Celestial help for our vehicles…

I must admit I've been lucky with my tires lately. Maybe Mother Cabrini did it.

How Miramis joined our family

My kid brother was born a special needs child. He started talking late, and he has never talked much. However, one day, he turned up at the dinner table. It was grandma's dinner table, and he wanted to show grandma what HE wanted. In his hand, he held the "Small Animal Raiser's Press", and he was holding it so we could see what was on the front page. "A raaabitt!" he said, beaming. We were all a bit surprised. Did he in fact know, that this was a real animal, alive and all? And Yours Truly was thinking: Heck, we eat rabbit once or twice a month! It is among our parents' favorite dishes!
Dad ordered a special wooden pen. I was surprised about his generosity. Yours Truly and the other siblings only got homemade stuff, ranking from a toy rifle to a tree house. However, the pen for the rabbit was a mail-order article, custom made and with the EU seal of approval.
The rabbit was mainly black but also had some white patches. My brother named him Miramis. A nice name for a rabbit. Dad introduced my brother to his new duties as a pet owner, which included gathering fresh herbs every day and cleaning out the pen every week. Mom or Yours Truly would also give him vegetable waste from the kitchen.
I still remember the first time we were supposed to eat rabbit after that. And for the main course…I wiped my wet hands on my kitchen apron…
Rice pudding! Full of ricey sweetness, served hot with sugar and cinnamon!

Japanese Noodle Soup

For years I have been an afficionado of Japanese Noodle Soup. It is a tasty snack that still leaves room in the tummy for a good dinner. They come in many flavors, most of which taste alike. I eat them all, except the chicken flavored kind. Admittedly, it only contains chicken powder and artificial chicken flavor, but I don't like the smell of cooked chicken. Maybe it's because my father is a part-time chicken farmer.
You can eat Japanese Noodle Soup twice a day, provided there is at least a 6 hour break between, to avoid an MSG poisening that makes you feel like eating you own mouth.
According to the wrapping, the noodles are to be boiled in a pint of water, for about 10 minutes. I did this once. They absorbed all the water, except a small amount that vaporized. The dish was not too hot, because I only use about two thirds of the flavor and throw the rest away — but it was insanely salty.
From now on, I put the noodles into a large cup, pour boiling water over them, as much as possible without the water flowing over, and still leaving room for stirring. I stirr until the whole noodle wad is unter water. I wate until they are soft. Then I eat them. The flavor is alright, but after the meal, there is still two inches of soup in the cup, together with some orphaned noodle ends that escape forks, spoons and chopsticks. And the soup is much too hot for consumption by inexperienced Caucasians like me.

Thinking about all that, Japanese Noodle Soup is not that cool at all. But nontheless, I keep buying them, several packs every times I go to the grocery store.

The world of Father Rolf Hermann Lingen

If you only know a little German, you will understand that this site contains more freakish stuff than you'll ever read in your lifetime. Enjoy:
DIE KLEINE WELT DES PATER LINGEN
Many times I asked myself if this site is actually a parody of the Catholic Church. Lingen already sued half of Germany for calling him Mr, so you betterr call him father.
Or just leave him alone.
Dla moich polskich kolegów:
Uważam, że ks. Rolf Hermann Lingen (jeżeli on jest księdzem) jest fantastycznym powodem aby nauczyć się niemieckiego. Krótkie urywki jego dziennika są nie tylko napełnione nienawiścią do obecnego kościoła katolickiego (po Drugim Soborze Watykańskim) ale również pełne cynicznego humoru.
O sobie mówi w liczbie mnogiej, czyli "do Nas dotarła wiadomość, że..."