Since the previous blog might have scared some of you off, I thought I should discuss a more mundane subject one this blog. So there it is, I will write about noodles. Rice noodles to be more specific. Cause don't you just hate the mess they make when you try to make yourself a simple soup? Before you know it, your kitchen looks like a giant mikado-fair which has just been hit by a hurricane. And what's with the whole portions-thing? As these 'separate' portions are impossible to disentangle, why do they bother?
Now, the reason I named this blog 'Oodles of noodles' is a dream I've had for a long time while writing my thesis. Whenever I felt a bit down, I imagined starting a little Asian restaurant and naming it 'Oodles of Noodles'. So, this name just happened to pop up in my head recently, and I thought I'd just give it a google. And whaddaya know, there are plenty of restaurants with that name. Darn. Oh well, I liked the idea mostly because of the name.
So featuring Lucas's language we've been having interesting pieces of conversations lately:
Lucas: "De warming is aan. Hij doet fww" (verwarming)
Ik: "En wat komt er dan door de verwarming?"
Lucas: (grote ogen) "VUUR!"
"Het ligt op de table."
Lucas: "Een ei!"
Ik: "Ja, en weet je hoe ze dat bij jou op school noemen?"
Lucas: "Nee."
Ik: "Een egg."
Lucas: "Neeeeeeee"
Lucas: "Zometeen komt de zon weer op, he?"
Ik: "Nee joh, het is nu nacht, jij gaat zo lekker slapen. De zon is ook aan het slapen."
Lucas: "Waar is het bedje van de zon?"
Ik: "Nou uhhh...de zon is helemaal boven geweest in de lucht, en toen ging hij helemaal naar beneden,
en nu slaapt hij in zijn bedje aan de horizon".
Lucas: "Twee zonnen he?"
