Leaving Luneburg
Monday, December 22nd, 2008On December 17th, I had my final room check, but I planned to leave on the 18th. Fortunately, I was able to stay in my room after it, but they took my key, so I couldn’t leave. After going crazy from bored in my room, Theresa was able to come over after her final and make some pumpkin pie. Thank god! It had been so long since I’ve had pumpkin pie, and no one should go through this season without pumpkin pie. Thankfully, my mother was kind enough to send me a care package with pumpkin pie filling, as they don’t have any here. I asked a professor of mine where to get a pumpkin pie, and he looked at me confused. He had never heard of it. Germans! They don’t know what they’re missing. I started to get nervous when we didn’t have all the ingredients though. No brown sugar or ginger? No problem, we don’t need them. The recipe is wrong. The recipe was in American measurements? No problem, we’ll just guesstimate. No pie pans? No problem, let’s just use these glass bowls. Don’t know what temperature to use? Ummm, 200 degrees Celsius sounds good. I was so nervous. I finally got a chance to have pumpkin pie, and I could already see the disaster that was about to happen.
We ended up making two small pies with the amount of mix we had, which was perfect. One for her and one for me. Plus if we screwed up on one, we had another to try to correct. They ended up both being amazing! I don’t see the point to ever use measurements or recipes again. Just use what your best guess is, and it turns out great. She also turned me on to real whipped cream. I always end up with generic, out of the can kind, but real whipped cream was phenomenal. It only took up 20 minutes because he couldn’t find a beater, so we did it by hand. Either way, still worth the trouble. We also ended up finally cracking open my bottle of champagne that I got in Reims, as a celebration for my graduation and her being done with the semester. It was fun. I ended up hitting 2 walls and my wardrobe with the cork. You could really do some serious damage with that. Ended up not spilling a drop though, so that was nice. I was impressed with myself.
After some drinking and talking about plans, since we were done with school, I ended up deciding to abandon my Croatia and Slovenia trips and to tag along with her to Venice and Florence before heading back north and over to Spain and Portugal before meeting her again in Paris for New Year’s. Well, that is the plan anyways. It’s changed about 50 times in the last 2 weeks, so we’ll see. Paris is definitely a go though. No way I’m missing out on that.
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