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Budget fail, and other things
OK, I give up. Clothes shopping is breaking the budget this year. I hit the stores again today. My feeble excuse is that my jeans have now gone from a casual look to a circus clown one, and my last "looks kind of OK, I guess" blazer might make a good overcoat in autumn. I'm going to put it into the budget as an emergency. Also: Jeans. Size 40. 40. I mean, 40. WTH?
Today was the Friday after a public holiday (Ascension/Father's Day), which many people use to take a day off. (So did I.) Accordingly, the city had planned some stuff, like extended shopping hours, markets, food stalls, this kind of things. But as it was cold (12°C) and drizzling (the sky always looked as if it would stop soon, but it never did), the town was not as busy as I had feared. On the square behind the New Town Church was a French (and Swiss and Belgian) food market, which sold cheeses, sausages, olives, wine, butter cookies, Belgian chocolates and freshly-made Alsacian "Flammkuchen" (imagine a thin pizza bottom, cover with creme fraiche or sour cream, put onions and lots of bacon on, bake in wood stove over flame). I spend a lot of time sampling everything and trying to remember bits of my French as most of the sellers did not speak much German. I don't speak much French, but I enjoyed hearing it.
The one thing I still did not get anywhere was coriander leaves. I've had enough, I'm going to make that potato-lentil curry that I've wanted to try out for four weeks now without them. Maybe use parsley instead? Or coriander seeds?
I also did not get or order K___'s book, because the book store had a computer breakdown and could not look up or order anything.
Today was the Friday after a public holiday (Ascension/Father's Day), which many people use to take a day off. (So did I.) Accordingly, the city had planned some stuff, like extended shopping hours, markets, food stalls, this kind of things. But as it was cold (12°C) and drizzling (the sky always looked as if it would stop soon, but it never did), the town was not as busy as I had feared. On the square behind the New Town Church was a French (and Swiss and Belgian) food market, which sold cheeses, sausages, olives, wine, butter cookies, Belgian chocolates and freshly-made Alsacian "Flammkuchen" (imagine a thin pizza bottom, cover with creme fraiche or sour cream, put onions and lots of bacon on, bake in wood stove over flame). I spend a lot of time sampling everything and trying to remember bits of my French as most of the sellers did not speak much German. I don't speak much French, but I enjoyed hearing it.
The one thing I still did not get anywhere was coriander leaves. I've had enough, I'm going to make that potato-lentil curry that I've wanted to try out for four weeks now without them. Maybe use parsley instead? Or coriander seeds?
I also did not get or order K___'s book, because the book store had a computer breakdown and could not look up or order anything.