Within a few weeks of being settled in our home in Norway, we invited my husband’s three “Tantes” (aunts) over for dinner. I was pleased they were our first dinner guests since they are all such fine old ladies.
I shipped over my beloved Cuisinart food processor so I could make some of my favorite things like Potato-Cheese soup. It needs to be pureed and I discovered too late that it was a waste to bring that machine. The electrical converters I brought to deal with the voltage differences between America and Europe only go up to 85 watts and that food processor sucks at least 110, so it blew a few fuses before I gave up trying to use it. I served the worst looking soup in my entire life as I tried to puree it with a hand mixer but the carrots just wouldn’t mush up like the potatoes. I apologized for its appearance, but it still tasted good so I was off the hook for presentation.
Then I made a Lemon-Blueberry bread for dessert that is to die for, but I wasn’t used to the difference in Celsius versus Fahrenheit ovens and I cooked it too hot so that the top burned and the innards were raw. I was quite frustrated with the whole mess but I served it anyway because I had no other options since all the stores are closed on Sundays. Fortunately, I had some Vanilla Sauce. The Tantes all smothered their bread with the sauce and then raved about how good the dessert was. Like I said, they are fine old ladies.