Chef Zeta

Every week, before I do our meal planning, I browse the local grocery store ads to see what’s on sale, and usually plan accordingly.  This week, there was some inexpensive cod, and since it’s been a really long time since we’ve had fish, I decided to add it to the menu.  Only, I got distracted during the meal-planning phase (gee, I wonder what could have possibly distracted me…), and had only planned “cod” for dinner tonight.

But you see, lately, we’ve been watching a lot of Chopped and Cutthroat Kitchen and Good Eats (Thank you very much, Netflix.) so I decided to just have a peek in our cupboards and throw something together.  And though there was no timer ticking down or hosts breathing down my neck, I had to do it fast because Theo was hungry.  And tired.  And loud.

So I threw some couscous in a pan, chopped any vegetable I could get my hands on (tomato, zucchini, bell pepper, and onion), and tossed the cod onto the pan with some paprika, garlic powder, and salt and pepper.  I added some hot pickled peppers that I found on special in Netto this week, and I can honestly say it’s the best fish meal I ever made.  And I just made it up!  All of it!

I know that doesn’t make me a chef, or super special or anything, but I’ve been getting a lot more comfortable in the kitchen over the years, and I realized that more and more often, I’ve been making up my own recipes, and they’re super delicious!  I know it sounds really silly, but I just didn’t think that I was good enough to make up my own recipe.  But I totally can.

It’s just funny, because I could always cook.  But I also always thought to myself “anyone can cook, you just have to follow a recipe! So easy!”  But lately, I really feel like I’m learning even more, and branching out, and maybe cooking in a way that not everyone can cook.  And right now, during my super boring and slow and stressful job search, I need all the self-esteem I can get, and today it appeared as pan-seared cod!

Time Flies

This is getting ridiculous.

I just don’t know when I have the time to post anymore.  Let alone think of something to write about for a post.  Or remember to buy lemon juice because I KEEP FORGETTING TO.

But this will be a mighty quick update as I wait for cookies to cool before I spend some cozy time with Andreas because that is a top priority in this house.

The most significant change as of late is that Theo only takes one nap.  The transition is going pretty well, actually, and it’s really not as bad as I thought it would be, but it does mean less time to do the things that I can only do while Theo sleeps (certain chores, writing cover letters/job applications, writing on a blog, reading, knitting, breathing, etc.).  The days are just rushing by, and it’s almost November, which is crazy.

Andreas and I still have so much to do around the apartment, but the biggest two are: removing the enormous pile of cardboard to the recycling center (which isn’t easy because we don’t have a car), and putting up lamps (since it’s dark by 5 pm here now).  The lamp thing was supposed to be this weekend’s project, but as the delivery people 1. arrived 5 hours early, 2. can’t get into the building because the buzzer isn’t connected yet, and 3. apparently aren’t allowed to have phones so they can call us when they’re here, I don’t know when/if we’ll get the lamps that we ordered last week.  So for now, it’s one floor lamp in the living room, and candlelit dinners until we can get it figured out.

I’ll end this now so that we can squeeze in some date-night time together, along with some other little odds and ends of business before I go to bed early because for goodness’ sake, I’m so exhausted lately and don’t really know why.  My best guess is the extra hours of running around after Theo during the day, but who knows.  Hopefully more updates soon!

I'm far too cool for two naps a day...

I’m far too cool for two naps a day…

Day in the Life

The day started like any other–wake up to Theo making morning noises, morning nursing, diaper, clothes, and a bit of playing in Theo’s room.


Our Sunrise

We moved onto the first load of laundry, during which Theo did one of his very favorite things: getting in and out of laundry baskets.  Added bonus: I let him play with the diaper liners!


Too much excitement!

Next was oatmeal which was refused and replaced by toast before I remembered that my policy is to not make replacement foods for something he doesn’t want to eat.  Oops.

03-Breakfast 1 04-Breakfast 2

After breakfast was vacuuming time, which, now that we live in a bigger apartment takes a lot longer, but is easier (since I can vacuum more than one square foot of floor at once without having to move something off of it).


Vacuuming makes the little guy sleepy, so it was naptime next


During naptime, I kicked it into high gear productivity-wise.  First I cleaned the kitchen and tidied, mopped, organized some boxes in our bedroom to bring down to the storage unit, brought up Theo’s winter clothes to sort through, and even got to sit down for a pumpkin-cake and pomegranate snack before Theo was up again.  My favorite thing about going to get him is peeking at him through the keyhole first.  Cutie.

08-Wake up

He told me all about the birds he sees out his window


And then he helped me sort through the winter clothes.  By helping, I mean whining and being a try-it-on model.  Turns out, all the winter clothes are way too big (although techincally too small, size-wise)

"I can't put my arms down!"

“I can’t put my arms down!”

Then we went upstairs for a banana snack

11-Banana snack

Which was promptly sneezed out.  “Luckily” it all landed on my leg and Theo’s foot, and not on the freshly vacuumed and mopped floor!  I’ve never been happier to have banana clumps on my jeans.

12-Banana sneeze


I still hada lot of energy, so I decided to tackle something that’s been bugging me for a while.  The Cardboard Corner

13-Cardboard Corner

It’s been building up since we moved in, and contained (little to my knowledge): 3-week old food garbage, all the balled-up ads that we used to pack fragile kitchen things with, all the cardboard from every piece of IKEA furniture that we bought (which was a lot), lots of styrofoam, and plenty of plastic bags.  I started with flattening all of the packing-material ads, which Theo thought was fun at first, but he quickly grew bored and the whining started back up.


Apparently, he was completely starving, and whined all the way through my making him lunch.  I was basically losing my mind at this point…


But thankfully, after lunch he took a nap (after much coaxing) and I got a few more things done, including a couple more loads of laundry and some button-sewing-on.


I think I ended up with more single socks than I did pairs in this load…

He woke from his nap in a much better mood than he was when he went to sleep, so we had a quick yoghurt snack, and got back to work on the Cardboard Mountain.


19-Find Theo

Where’s Theo?

I thought that maybe I could finish up and surprise Andreas with the end result, but he came home too early!

20-Papa's Home

We finished up together, and did a few other little errands, which left no time for making dinner, but luckily we had lots of leftovers in the fridge!


Then it was time for bed (for the little one at least)

"Don't brush my teeth!  I'll do anything!"

“Don’t brush my teeth! I’ll do anything!”

Blowing goodnight kisses

Blowing goodnight kisses

And of course, goodnight high-fives

And of course, goodnight high-fives

Bedtime prayers and story (Harry Potter)

Bedtime prayers and story (Harry Potter)

After Theo went to sleep, , I tidied a bit around the upstairs, and admired my Cardboard Corner handiwork

27-Cardboard Corner 2

Then I made a late-night apple crisp (aaaand I just realized that I now refer to 8 pm as “late-night”), and we ended the night being cozy with a How I Met Your Mother mini-marathon.  Perfect!

26-Apple Crisp

CV, cover letter, resume, ansøgning?

Hello again!

I know it’s been a while, but I don’t think any of you expected any different when you heard I was moving, haha!  The past three weeks have been an incredible challenge, with rewards here and there, and some extra challenges-on-top-of-challenges along the way.  The good news is that we’re mostly pretty much moved in and settled!  While there are still several boxes unpacked, and lots of things that don’t really have a home yet, we’re getting there, and the worst is over.  I was going to wait until everything was done to do a small house tour and photos, but I realized that if I do that, no one will see the new place until next June, so I’ll be back soon with all of that!

But for today, you get to hear about my job search.

As I said, I was going to start my job search after we moved.  In my head, I was thinking of November sometime, but as a friend of mine heard of a an opening at her workplace, I got a kick in the butt, and got started on my first application just a few days after the move.

Here’s where it gets embarrassing.

See, I’ve never really applied for a “real” job before.  I did volunteer work, and worked as a catering server, a janitor, and a nanny.  These jobs mostly required a patched-together resume, and an application with personal and contact details.  As I was writing my CV for this job, Andreas kept asking me if I’d written my “ansøgning” (literally translated to “application”) to which I’d reply, “well, sure…” figuring that I’d fill in an application when I uploaded my CV.

Little did I know, an ansøgning is a cover letter, not an application.  Luckily, we caught our miscommunication early enough, but after struggling with my CV, I was quite dismayed over the fact that I’d now have to write a cover letter–something that seemed ten times harder!

It wasn’t exactly ten times harder (probably closer to three), but I finished in time, sent out my application, and was very pleased about the fact that I’d done it!  I’d applied for a job in Denmark!

I’ve written another one since, but today I decided to apply for my first Danish job.  In Danish.  I managed a translation of my CV, which wasn’t so bad, but now I’m supposed to be writing my cover letter, and…well…I’m writing this instead.

The biggest problem is not even the language–it’s that the format seems so foreign to me.  And then, well, there’s also the language.  I haven’t even gotten a single word down yet, and I’m already exhausted just thinking about the fact that I’m going to have to write a whole new one of these for each job I apply for.

It’s not even that I’m feeling discouraged, exactly, because I think I’m actually quite optimistic about my chances and all, but I do feel like a very small person looking up at a very large mountain, letting out a medium-sized sigh before I find my first toehold.

This is hard, guys.