Today is bolludagur here in Niceland, or Cream Puff Day to all youze English speakers. [Actually bun or ball day would be more accurate, but it just doesn’t have that same ring, does it?] This is the day when Nicelanders eat cream puffs in copious amounts – and not only cream puffs but also balls of various kinds – like, say, meatballs, or fish balls. Anything round and bun/ball-like will do.
I have no idea where this tradition started [anyone?] – but when I was little I was given a wand [a stick of wood with colourful crepe paper stuck to it] and told to spank my parents on the bum before they got out of bed. The number of spanks I managed to get in determined the number of cream puff buns I got to eat. Even at the age of four I thought it was a bizarre thing to do although I didn’t say so – I wasn’t about to sacrifice an infinite number of cream puffs on any altar of rational thinking, thankyouverymuch.
I no longer do any spanking on this day [ooh! matron] – and base the number of cream puffs I eat solely on how many I feel like eating, or how motivated I am to go out and get any. That said, like most Icelanders I tend to get started a day early and bought my first batch of cream puffs yesterday – four puffs, one for me, one for EPI, one for AAH and one for AAH’s boyfriend.
By the end of yesterday I presumed they were all gone – so imagine my delight at opening the fridge this morning and finding one perfectly-preserved cream puff still in its box! I couldn’t believe my luck – I could have a cream puff with my coffee and didn’t even have to go out and buy any! Oh, boy. I relished eating that cream puff this morning. In fact, it is quite possibly the best cream puff I have eaten in my life.
I went out in the early afternoon, and arrived home just after AAH got back from school – just in time, in fact, to hear her cry of NOOOOOOOO…!!! when she opened the fridge and found that her precious cream puff – the one she had planned to save and eat today, was gone. Dang. And there was all that free white space on top of the box, too, in which she could have written: DO NOT EAT THIS OR YOU WILL HAVE YOUR FINGERNAILS PULLED OFF WITH PLIERS. SLOWLY. or similar.
Anyway, she soon headed out to the store to buy herself a new cream puff, plus some plain ones without chocolate that we could use to make our own puffs [sort of like profiteroles], while I went back out. Meanwhile, I didn’t think EPI would want any more since I had already interrupted some voracious cream-puff eating when I called him at work this morning – he’d already downed 2 1/2 massive specimens by 10 am if I’m not mistaken.
So imagine my surprise when I came home later today to find a] a small box of plain puffs from which to make our own, b] two exceedingly voluptuous store-bought cream puffs in the fridge c] EPI coming up the drive with a white box in his hand, which turned out to contain four big cream puffs from Hagkaup.
In other words, my refrigerator currently contains six BIG cream puffs overflowing with various sorts of cream [plain, banana, Irish Cream, etc.] and my kitchen counter contains a box of nine cream puffs yet to be made. Oh, and the day is almost over and the cream puffs need to be eaten TODAY. And I’m home by myself.
More anon. If I’m still alive.
TODAY WAS KIND OF DAMP AND GLOOMY
We still have mild temps and just a few minutes ago we had a downpour of rain/sleet. AAH is home now to help me out with all this tiresome creampuffeating – what a relief! Right now it is 4°C [39F], the sun came up at 8.55 am and set at 6.28 pm. And now if you’ll excuse me …
[PS those of you keeping track of Jonas’s plight – there was a report on his predicament on mbl.is today, and also on the RÚV evening news. People are generally outraged that he was made to pay into the unemployment fund and now cannot claim any benefits … perhaps we shall have some answers soon.]