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3 dives today.

Especially the last dive was awesome. No pictures, though (I was thoroughly annoyed, because I couldn’t bring the camera yet), but there is SO much to see…
But sit tight. Pictures will come.
Today you’ll have to do with my breakfast and the map of the dive sites.

Breakfast of Kings

D800, ISO800, 1/125 sec @ f/2.8, Nikkor 50mm

Camiguin  dive sites

D800, ISO100, 1/125 sec @ f/2.8, Nikkor 50mm

Tomorrow… Tomorrow is the big day. I’ll have 2 dives where I can test the underwater stuff. Very excited, very curious! 🙂

Nothing important happened today…

(sorry peeps, can’t keep on posting pics of vacuum cleaners and irons)
(anyone wanting to know how this looks in sepia or black and white, just drop me a line *grins*)

Smiley face

D700, ISO800, 1/125 sec @ f/3, Tamron 90mm macro

The horror stories of the in-laws. I don’t get them. Mothers-in-law are supposed to be monsters, bitches, whatever? I guess I must’ve picked the short straw from the stack then. I have the best in-laws ever, and I love them. Like… not love them in the American way, but love them genuinely in the solid Finnish way. And my mother-in-law… she’s -together with my own mom- the best mom you could ever wish for. Now that the Better Half is gone, she calls me on a regular basis to see how I’m doing, if I’m still alive and taking care of myself well, and invites me over for dinner in the weekends. And feels guilty if we have to skip a weekend, because she can’t, and even when I can’t. Bless her!

Funny thing… Little background story needed here, so be patient with me.

I’m Dutch, and I tend to think that I have a good sense of humor. I like to pull a prank every now and again. My mom-in-law’s Finnish, and she also has a sense of humor, but it’s more Finnish (duh!). It’s totally different from mine, obviously, and that made it all the more fun *grins* And I don’t know if I’m such a comic, but I seem to keep a straight face in many situations, making it hard for people to see if I’m joking or not. My mom-in-law especially had -and still has- problems to figure out if I’m joking or not, which is still a lot of fun 🙂

So… For awhile already I’ve been suspecting that, whenever me and the Better Half are coming over for dinner, she’s purposefully preparing too much, so she can by the way ask me if I want to take some home for lunch or dinner the next day (bless her! 😀 ). And I always go like “ummmm… hmmmm… Okay!”
Once they were over for dinner at our place and we (or rather the Better Half, I’m not such a spectacular cook, no matter what She’s going to say in any comment about it! 😉 ) had made a bit too much. After cleaning up the table I turned to my mom-in-law -straight-faced, of course- and asked her “Do you want me to put this in a bowl for you for lunch tomorrow?
I don’t think deep down she ever thought I was completely serious, but the look on her face was just priceless, nonetheless. I simply couldn’t keep my straight face and broke out in a wide grin after which she understood I was pulling her leg. She chased me into the kitchen for it 😀 It still gets me grinning when I think about it.

Anyway… Yesterday I went for dinner and it was delicious as ever. And yesterday I got two small bowls with food home to eat for lunch today and it will be delicious. Bless her!
Forgive me for the not so nice presentation, but I couldn’t lay it out on a plate and everything. It tastes a lot better than it looks crammed in small plastic bowls and mom-in-law deserves all the credit. She’s a great cook (I know whom the Better Half got it from! 🙂 ).

Hyvää ruokahalua!

D700, ISO200, 0,7 sec @ f/13, Nikkor 50mm

Ever wondered how Jamie Oliver got so rich off his cooking? We found out first-hand last week in Cambridge.
Jamie Oliver has a “Jamie’s Italian” there. It’s a really nice place. We ate there also in September when I escorted the Better Half to Cambridge to settle down for the year. No table reservations, so you have to be in time or be prepared to have a drink at the bar while you wait for your turn to be seated. The bar is also very nice, as we experienced last Sunday. We actually took our starter in the bar/lounge and when we were up next in the queue continued with main course and desert in the restaurant.
The building’s a great one, but the interior setup of this particular Jamie’s Italian isn’t the most charming or cozy one, I think. The food is excellent, however, and absolutely recommended.

So after desert, we asked for the bill, which the Better Half generously offered to pay. So the host got his machine, stuck in the card, punched in the numbers, and all She had to do was confirm, add a gratuity (or not 😉 ), confirm again and enter the PIN code. Piece of cake.
The Better Half wanted to add some 10% gratuity to the bill, as standard, but mistyped. Conveniently, the payment was declined, to which the host dryly added:

Hmm, maybe it’s better it was declined. Either you or I made a typo in the amount

Jamie Oliver receipt

The host made a typo in the price of our menu.

So… For a 3-course menu with some drinks at Jamie’s… be prepared to pay a little over £ 5,000.00 (at the current conversion rate that’d be about € 5.800,-). 😀
No, really… Our host was a really cool guy (happened to be the same guy who served us the first time, although I guess he didn’t remember), and of course apologized. We thought the whole thing was really funny, too, and of course didn’t make a fuzz about it. When I told him this would most likely end up on my blog, he of course didn’t make a fuzz out of that either, and thought it a good joke.

So… that’s it for some light reading on Thursday 😉
Have a good one.

Who would’ve thought… Not me… I usually don’t do this. You can find me on the sofa with a bar of chocolate or a bag of M&Ms any day. But this?
This is something She would do. This is something the Better Half would do, with a glass of wine for example. See I don’t drink alcohol, but I’m typically not a huuge fan of cheese either (I know, I know, being from Holland, being a genuine “kaaskop” (cheese head), as Dutch people are referred to). Sure, I like cheese, and I eat it. But you don’t -at all- make me happy with blue cheese or any other stinky chunk. But there I was… Had a great night with the fellow photographers from the camera club and I come home and find myself… digging up crackers from the drawer… grabbing a slice of Camembert from the fridge… and… what’s that there? Poison green pesto cheese. OMFG!! If only I’d drink wine, there’s still a couple of bottles in the drawer.
Too bad, now I just have to eat an extra cracker or five. Two with Camembert, three with pesto cheese. Umm… no, then I’m out of balance. It has to be an even number. Eight then!

WHAT IS SHE DOING TO ME????

Cheese

D700, ISO200, 4 sec @ f/11, Nikkor 50mm

So… No pizza, eh?
What am I supposed to eat then, grass?
Let’s go have some fast food… chop… chop… chop… This might be even faster than yesterday’s pasta 😀

Fast food

D700, ISO800, 1/90 sec @ f/4, Nikkor 50mm

MOOO!

Et le dessert:

Fast food, le dessert

D700, ISO200, 1/4 sec @ f/8, Nikkor 50mm

That gives a whole new dimension to the term “fast food”, doesn’t it? It really doesn’t get much faster than this.
And remember: Bananas are for Monkeys! 😉

If you go in close enough, you can make everything look funny, weird, unrecognizable.
I’m a terrible cook. My Better Half would disagree, but really, I am. I guess I can make things. I can make most things if I have a book which spells it out for me like I’m a 4-year old. I’m an artist, but not with food. I have no clue what I can put together, and what not. I grew up learning to eat everything, and with my dad’s motto (who, by the way, learned how to bake the best cakes, breads and pies in his late sixties, so I’m not a completely lost cause) “there are no decorated curtains where it [the food] is going” I can and have put the weirdest things together and eaten it (patiently enduring wondering frowns from my Better Half). I’m all for easy. Pasta’s one of my favorites, especially with pesto. It takes about 8 minutes to boil the pasta, stir some pesto through, et voilà. All ready to eat. No fuzz, no trouble, quick and easy. Today I found a new pesto. Miles better than the one from the local store around the corner. And I had pasta with pesto. Yum.
For the pasta I went in really, really close.

Spaghetti on Day 5

D700, ISO200, 8 sec @ f8, Nikkor 50 mm + 12mm + 24mm + 36mm extension tubes