Informatives zur Benutzung meiner Rezepte und Urheberrecht ~ Information about how to use my recipes and copyright

Hallo ihr Lieben,

ich gehe immer davon aus, dass andere schon Kochen können, weswegen oft Informationen in meinen Rezepten fehlen. Ich denke dann, dass es klar sein sollte, dass eine Zwiebel zuerst geputzt wird, bevor ich sie koche.

Genauso ist es mit meinen veganen Rezepten: Die sind für mich auch grundsätzlich vegetarisch. Und grundsätzlich für JEDEN geeignet. Ich verzichte daher auf die immer wieder auftauchenden Hinweise in anderen Rezepten, dass „Butter“ vegan sein muss, oder dass das Joghurt, was ich verwende, Soja- oder Lupine ist, um ein Gericht vegan zu machen.

Nun – für mich steht Butter für den Oberbegriff an sich, denn man kann sie grundsätzlich super mit veganem Fettaufstrich ersetzen.

Milch, Joghurt und Sahne kann man ebenso grundsätzlich durch alle anderen veganen – oder eben nicht-veganen Lebensmittel ersetzen.

Brühe ist durch jegliche Art von Brühe zu ersetzen.

Ich nutze oft Kokosmilch – als Ersatz für Sahne.

Gerade diese Differenzierung und teilweise auch boshafte Herabwertung von uns „Bewusstessern“ durch die Namen, die wir unseren Lebensmitteln geben, stört mich ganz besonders. Redet man ganz normal von Butter, Milch und Frikadellen meint jeder Omnivore, dass man auf seinem Ernährungslevel ist und man schließt dadurch von vorn herein lästige Diskussionen und Verspottungen aus. Würde man zugeben, dass man Vegetarier oder gar Veganer ist, löst das wieder eine Flut von dummen Sprüchen aus.

Glaubt der Omnivore sogar, dass man mit ihm auf SEINEM Ernährungslevel steht, isst er anstandslos veganes Essen, solange man ihm nicht mitteilt, dass es vegan ist.

Suggestion ist also alles!

Deswegen: (Fast) alle Produkte, die ich in meinen Essen verwende, sind grundsätzlich austauschbar.

Zubereitung und Mengen:
Gemüse putze ich generell, d.h. Zwiebeln und Knobi werden geschält, Karotten geputzt und geschält, Zucchini enthauptet, Lauch von den Wurzeln befreit, das dunkelgrüne verschwindet, dann wird er in Hälften gewaschen; Pilze mit einer Bürste und einem feuchten Tuch abgerieben (NIEMALS waschen!!!), aus Paprika die Kerne entfernt und so weiter und so fort.

Da ich mehr Zufalls-Essen koche habe ich so gut wie keine Angaben, für wieviele Personen ein Essen reicht. Das mag auch daran liegen, dass ich jahrzehntelang absolut keinerlei Relation zu Mengen gehabt habe. Also nicht wundern, dass ich leider oft keine Portionen-/Personenangabe dabei stehen habe.

Meistens reicht aber die Menge für 3 – 4 Leute aus.

Wenn ihr Fragen habt, dann ruhig her damit – Anregungen natürlich auch. Kritik will ich keine hören 😉 und wem´s nicht schmeckt: Pech gehabt *kicher

Eure Davina :-*

Hiya folks,

At posting my recipes I´m always assuming that others can cook, too, so that´s why some information are always missing. You know, I assume that it is self-evident that an onion is peeled etc. before cooking.

The same goes for my vegan recipes: They are generally and without saying necessary vegetarian, too. And, they are generally suitable for EVERYONE. That´s one of the reasons why I don´t say one has to take vegan butter, or that the joghurt must be made of soy or so.

Well, to me Butter stands for the generic term for all sorts of that stuff, no matter if vegetarian or vegan. It´s easily replaced by what one needs for his diet.

Milk, joghurt and cream can generally be replaced by all vegan stuff, too – or vice versa.

Stock can be replaced by all other stock or broth varieties as well.

As an alternative to cream I often use coconut milk.

Exactly this kind of differentiation and the partly really mean vilification by us „aware-eaters“ through the names we give our beverages, really annoys me very much. Talking about butter, milk and patties in a normal manner, every omnivore thinks your are on his „diet level“ and this excludes annoying discussions or even offenses beforehand. Admitting you are vegetarian or vegan often causes an avalanche of stupid comments and stuff like that.

When an omnivore believes you are talking about „his“ food he mostly won´t notice he´s eating vegan as long as he´s not told.

So, suggestion is everything!

Therefore: (nearly) all products in my recipes can generally be replaced.

Preparation and amounts:

I generally clean veggies, i.e. onions and garlic are peeled, carrots cleaned and peeled, zucchini „beheaded“, leek freed from any roots, the dark green parts are thrown away, then it´s cut in half and very thoroughly washed; mushrooms are just cleaned with a brush and a damp cloth (NEVER washed), peppers are cleaned from their seeds and yada-yada-yada.

As I´m nearly always creating recipes by coincedence I barely have any information about how huge the portion size is. This might be also caused by the fact that I never learned what a proper portion size is.

Nevertheless, my recipes are mostly enough for 3 to 4 people.

So, should you have any questions, then bring them on – suggestions of course, too. Criticism is nothing one wants to hear 😉 and who doesn´t like the taste: Sorry, not my problem *chuckle

Yours Davina :-*

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Hello from outer space!

Wait, what?

Just kidding of course.

It has been a loooong time. Jeez, and I never thought I would write again on my blog.

I had just been reading a bit of my own stuff, travelling through time if you want. I can’t believe how long ago my last entry was, and I can’t believe what has happened since the last one.

Life has been a sheer and utter rollercoaster for me and I am at a point where everything is up side down and down side up.

After having had that nasty surprise with being scammed after I had just come to Scotland, many bad things have happened.

My first team lead from that first company I worked for, let’s call her Helge, was mentally not ok and bullied the whole team of 13 people, and especially me, until she was told she had to leave. Helge was the one who had offered me the job here. It’s because of Helge that I had a job here to begin with. And Helge’s best friend is Babette – the one who scammed me with the flat (earlier post). What made it even more difficult for me was that Helge announced to everyone that I am her best friend. Which I never was, I barely knew her. As the whole team hated her they equally hated me until I was able to turn that around. Not a good start.

After that was solved and Helge finally quit, I had a good working life for nearly a year. I was given three big awards, I was on a really good way. I was in special projects involved, I thrived and worked hard on myself as well.

Then Jennifer came. I gave her my trust. And she took it and ripped my whole job along with my private life apart. That was nearly one year after the Helge-issue was solved.

Jennifer was able to cry on command. She always played the victim. None of the colleagues could stand her. Unfortunately, I was the one she had chosen as her target. What happened was that she bullied me that heavily, that I was given a warning. Yes. I!!! got the warning.

There was this woman, let’s call her Lisa, who couldn’t stand me from MY first day in that company. I never had anything to do with her, however, she hated me. She was a team leader to another team. Unfortunately, after 1 1/2 years me being there, that company got restructured and she became my new team lead. Finally her chance had come to get rid of me! And Jennifer helped her.

Jennifer spread so many lies about me (not only about me, but I was her main target), that Lisa only too willingly believed her. I had hell on earth. Proper hell on earth.

All my colleagues had been on my side. We had group meetings, lining out that Jennifer was the issue. The meetings involved HR. But nothing ever happened, it got only worse.

I searched for a new job.

I found one in the Whisky industry and was in heaven – for three months.

Then we got a new team lead. A woman who bullied the whole team. A woman with no skills and no leadership qualities.

One after the other of my FOREIGN colleagues quit because of her. Until only I was left. Since I had started in that company I had seen 10 colleagues leave. Then I stopped counting.

Finally that team lead was told she has to leave. After 5 months torturing us. That was in January this year.

So she left. And I thought „Now everything will be fine“ – but of course, it wasn’t.

What actually had happened was that my boss and two of the colleagues were the actual bullies, and I only found out later that they had bullied that team lead so massively that she bullied us, because she didn’t know how to deal with the pressure.

And so, after she was gone, it was my turn. They bullied me so harshly that I got anxiety and physical problems, like horrible headaches and heartburns everyday, shoulder and neck pain, fatigue and insomnia. You know, the whole programme. On top of that, I had to do the work of two ever since I had started in that company because of being chronically understaffed. Btw, some of the earlier mentioned colleagues have been there for only two to three months.

One of their bullying strategies was to pretend they didn’t understand me, whilst all the other people around me have barely any difficulties understanding me.

Then Covid-19 came, and this triggered even worse things. The company showed it’s true face.

On the day of the lockdown in the UK, we were made to work. 12 people in a 36sqm office. NO social distancing whatsoever. We were made to work without a good reason, as everything could have been done from home.

In my case it was even worse. They had given me a laptop but no charger (apparently the charger was gone for good). I had gotten myself a cable from the desk where that laptop came from but only at home I figured it was wrong. So, I phoned my boss, that I would come in before 7 am, get the docking station and leave straight away so that I would not meet anyone.

I was there 5 mins before 7. My boss was there as well. She made me stay. Until 4.15 pm!!! And I did not have ANY coffee or ANY food the whole day! As I am vegetarian there was no food for me available, as that company is basically full with carnivores! And she did not let me go! On top of that, I am in a risk group! She. simply. did. not. care.

Further into the lockdown they furloughed nearly all personnel in the production hall. But they commanded us, the office people, to have to work in the production hall. I had to get my psychotherapist and HR involved to get out of that.

Excuse me??? It’s LOCKDOWN and that company has had no proper safety measures in place whatsoever and obviously I knew the people with whom I was working together, and personal hygiene is for sure a foreign word for them!

They are coughing and sneezing and burping around, without any protection whatsoever. Hand washing was something unknown to them, or simply cleaning up the counter top after having prepared their lunch was the most difficult thing to do for them!

The toilets in this company have been absolutely disgusting, the whole building inside was laid out with a sticky, dirty, disgusting carpet which was in there since the 90’s! An ex colleague had told me that this company only leased that building and has never done anything with it since the 90’s, so you can imagine my horrors.

So, where was I … ah, yes, they made us do THINGS. A very lovely ex colleague of mine went into the production hall several times, and he came back with shocking footage and stories.

Oh, btw, everyone who had worked in the hall had to do additional overtime to catch up with what had been neglected in their absence! But we furlough people in first place … … …

Additionally to that the company’s expectation is that it is your obligation to have to do UNPAID overtime!

The contract stated you have to do it when necessary or when asked for. However, the company deemed it to be necessary at all times but never asked for and silently pressured you into doing it. (I think nearly all of you know that kind of manipulation.)

Before the lockdown, I had accumulated over 250 hours overtime in 10 months! And still they said „You’re not doing overtime, why aren’t you getting the work done!?“. We were chronically understaffed. I was doing the job of two anyways and was doing it pretty f*** good under the circumstances. I had happy customers, happy sales reps and happy colleagues from other departments. Also, my clocking time clearly showed I was doing overtime plus I skipped all the lunch breaks plus I never took any breaks.

You can imagine what a toxic place this was.

I was getting really sick – mentally and physically – and the pressure during lockdown didn’t help as well. Even less staff, even more work.

Until I broke. Until I quit.

And it was the best decision I have ever made in my whole life.

I am self employed now. I was planning on this since January, but never thought I would do it this year. I needed more money, more time … etc. pp.

However, I jumped and now I am into my own business for just over a months and it’s doing really well.

What hasn’t done me any good was seeing how the UK dealt with the Covid-19 crisis, resp. is dealing with it.

Although being in Scotland has been my dream for nearly a decade before I moved here, and although I wanted to grow old here, I have made up my mind that I will not be staying here for too long.

I have plans. I will get my business going. I will earn enough money to fulfil my dream of my own home on wheels. And then I am gone.

I will travel with it, happily working remotely as that is what I am doing now, and will be working from some really nice places with great people.

And with time, I will forget all the pain from the last three and a half years.

Stay safe and take care – the virus is still going strong, it’s not over yet.

Your Davina

Hello, hiya and cheerio Ms Sophie!

Oh, look, she’s still alive *chuckle

And how alive I am!

I know, it was a long time since my last post, but as I am finding my way into my new life in Scotland, I find time is running away more and more. For quite some time now my days feel the shortest ever.

Well, I am still struggling with my work as it’s not really the job which makes me happy, but I earn money.

Which I then spend mostly in a garden centre.

And gardening is the thing which makes me most happy and which I enjoy the most. (Wow. So many „mosts!)

My tulips, snowdrops and other bulbs I planted in October are already showing and growing. The day before yesterday I had my very first harvest – some winter purslane – and although I thought the dreadful anything-else-than-mild Scottish winter killed off my spinach and salad plants (snow crushed the cloche which crushed the plants with snow on top), even those are happily growing on!

I have found my love for pines and conifers (unfortunately, as one can’t eat them) and I am terribly addicted to herbs.

Anyhow, one thing about the winter here: if anyone ever tells me again that Scottish winters are mild … I’ll punch him. I’ll really do! *lol

Here in my little beautiful town with the best bakery in Scotland and the most beautiful park, I had -10 to -11 degrees. Not only a day resp. a night or so, but for quite some time. And that in the central belt!

One week, we had around 40cm snow – from Tuesday to Friday – which caused me having to stay at home as I’d have never made it to work!

I went away from Germany, happy to never have such a winter again … well … … …. … …….!! 😀

Anyhow, I have to experiment with the garden, have too less contact to Scots and far too much to foreigners like myself, have a great neighbourhood and the most cutest village around me and the best landscape in the world.

I did the right thing, I’d say.

(Please imagine the biggest and widest smile-grin-laugh now, with sparkling eyes *rofl)

Yours Davina

Hot salt lemon noodles

I was home late today, because I -again- had to do some overtime.

So, why not have noodles with homemade pesto, with herbs from my garden?

I started preparing my salted lemon by cutting it in fine stripes and removed the kernels and grated some 50g parmesan.

There was just one wee problem: Within just two days my wonderful pesto had molded!

So, what the heck should I do with the prepared stuff?

I searched my fridge for some stuff, but only found some leftover sour cream and other things which I did not want to use with my lovely noodles.

Wait, soured cream?

!!!

I just had a great noodle dish, worthy a restaurant 😀

150g tagliatelle
50g parmesan, grated
Fresh chili to taste
1 salted lemon, finely sliced
Freshly cracked black pepper
2 tbs soured cream
Approx. 1 cup noodle cooking water

Cook the noodles, drain but throw back into the pot as quickly as you can. The more water is in the pot, the better.

Add all ingredients excluding the water and mix. Add as much water as needed until you have a nice little sauce.

If wished, sprinkle some parmesan over, and just enjoy!

Yours Davina 😀

Gas hob, apples and people

Elcho Castle

Well, I’m half a year now here in Scotland. Unbelievable, how fast time flew by!

I tried to befriend with my gas hob here, but to be honest it’s more a thing of „I need you, so I live with you – but there’s nothing else between us“.

It was said that a gas hob is easy to clean. I must disagree with that. It takes me far longer to clean that thing than it took me to clean my beloved ceran hob. Also, with the latter it was easy even cleaning during cooking, which is impossble to do so with an open flame and the frames on top of the gas hob.

Yes, I admit it might be just the hob itself. It’s the cheapest there is on the market so far, and as the other indesit ceran hob back in the first flat, it can just hot hot hot or cold. Nothing inbetween.

For example I cooked rice. Usually I let it bubble away softly until the water got soaked up and the rice is lovely soft yet still with a “ bite“. In this case, with this gas hob, it was cooking like mad although on the lowest position of the knob possible, and the result was a pot bottom with sticky, half burned and mashy rice on top. Nasty little hob.

The more I cook with that thing the more I miss my good old ceran hob back in Germany.

One day, I’ll be having a proper working hob again, I’m very, very certain of that. I do better not start talking about the gas oven …

Well, having talked about my hob I had the most lovely of an apple compote ever. Having been at castles with lovely gardens and great produce, I brought home the best fresh, juiciest and organic apples. Cooked without anything than just themselves it produced a great, sumptuous and most delicious apple sauce (despite cooking away like mad)(Nasty little gas hob).

What a luck I had been at the right place at the right time!

And best is, I don’t have to share 😀

As I am working in a huge office with lots of people I had no other choice than to see eating behaviours, and I quite suffer from that. What is done to food is just cruel. Additionally, there’re again those who say they can cook, love and enjoy food – but barely cook with fresh produce. And what they bring to work in microwave pots not seldom looks like the content of a cat food tin or even worse, what’s in the burgundy wheelie bin after a hot day.

The show My Kitchen Rules UK has begun here now and as I’m watching it I can’t stop getting angry over people. Mostly, there’re great cooks and real foodies on that show, who know about good stuff. But each week they seem to have this one couple, who think they are so great and who have sooo much knowledge about food, but what they serve can barely be called a meal. To top this, those people have many, many dislikes of food as well.
Sorry, but when I don’t like fish, fruits, sweet and sour or salt and sugar I should stay away from a competition, which is searching for newcomers in the restaurant scene!

This also reminds me of the people with whom I talk:

Wanna cook together?
Yeah, sure.
Do you have any dislikes?
Nah, I eat everything.
Oh, cool, how about a ramen soup with mushrooms and some seaweed?
*disgusted look*
Ok, what about some couscous with raisins and salted lemons and Ras el Hanout?
*getting green around the nose*
Well, what’s with pizza then?
Oh, yeah, that’s great!
Ah, shall we do one with smoked mozzarella, rocket and grilled aubergine?
*walks away, head shaking*

That’s what I mean. It wouldn’t be the soup which makes them walk away, it’s more the mushrooms and the seaweed. It’s the raisins in a salty dish and lemons which are salted which should be sweet … well, or sour.

And not to speak of some greens on a pizza!

Btw, that pizza is served in Largs at Nardini’s. Worth every! penny.

So, I listen. Keep my opinion to myself and just walk away as I just can’t bear foodstuff maltreated.

That’s it so far from me in Scotland.

Lots of hugs, Davina

Stay strong – keep going

Well, the days grow already shorter and time is only flying by. I can’t believe it’s already August, approaching the middle of it.

And I can hardly cope with everything what has happened. My mind just can’t grasp what’s happening and what has happened.

I was writing for weeks now, and deleted everything. And began anew. And deleted it again.

I’d have such a massive story to tell! The outcome so far couldn’t be any better, but the way to this point was just horrible.

The German one, from which I had rented the flat in a tower in the middle of the central belt with lots of nasty people and lots of police everyday, betrayed me of my money and room in the flat.

We had an agreement, on how much the rent is going to be and how the flat was to be used.

The flat was a two bedroom council flat. She said, I can choose to whether use one bedroom and pay „just“ £300 or use the second bedroom as well and pay £375. I’d chosen the one bedroom option – without having seen the flat (back on New Year’s eve).

Well, the one bedroom was that small that my 1.40m bed just fitted in, but there was absolutely no room left for a wardrobe or anything else like that.

The German, let’s call her Babette, said, it’s quiet there (sure, in a tower on the 13th floor!). She said, it’s warm. She said, she just needs £10 per week of electricity.

She said many things more, made promises and stuff. That was all on the one phone call we had, before I moved to Scotland.

And all was just a big lie. There were quite a few issues more which were just nasty, but if I would write them all down I’d have to delete it again … and start anew.

I should’ve listened to my guts that very day of that first call, back on New Year’s eve resp, Hogmanay as the Scots call it. Everything in me was screaming „NO!!!“, but I looked at it as a good chance. And I decided to trust someone again. After several years of not-trusting anyone.

Exactly after two month being in that flat and coping with that dirty, draughty and not at all well maintained and oh-so-quiet flat, I found out that Babette wasn’t paying the full rent to the council! It was a lucky coincidence I found that out. Also, I found out that the rent for the whole(!) flat is just £250!!! Remember? She made me pay £300 and wanted even more!

So, without being allowed to use the second, quite bigger bedroom, I was definitely overpaying AND she did not pay all the rent to the council!

I took my time to react, nearly two weeks, of thinking what to do – and calming down. I already had begun to search for something new.

You can imagine things got nasty, as people who are doing something wrong and being discovered, always go mad.

It was a terrible time.

At one day, I got very lucky and found the perfect spot for me, in a village which is one of the loveliest I know so far.

And here I am now. Moved into a little house with one bedroom exactly two weeks ago. It has a back garden which is bigger than the whole house and a front garden which is just slightly smaller than the whole house.

I was at Ikea shopping, and saved nearly €100 (really, in Germany I’d have to pay for exactly the same stuff nearly 100€ MORE). I was shopping plants and will be having a container garden, and what you see on the pic is just the beginning.

The bench came with the house, as well as a concrete garden shed which serves as a storage room at the moment, until all the bins are empty and I can throw broken stuff away.

The move to here I had to do „alone“, as thanks to that … … … Babette I had to move in the middle of the week and with very, very short notice.

I had to hire a moving company and had to do quite some work by myself, to keep the cost down.

But, I am here now. In my own, snug little house, with two entrances and gardens, lovely and quiet neighbours and the loveliest weather now for three days.

I only have 40 minutes to the sea now, it’s rural and quiet here, but with lots of amenities and I just have to go around the corner to see „mountains“, green meadows, sheep and cows and stunning views. And yesterday, coming back from the sea (I’m off at the moment for a lovely wee holiday) I was feeling like properly coming home when I saw the boarders of my little village.

I have the strange feeling, that this might finally be the start of my life here.

At least I hope it is.

Yours Davina

PS: I don’t have a computer at home, so it’s just writing on a mobile … and that’s awkward 😉 So sorry for the thing with the pic 😀

Gas hob and stuff

Hello all,

I’m still alive, writing on a longer article (as much has happened, and no good stuff) and hope to get it online quite soon.

On Wednesday I’ve moved to my own, new place in a lovely little village, and I have a front and back garden now!

Now, my cats and me can finally start our life here.

And until my new blog entry is finished: Can anyone give me some help how to cook with a gas hob? Now, for the first time in over 20 years, I have one at home 😀 – and must admit, it’s quite difficult to use 😀

Cheers, Davina

Hoisin mushrooms

I just came home with no idea what to cook and not really any hunger for mushrooms – but they were nearly the only thing in my fridge.

After having set up a pot with steaming carrots to make carrots and peas, I thought about what to add. And finally had the greatest idea in a long time.

It’s terribly simple, messy and yummy – and quick to prepare.

1 box mushrooms, about 250g
olive oil
corn starch
hoisin sauce

Click off the stems of the mushrooms and clean them with a damp cloth. Place in bowl, drizzle about 2 tablespoons hoisin sauce over and mix well, until covered.

Add two generous tablespoons corn starch and immediately mix through, until every mushroom is coated.

Heat up the oil, place the mushrooms in the pan and fry until crisp. Turn over and fry the other side until crisp. BE CAREFUL and use a protection lid against fat spils (have no clue how that’s called).(no kids, animals or clumsy hubbies should be allowed in the kitchen while frying)

And done are amazingly tasty, not boring at all mushrooms!

Enjoy!!!

Yours Davina

Here I am! Finally!

Here I am! Finally!

In Scotland.

And still, it´s so very, very unbelievable.

I´m in my 6th week now, and haven´t had any time to take a deep breath.

Wait, really?

NO!

I was out and about more than I ever was in Germany. I was climbing up the Devil´s Staircase and climbing down (well, yes, ok, walking down) Glen Coe.

I was shopping a lot, and would have never, ever expected, that I would find ANY outdoor clothes in my size. But again, I was given a big surprise.

Not only that I found lots of cool clothes for me, no – they have been a bargain altogether!

I love my life here. My kind of diet is far cheaper than it was in Germany. As I mostly live vegetarian, I always had to pay a fortune in Germany for that diet. Here … often, very often I laugh out in disbelief and astonishment about the prices.

You know, Alpro is really expensive in Germany. Here, most of the stuff doesn´t even cost the half!

And the range of stuff is quite extraordinary as well. Back in Germany I had about 4 or 5 items of Quorn for example. But here … they have it everywhere in stock and not only in the cooling section, also in the freezers!!!

It´s so amazing, and I just love it.

When I go shopping here I can buy as much as I bought in Germany but only pay half or sometimes a third of what I paid back “home”.

The weather has been gorgeous all the time, but I pretty much think it´s a definition thing. As long as it´s not raining it´s great 🙂

Oh, that´s not 100% true, but what´s true though is, that I really had about 3 or 4 days out of nearly 6 weeks which have been grey and wet. Other than that there´s lots of sunshine, lots of plushy-whitey-lovely clouds and since Sunday we have every day clear blue sky with nearly no clouds at all.

And believe me, that´s not just at the place I live, as half of the time I weren´t there. Had to explore the area.

Like Largs, for example.

OH MY GOSH, it´s so beautiful there!!! And I found a gorgeous, affordable Italian. And believe me, as an Italian food lover, I can honestly say I have never ever eaten that good!

Strange … have to go to Scotland first to find me a proper Italian restaurant 🙂

The food in restaurants here is quite good, the coffee bars are good as well and it´s just at one place that the food wasn´t that good. Well, not good at all. Spent the whole evening in company with my toilet bowl after having eaten there :-/

To be honest, I never ever understood people complaining about food in Scotland. I never really ate anything bad. And after having been here for 6 weeks and having eaten out a lot, I´m getting a little angry with those people.

It´d be really great if they would step back a bit, “reflect” their very own likes and dislikes and shut up (no, I´m not sorry for that) and would at least say “Ok, I admit, I didn´t like the food, because of my own dislikes.” Only wish, more people would do that.

On the other hand, when people telling such rubbish, less tourists come to Scotland and it´s more quiet here? *lololololololol*

Everyone who followed my blog for a while (thanks to all my followers :-* ) know that I love good food, so being in a restaurant is not something I take uncritically. Even more I was surprised of how good the food can be here.

Especially, of course, in my own little kitchen 😀

Ok, yes, I have to make a confession: I´m guilty. I´m guilty of laziness. I´m guilty of time shortage. I´m guilty of buying convenience food. And no, I don´t regret it at all *beam*

Especially as a single it´s so great living here! You go shopping, can buy small portions of food and don´t have to throw things away anymore.

Yes, it´s not good everything´s packed in plastic, that I admit.

But I can choose between throwing away beverages or plastic, and at the moment I rather throw away latter.

I could write on and on about the benefits, but I guess some of you ask yourselves “Hey, haven´t there been any bad things?”.

Oh yes. There have. Believe me, there have.

I came to here, that was all ok. Well, more or less. (but more because of the companion I took with me ….)

The move was very good. No incidents.

Being here finally was ok as well.

But, it took me ages to get a bank account, a letter that proved I´m actually living here, and some other bureaucratic stuff. But nevertheless, everything wasn´t that bad. What´s amazing is, that the Scots have been lovely all the time. There was never any bad word from them.

What really was nasty though, was that I scalded myself very, very badly. On April 6th my coffee filter meant to fall over (still don´t know why it thought it had to do that) and I got my left foot very, very badly scalded (scalding degree 2 resp. 2a).

I made my first contact with A&E (ER in the U.S.), and had to go there 4 times for putting on a new dressing. I was on paracetamol a long time, and was in pain for nearly 14 days.

At least, it took me just 14 days to get new skin, whereas the body itself takes 7 years to renew? Wasn´t there something like that? 😀

Oh yes, I didn´t lose my spirit at all.

The flat I´m living in is not what it was supposed to be. Again, it´s this thing about how someone experiences something.

The flat is “loud” – I can here my neighbours below fighting, singing and the kids playing. And that still at inhuman times, like half past twelve at night. Unfortunately, that´s not just a one time event.

The flat is dusty, as the windows aren´t tight and when the wind is blowing it presses itself through the dried out silicon seals. Also, and that´s most annoying, the flat is full with ventilation slots! What for? Then, there´s this terrible loud and defect fan in the bathroom. It´s working all day long, 24/7! Its swooshing and whooshing is just nerve-racking!

And it´s f*** cold in the bathroom! Taking a shower is awkward and I now tape some garden fleece over it, so that I can take at least a bit of a warm shower.

Oh yes, the shower! That´s a pretty nasty thing, too. There´s nearly no water pressure, as a German is used to, and washing the hair or actually taking a shower takes ages. The water pressure isn´t even enough to wash away hair sticking on the wet skin. Just saying …

See, there are some things which are annoying or not so good, but there´s nothing I couldn´t cope with.

And that´s enough now, I´m hungry and need to eat something 😀

Also, it´s very mean of some of my neighbours to have a BBQ without me *lol

It´s a lovely day, it´s warm and I have the windows open, and the smell of a good proper BBQ floats around the flat. I guess I have to close the windows …. that´s very, very unfair *lol

Yours Davina :-*

Still alive!

Hellouuu 😀

Ich lebe noch, schreibe gerade an einem langen, sehr langen Bericht, und habe ein sehr, sehr ausgefülltes Leben zur Zeit.

Was mir fehlt, ist ein vernünftiger PC, an dem ich all die grandiosen Bilder sichten, archivieren und bearbeiten kann, die ich in den letzten Wochen machen konnte.

Denn ich hatte bisher nicht wirklich viele schlecht Wetter Tage 😀

Bis bald ihr Lieben, gehabt euch wohl!

Eure Davina

Hellouuu 😀

I’m still alive, currently writing on a long, very long report and have a very, very busy life at the moment.

What I really miss is a proper computer, on which I could check on all the lovely pics I was able to take during the past weeks. I didn’t really have that many bad weather days. 😀

So, read you soon and take care!

Yours Davina

Today’s the day!

Heute geht’s los! Heute löse ich meine Wohnung auf und fahre mit zwei Freunden nach Schottland.

Wünscht mir Glück, keine Staus und gutes Gelingen!

Morgen um diese Uhrzeit habe ich dann hoffentlich nur noch wenige Kilometer vor mir und bin bald an der Wohnung.

And so it begins!!!

Eure Davina