*Cough cough*
So. Yes. I have been shamed (shamed I tell you!) into giving my blog a bit of CPR and see if I can get this thing kicking again. I have to say I'm kind of amazed people took the time to get annoyed about my lack of writing - this goes hand in hand with my assumption that no one looks at my facebook profile either. Then again, a disproportionate number of the people shaming me don't have facebook profiles (hi Dad!).

Here's a picture of a hamster eating fancy pasta to say I'm sorry.I was definitely much more prolific last summer, but thank goodness I actually have useful tasks this go around around, so I spend less time surfing and obsessively refreshing my facebook.
I'll write more about my current life etc later, but for now let me introduce you to someone who has become very special to me.
Pioneer Woman.
Also known as Ree or PDub. More specifically, I've fallen in love with her
cooking page. Pioneer Woman lives out on a ranch somewhere and spends her time cooking and taking amazing pictures. She also takes amazing pictures of what she is cooking. My favourite thing about her recipes is that she posts pictures of the process at each step (beautiful, beautiful pictures) which makes not only for fabulous food porn but for a very comforting walkthrough of the recipe. Add the way she talks directly to you in a Peg-Bracken-but-happy-and-likes-cooking-way, and you've got hours of surfing pleasure.
I made her awesome
Olive Cheese Bread for a Murder Mystery dinner party I was invited to, and became the most popular person on the spot. Plus I may or may not have used the provision of the recipe to bribe my way into a few extra clues ;)
Do yourself a favour and make something of hers. You'll die fat and happy, I promise.
This weekend I'm headed up to Denmark (for the first time in ten months! How have I survived!) for my
Brother's Dimission, or Graduation. It's a very big deal in Denmark, which translates into around fancy outfits, a hundred people, a beach and an open bar. Sounds like my kind of scene?
You are so right.
Cheers,
Gitte