I have concluded all my tasks for today quite a while ago like I spent all my money on food shopping and buying newspapers and so on.
And my cooking plans are finalized. I am probably 100% crazy. We are talking about me to cook just and only for myself (1 person!). But the quantities probably would feed a very big family…I am always buying far too much.
Here is my plan for the next three days:
1. Today – be lazy after having been shopping and taking things out of the freezer, and also picking up my meat grinder for grinding the ingredients for my liver dumplings
- a) go to our Sunday market early to buy some fresh milk from the Muslim peasants of the villages near Bansko (the only ones that still have cows) and some apples (my ex-woman wants to keep those that grew on our trees in the garden for herself)
- b) Start roasting a duck carcass that I took out of the freezer today, with carrot, celery, leek, onion, pepper, salt and so on and then boil it for half of the day in a big pot to produce “duck stock” that I will use for the sauce of my stuffed duck on Tuesday…
- c) have a little breakfast back home (with a lot of freshly squeezed orange juice)
- d) make the beef stock for my Bavarian liver dumpling soup on Monday evening. Crazy me! I bought about 2.3kg of beef bones and 1.5kg of beef to produce the soup( and 1.5 kg of liver!). What I can guarantee is that the soup will have a phantastic aroma (for European tastes). The taste will be like the “essence” of beef. Some of the meat I will cut into the soup, the bones and some other meat will go to the dogs that I have to look after)
- e) slice white bread rolls so that they can dry and I can use them for my liver dumpling mixture on Monday
- f) drive up to the mountains to find a small but nice Christmas tree in a remote area without people, that I can cut and steal very quickly to take back home :))
- g) drive to my old house and “borrow” some Christmas decoration (my “ex” will have gone to the capital by then to spend Christmas with her parents)
- h) boil and peel chestnuts to use as part of the duck stuffing for Tuesday (I hate peeling chestnuts!).
- i) get drunk on hot milk with whiskey and get healthy
- a) early breakfast with my personal blend of South American coffees (as usual: two parts Costa Rica, two parts Columbia, one part Nicaragua, all Arabica of course), a slice of wheat/rye- bread with German ham and one with Bulgarian honey, and 1/2l of freshly squeezed orange juice. If in the mood maybe even scrambled eggs with truffle oil, bacon and such ghastly stuff.
- b) putting up the Christmas tree on my balcony (no room in the sitting room) and decorating it.
- c) listening to Bavarian Christmas carols while making my liver dumplings (contents: calf liver, onion, parsley, marjoram, salt, pepper, nutmeg, lemon peel, bread crumbs, garlic, bone marrow…)
- d) …then, when I am drunk enough, to light the (real) candles on the Christmas tree, play Bavarian mountain Christmas carols at high volume, sing along (to make sure everyone in the neighbourhood will flee the area and me to have my piece). Then to call my daughter and her mother and my sister to wish all of them eternal life. Pretend to open all my Christmas presents (somehow they have not arrived yet – and, in fact, I neither need nor want any) – eat my world-best liver dumpling soup – and then relax on the comfortable sofa with all its cushions, thinking of all the people in my life that have been close to me and that have died in the meantime (and there are quite a few of them) – carrying on with the drinking.
That’s the plan. It may not work (as it usually is the case with plans, especially in Bulgaria).
But it will keep me busy for the next few days.
And I wish all of you a Merry Christmas. A Christmas that is in the tradition of your childhood. A Christmas that takes you back in time to when you were a child – or, if you are older, to when you were a young parent and tried to instil the Christmas spirit on your children.
Christmas is all about people and their relations amongst each others. Kind of like a window that shows you what life could (and should) be all about. Unachievable for most of us. But a worthy goal.
Merry Christmas, my friends.
“Za mnogo godini” as we say in Bulgaria