Mia with an Easter bonnet!
The Easter vacation is here, no school for two weeks and the internet was turned off today. My children are often so far away on this new frontier and I miss them, reality (and mummy) is often a little too dull for them it seems these days. And so, strong authoritarian and drastic measures had to be made bright and early this beautiful morning, with cunning mummy sneaking down to the basement to pull a vital plug out, and hide the little bugger in a shoe with a triumphant cackle, until we returned later from our jolly day out.
We took a train into Copenhagen and the zoo. All the kids were cooperative, as I promised them alternating days on and off the internet during the vacation. What I didn’t reckon with was the extreme coldness today and the disgustingly high prices for entry into the frozen zoological gardens. We queued for a long time in the frigid but sunny weather and anticipated all the natural wonders that we would find within. As we approached the ticket office it appeared that the zoo sees an eleven year old to be grown-up enough to be a paying adult. I was poleaxed between my promise to my kids for a happy day out and the cynicism of the greedy zoo management. I begrudgingly paid for three adults and one child and threatened my one remaining child over any shenanigans about cuddly toys in the shop later!
Poorer and no wiser about greedy businessmen and why mummy is suddenly in a bad mood, we headed for the animals. Except that most of the animals thought “stuff it, it’s too cold’” and stayed in bed dreaming of lunchtime. The polar bears were out and looking smart in their new Dansk Design (Danish designed) architectural home though. Many of the (non-existent) animals have nice new homes, but they look like half-baked homage’s to beautifully finished human habitations and all lack the most important thing: space.
We did the rounds, ate our sandwiches on frozen bench and skedaddled in record time. Tomorrow we are all look forward to back to back blissful nerding time.
One good thing about today is that we all enjoyed each other’s company. When we came home dinner was the last thing I felt like making. But after lighting the fire and thawing out, I made this great garlicky and warming soup:
Sauté a large and roughly chopped onion in 3 tablespoons of olive oil in a large saucepan. Give it a few minutes to sweeten on a low heat, and then throw in 4 whole peeled garlic cloves. Let them sauté lightly, then add 1 liter of passata tomatoes, a small tin of tomato puree, 2 teaspoons of sea salt and 300 ml of home-made stock, or from a stock cube.
Put the lid on the saucepan and bring to the boil, then simmer for ten minutes. Check the seasoning and thickness of the soup and adjust with salt, pepper and water. Add 1 tablespoon of sugar and taste before adding the second tablespoonful if you like it sweeter.
At this point I poured half of the basic soup into a small saucepan and added heaps of freshly ground black pepper and most of the leaves off a ravaged basil plan. In the original pan I added 200 ml cream and reheated it.
The younger kids and conservative daddy Dane dined on the creamy soup and my suspicious year old boy was happy, as he thought it was crappy Heinz soup…dur! My gourmet 15 year and I were in foodie heaven with the basil soup, I lightly sizzled 2 finely chopped garlic cloves in a little olive oil at the last-minute, then drizzled it over the soup for one last greedy garlic loving touch.
It’s probably best that we stay in tomorrow, as we stink!