Monday, April 15, 2013

Dublin at Night: A Taste of 2013

So.... *Cough* was everybody's new years?

And yes, I know it's the middle of April...

I had a very quiet new years evening, I was going to stay at home and be miserable (I was a bit down) but David asked me what I was up to and we decided to go and look at the fireworks. We made our way to St. Stephen's Green but as the road we were following had been cut off due to some concert which would be held later on in the evening, we had to make a big detour and wound up missing the fireworks. The evening turned into a photowalk instead.

This is a longer than usual post so get your scrolling finger ready!

This is the only "exciting" shot of the fireworks I was able to get.

Oh how Christmasy my feet looked. Fa la la la la....

Dublin looks pretty dolled up in lights, doesn't it? (She? He doesn't sound right though.)

Monday, March 25, 2013

Gingerbread Busines near Christmas Part 2

Baking gingerbread cookies with your family should be a jolly and festive activity to bring you closer as a family. I remember it kind of coming close to achieving something similar to this. I do also remember that it got boring very fast! You knead out the dough, cut out adorable figures and lick your lips while imagining your teeth sinking into the cookie as it's come out of the oven and turned delicious. Bunch the punched out and stringy dough together and start all over again. Repeat for an additional seven or so times and suddenly it's boring. You look at the amount of dough that is left (practically all of it) and wonder:

1. Exactly how long is this going to take?
2. When can I eat a gingerbread cooki?
3. Seriously, how much dough is there left?!
4. Can I make a salami shaped/sized gingerbread cookie? Will it cook evenly in the oven?

As it's been quite a few years since I've done any type of baking, I had of course forgotten all about this.

We set up in Pilvi's tiny kitchen and started cutting out figures with the tiny little cookie cutters I had brought over. Cookie cutters which I had bought in last year's post-Christmas sale as they were Christmas themed and small, thus of course making them adorable. I love Christmas, I love adorableness. The second I saw these, they had to be mine. It didn't make matters any worse that they were about 50 cents or so.

Cute, cute, cute!

Daniel actually did not stay seated and joined our festive baking. Pilvi and I got a little bit tired of making them (refer to above) so his helping out was much appreciated. 

At some point these little... enhanced gingerbread cookies appeared on the sheet of baking paper. Don't look at me, I was not responsible! I will point at Pilvi. Or possibly Daniel. Or possibly both. Or possibly only Pilvi. 


Whoa! Whoa! Stop looking at me. I didn't do this one either! Neither did I decorate it so crudely. I will again look at Pilvi.

[Picture of Pilvi waving above cookie around at crotch height removed on request by Pilvi. Boo!]

Ahem. Yes. Pilvi.

This is what the slightly less obscene cookies turned out. Some of them were unfortunately a little burned. Most of the cookies were put into this metal jar and shoved into my arms. Pilvi and Daniel were both going to Finland the following morning/evening/I don't remember, so I was told to enjoy them. 

I ate all of them over Chritmas. Verdict? YUMMMMMMMM!!!! 

Setting the Scene: Where are the Garbage Bags?

You might wonder what this picture is all about. A table covered with a black plastic garbage bag? What appears to be a punch bowl filled with some kind of beverage and fruit adventurously hanging off of the edges?

Like I told you before, Pilvi and I decided to be festive and make gingerbread cookies for Christmas. We were efficient little elves and made the dough ourselves. After the dough had settled overnight we decided to see what our cookies as well as our baking skills would amount to.

I went over to Pilvi and Daniel's place. They have a somewhat teeny tiny kitchen so we decided to set up on the table in the livingroom, thus the very classy looking garbage bag set up. We did however come to the conclusion that the kitchen would, small as it was, perhaps be more sufficient. The garbage bag turned out to be more of a impromptu splatter guard for any possible accidents, as we were having a few drinks while doing our baking.

Daniel chose to remain seated in front of the computer, which was conveniently located beside the kitchen, making it very easy for him to lean over and do some cute, playful quibbling with Pilvi.

I saw their fruit bowl in the kitchen and had to ask what one of the poor melons had had to endure. It had in fact not been the object of crazy, scientific tests, it had been made into a vodka melon. In case you're wondering how to make a vodka melon: Chop a "lid" off of the top of the melon. Carve a crater inside the melon. Fill with vodka. Secure lid with toothpicks. Check melon now and then. Eat melon when the vodka has completely disappeared into the melon.

And after.... It has mostly grown back out but I felt quite doll like with this haircut. At the time I thought it was just a tad too short but looking at this picture I'm not entirely sure.

I paparazzied their apartment...

Pilvi and I. I like the dress I was wearing. It had flowers on it! I got a bit cold so Pilvi lent me a pair of pink cotton pants. I looked slightly ridiculous. Ok... a lot!

I had asked Emmet to join us but he couldn't make it so it was just me, Pilvi and Daniel. We got a little bit tipsy and ran back and forth between the kitchen (amazing gingerbread cookies taking shape) and livingroom, as we were all taking turns DJ-ing songs from Youtube.

I know that these are all pictures of their apartment but I couldn't get the gingerbread cookie pictures and these blend together in a post so I decided to separate them. Curious about what those damn cookies wound up looking like? Cookies coming up next...