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Anders informed me that at their work event yesterday evening they had a truffle-tasting. I've never eaten a truffle, to my knowledge, although I've read about them. Apparently, they cost 3000 kronor per kilo when they're in season. Urk. And the Tetra Pak employees in my husband's department were shoveling them down...I want to work for Tetra Pak where it seems the money is flowing. Anders' description of them was short and to the point. When asked what they looked like, he responded "sheepshit," and when asked how they tasted, I got the same response. Then he backpedaled and said no, not really, but they were awfully hard to describe.

Googling gives lots of hits on "the taste of truffles." A quick perusal netted me descriptions including exotic, sensuous, rich, intoxicating, creamy, velvety and faintly garlic. The look of them is compared on one page to shrunken brains. *ick*

My kids were angels yesterday. Surprisingly, I don't think they were replaced by pod people at some point during the night. I think that they really ARE that well-behaved in public. I took them with me to lunch in Lund to meet up with the other regional meeting singers, and they sat quietly at the table, waited with patience, ate their entire lunch of salmon and potatoes, didn't nag for ice cream, played happily by the fountain when we moved outside, and didn't fuss about going to the grocery store before heading home. After a couple of hours of hanging out at home, we headed to Susan's for Social Circle, where there was a large crowd of fun and interesting people to talk to, and where, again, my children behaved exceptionally well, playing outside, watching a children's program, eating the dinner provided with no fussing and not giving me any lip when I finally said it was time to head home at 9 p.m. despite the fact that it was as light out as if it were afternoon. On the way home, in the car, I thanked them for their good behavior all day :)

Only 3 more days to the longest day of the year. Last night, after turning out the light at midnight, I asked Anders if there was a full moon, but no, it was just not DARK yet. Right after we went to bed, we heard Martin get up, go to the bathroom and then head into the living room where he plopped himself in the big chair. Anders went out to see what was the matter, and it turned out that Martin thought it was MORNING. This, despite a dark shade in his room!

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Well-behaved pods are indeed a blessing. Both of your children look like they have great parents and are well-behaved.

As for the 24 hours of sun, did you know it took me till this year to figure out that the farther north you are here the longer the daylight hours? duh me.

:D I still haven't gotten all the way up north to see the midnight sun, but when the birds start here at 3 a.m., I'm kind of glad that it doesn't stay like this for very long :)

The puppy lessons really hit home, since I've been learning them myself here the last 3 weeks.

I knew you'd appreciate that list! :)

That's so cute that they were so well behaved and are in public :)

I've always wanted to try a truffle - lucky him!

I've had sweetbreads once, which were delicious, but truffles are too damned expensive and hard to get to bring home for experimenting.

hrm, funny, I think I always thought sweetbreads were similar to brains. I love brains :)

ew, stop it! please tell me you're not serious. :P

sweetbreads are thymus glands! I never would have eaten them if I'd known what they were, but they were just presented with no explanation, and man, they were SO good.

Although, I love gizzards, so I guess it shouldn't surprise me to like other organmeats. (that just sounds soooo naaasty! :D )

Nasty? It sounds offal! I love brains, dead set, adore them. Crumbed and fried is best. But then again, I love liver and kidneys and all things quirmish...

haha! good one! as for the rest of your confession: I knew there was something off about you :P

I have only had truffles once and they were a revelation to me. (I was a non-mushroom person at the time)

When the birds start singing at 3, close your eyes to give the effect of night and then you will know what Asheville sounds luke at midnight!

I LOVE mushrooms, actually, so I suspect I would probably like truffles, too. :)

I've had truffels only once in Paris. I was quite inderwhelmed, really. They are a funny texture.

Your kids are great. And isn't it good that they do know how to behave when they are out? (even if they are reserving their worst for your own private horror show at home). They were angels here for that weekend.

We were out at the harbour last night at 11.30pm and it was still light! I find myself not wanting to make dinner because it still feels like mid afternoon. I wonder if I'll ever get used to it?

Loved the puppies! Lambi is still a puppy at heart...

All dogs are puppies at heart, I think :) I know what you mean about not wanting to make dinner because it doesn't feel right.

I am with Martin - the light throws me off completely as well. I am moving to a pole where it is dark all the time. Then to the other pole for the other part of the year. That IS how it works, isn't it? (I need sleep)

Geekery is a very satisfying word.

Married to a Frenchman whose family is DEEP into gourmet eating, I have tasted truffles several times. At our wedding, my mother-in-law made pate with whole truffles. Usually, we only get slices. It is difficult to describe the taste because it is earthy, sort of like tasty dirt. It's a dark taste, like chocolate is a dark taste, only of course it isn't sweet. I think it's a bit obscene to have them out like malted milk balls to eat by the handfull.

Your experience with the good children is the same as mine. I do think children who have been well-brought-up do that. In public, they are what you expect of them, but at home, you get the spillover, leftover, not-okay parts of them. It's HOME, after all. Takes a while to understand (and some people never learn) that HOME doesn't mean My Worst Self.

It's true that kids should be able to relax at home and be themselves even if that means it's not always fun for us parents :) After all, it's where WE relax and let our hair down, too.

Forgot to say that the truffles Anders had were served several different ways, one was a kind of pate, too. They weren't just handed a plate full, at least :)

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