eat them now? In the summer?
…okay… But you’ll eat soooo many during December that you might want to save some appetite for then, yeah?
What?! You’ve made them “stuffed with fig jam and prosciutto”?
WTF?!
“Here in the States, we take more liberties with the poor ebelskiver than serving it out of season,” notes the Washington Post’s Tim Carman. Nice spin, Mr. Reporter.
“We like to treat the lightly sweetened batter as a canvas for our God-given right to free-form kitchen experimentation. The ebelskiver becomes a vessel for chocolate chips, jams, jellies, cheeses, corn, smoked salmon, scallions, pears and too many other ingredients to enumerate here. The ebelskiver is Zelig: It can assume the personality of a jelly doughnut, scallion pancake, strawberry shortcake, deli sandwich, poppy-seed muffin, polenta cake, even peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich.”
So God has given you the right to turn Æbleskiver in to a “vessel” for all kinds of food? Right. Can we agree to call the original ones for “Ebleskivers” and the God-given American versions for “Pieces of Dough with Things In Them”? Just so I know what I’m sinking my teeth into.
Signs Of Integration Part I: The Doggy Bag
“Would you like me to wrap that up for you?” asked the nice waiter, and I said: “yes, thank you”, for the first time ever.
Food experiment no.2
The unsuccessful tasting of Pop Tarts hasn’t deterred us in our attempts to eat our way through American pop-culture-classics. Mac’N’Cheese was next up. Admittedly we’ve cheated a bit, since we got the organic version from Whole Foods…
Tasted quite well actually. But I’m not the best judge in this since I like pasta with butter, salt and pepper. Add some (pulverized) cheese and you’ve got Macaroni and Cheese. Voila.
Our toaster has a “Pop Tart”-setting, which to Simon, was a brilliant excuse to try the phenomenon. After an excursion to the nearest CSV Pharmacy, we awaited the right moment (coming home late at night), to taste this American snack that our toaster endorses.
Well. Even when very hungry, it’s not very tasty. At all. The sugar coating tasts like sugar, but the rest… it tastes like the assembly line it was born on.
For the Danes: det ligner en hindbærsnitte, men ak.
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