With the snow chaos all over the news in the last days, I was dreaming of a white Christmas in this land of sausage and beer. Especially when we woke up one morning to a white blanket of fresh snow everywhere and feathery falling snow flakes. I was thrilled.
Are we finally going to have a white silent Christmas this year? What is Christmas without snow right!!!
But nope. Like in the past years, I was hoping against hope. The blanket of clean serene snow has since melted away as silently as it has arrived. The magic is broken.
On the bright side, we have a huge white fir tree this year. The fir does look magically imposing with the lights turned on.
The one thing left to complete the festive mood: Presents!!!
Happy Christmas!!
I have never been a big fan of coke. (Yes, the carbonate soft drink coca cola, not the other coke.) When given a choice, I'd rather have an ice tea, green tea, or water anytime. But when fancy does strike, I'll still get that occasional coke in the hope that the thirst would be quenched. Thing is, it doesn't work all the time, does it?
When serving me the coke, one must however observe my two big no-nos:
Do not serve the coke straight from the can. I totally hate that as the coke would be so gassy that most often than not, I couldn't finish a quarter of the can. And that is so wasteful, innit? So well, the only way out is to ask for a glass lor.
Do not serve the coke neat in a glass. Which is how they love to do it here in Germany and apparently the Germans including the man have no complaints about that. As for me, the coke is insufferably sweet without the ice. And I suspect the term ice cold coke somehow got lost in translation in this country.
One might argue that you can have more coke without the ice. Well really, who wants more coke when you could drown down a nicely chilled and not overly-sweet coke? So I say hell with more coke! Gimme a coke with plenty of ice anytime man! That's how I like my coke!
And so weeks ago, I was badly in need of a fix of caffeine high in my bloodstream. We were hooking up with the friends one evening at our favourite greek restuarant in a quiet litle nook. I jumped at the chance and got myself a coke with extra ice.
Several big gulps and thereafter with the cold caffeine cruising down my bloodstream, was I already tripping in my own happy high? By the time my fish came, I was into my second glass and beaming merrily at the friends and giggling silly at anything lame.
More than 3 years in Germany, what took me so long to ask for extra ice?
Or has the caffeine done its damages already?
