Pictures!

I decided I would post the picture of the rice, since the most exciting thing about Belgium is the food I make.





I also will give you a picture of the Town Hall in Leuven, since it's verrrrrrrry beautiful with all the lights right now. The picuture is blurry because of the camera settings, and I thought the pictures looked fine on my camera when I viewed them. ;)








I had a chance to make the rice since I just got back from a potluck at Zuzanna's place. She has a nice place. Besides that, though, I had a really fun time, and I just watched a musical I had never seen before, and it was really nice. It's called "White Christmas," and I laughed through almost the entire thing. Very nice story. We all commented throughout pretty much the whole thing, and it was like "Mystery Science Theatre 3000" only with a Christmas musical. We kept saying things like, "She's too skinny," and "You're just jealous," and "Mutual, I'm sure." Anyways, what a good film. I totally could have watched that a thousand times over. Well, maybe only a couple more before I couldn't take much more...it IS a musical...and you only have so much sanity. You have to be careful what you spend it on. We then commenced to have a dish-washing party in the kitchen, since pretty much everyone but the core group of us weho stayed to wash dishes from about 25. It was fun. I did most of the washing. =D The water at Zuzanna's place (which is a seminary-come-professor-residence-come-student-residence. There were a lot of statues and intricate floor rugs on REAL hardwood flooring.) was actually hot water when you turn the hot tap on, and I burned myself a couple of time at least when I thought I could turn on the hot water and get lukewarm for a couple seconds. So that was fun. And I was happy that everyone seemed to like the rice (aka. it was pretty much all eaten) since the last potluck I went to I brought perogies, and all the polish people were confused, and then I explained to them they were Ukrainian perogies, in which I was then told that I had brought Varenky, and not perogies. On top of that, THEY WERE THE WORST PEROGIES/VARENKY I HAD EVER MADE. I WAS SO ASHAMED. A-S-H-A-M-E-D. AND I KNOW EVERYONE ATE THEM BECAUSE THEY WERE TRYING TO BE NICE. Whew. Seriously. Anyways, everyone was saying how good I made perogies and I was like, "Stop it! Those were the worst perogies I had ever made! I am not normally that bad a cook!" (Generally, of course, I'm worst. But I don't want people to KNOW that. I also tend to rise to the challenge when I test food on people other than my family, especially if I'm cooking dinner for a bunch of friends. Of course, generally speaking, I also usually phone Elizabeth about twenty minutes before people are supposed to come over for a dinner party and start saying things like, "PLEASE SAVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEE." At that point, Elizabeth comes over with her I'm-going-to-turn-you're-Chernobyl-like-cooking-area-of-disaster-into-a-three-course-five-star-resteraunt-meal-all-while-you-run-around-like-a-chicken-with-your-head-cut-off-and-run-into-walls-and-things. Yeah. I don't know what I would do without her. Probably have a lot fewer dinner party guests, and a lot more people eating pizza at my place.) Anyways, I got a lot of jokes tonight from Monseratt and Zuzanna, who kept saying I'm one-third Mexican because I'm so loud, and Ukrainian because they know I'm SO not (I had to look up the word Varenky because I forgot it.) and it drives me crazy to be called any other nationality than those which I am (which is a very Canadian thing, really) and OBVIOUSLY I'm even more bothered if they call me Canadian. My roots are Scottish.