Yesterday EPI and I made a decision to buy a freezer. We’ve been talking about it for years – EPI has been all gung-ho while YT has been somewhat less enthusiastic … where would we put it, and besides, things get stuck in the freezer and then they’re just … stuck there. For years. At the bottom. Atrophying.
But, you know, we’re in a depression and people keep saying you have to economize, buy whole lambs and make slátur and go to Bónus and buy frozen filets of haddock with the skin still on … just like in the dark ages when people didn’t have gourmet fishmarkets and preserved food for the whole winter except, well, they didn’t have freezers back then. So I said to EPI, all right, I can be flexible when the situation warrants, let’s do it [even though all my money is still frozen in a fund and my work situation is in the deep freeze, but that’s another story].
So we go online to check out freezers, and what do we see? SOLD OUT stickers plastered across most of the freezers that used to be on offer. Dang!
Clearly we’re not the only people in Iceland with brilliant ideas. [Who knew?]
So, nothing to do but go out and buy groceries. We’d planned to have one last dinner like the dinners we used to have before the depression – all Indian Tikka Masala curry made with chicken breasts [expensive here in Niceland] and organic coconut and Nan bread with garlic butter. And – most importantly – fresh coriander for our YT. It’s my favourite herb. I love coriander. When I die, I want my coffin to be decked with coriander [fresh]. Whereas EPI can’t even stand the smell of it, much less the taste. It’s the only thing we absolutely do not agree on. He wants my coffin to be decked in lilies. But I digress.
Bónus didn’t have any coriander. And neither did stupid old Krónan. And neither did Nóatún. In fact, the herb sections in all of them were empty save for a bunch of sorry looking faded green twigs crying into their little pots of soil.
And that’s when I felt my fragile shield of denial shatter into a million pieces: The dreaded food shortage was upon us!! That’s when I realized: for the last two weeks, on account of our foreign currency difficulties, no fresh coriander had been imported to this country. OMIGOD!!!
Yet as a testament to my incredible skill for adjustment, I enjoyed dinner nonetheless. EPI and I cracked open a bottle of Gewurztraminer and drank a hearty toast to the International Monetary Fund and the Icelanders’ amazing propensity for taking loans. Long live Niceland!
FREEZING COLD DAY
Or so I am told. AAH, who got her drivers license about a month ago, borrowed the car last night and stayed over at her boyfriend’s. She called in a panic this morning, late for work, because all the doors were frozen shut. Her first proper induction to winter driving, bless. It’s right at the freezing mark at the moment, 0°C [32F][funny – I always thought oC was 28F, oh well] and the sun came up at 8:50 am, will set at 5:32 pm.