Saturday, October 18, 2008

Wiener Schnitzel

'Tis fine but very windy Sunday, David and I stepped out to grab a late lunch in St. George's - at Tavern By the Sea. Here's my very first taste of an Austrian dish - the Wiener Schnitzel. I was expecting a sausage - turned out to be a pork scallop pounded flat, breaded and fried. So much simpler than it sounds. And suffice to say, I ate it faster than I could properly pronounce or spell it!!

It was worth a try and was very tender-ish that I enjoyed it. However, the Asian in me always looks for taste, taste, and taste. I find European food a bit bland - I ended up shaking more salt and pepper than I ought to.

But the real wiener... este winner was the the harbour view. Tavern by the Sea has a sweeping view of the St. George's harbour.. it's soooo pretty. One of the few things I really appreciate here in Bermuda.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Mind the (Communication) Gap Series.. #1

Mind the (Communication) Gap, please!

The hubby and I have been stuck on the island for the past 30 months (and counting 20++ months more!!). When not traveling overseas to visit friends and family or attending a gathering or two here on island, most of our free time (which is not a lot for us professional number crunchers and bean counters) are spent with just the two of us doing things together… or apart. Our life pretty much became mundane after we’ve been to every interesting place here in about the first few months of our stay. Syet, tunog OFW na talaga ako.. haha.

However, each day is still interesting when you are married to a Brit. I’ve been spending everyday learning new stuff about his language, culture, interests, and his own ways - - although it’s always a challenge when I’m caught in between embracing his way or rejecting it. Being culturally diverse, I believe that most of the times we just agree to disagree, and then we carry on.

One thing worthy of note though is that I seem to have embraced his Brit talk… including the swearing, shite! Of course, I would still choose to speak Filipino whenever I have the chance – I always look forward to the few minutes I can spend chatting in the office with a kababayan, in Tagalog or in Ilonggo (if I’m feeling lucky), just to release the pressure in my brain which is always on Englisher mode.

As a Filipino who’s more familiar with American English, I must admit I am developing a more biased fondness (notice the accent please) to the British English or specifically, the English English. And for practicality’s sake, using my hubby’s talk is so much easier when we communicate. However, I’m still far off from comprehending (again, the accent please) all he’s saying - - I would still need a virtual sub-title when he yaks if he’s drunk (or pissed, as the Brits say). Eto talaga, walang kamatayang nose-bleed!

I’ve gathered quite a few Brit talk I’ve learned and most of them I’ve used in the past 30 months – care of the hubby, his friends, his family, and watching the BBC!

Let’s start with food:

· Babette’s favorite is tortang talong. But as David would say, “Barbara fancies aubergine omelet.” - - Naks, naging sosyal ang gagagaga.

· From kamatis (kah-mah-tis) to tomato (too-may-toe) and then to (tah-mah-toe). Di naman nagbabago lasa.

· Never ask for French fries at McDo when you are in the UK. Ask for chips.

· My Chippy chips are now called Chippy crisps.

· The cookie monster becomes the biscuit monster.

· Wanna grab food? = Fancy grabbing grub? (tunog basura)

· From giniling, to ground beef, to minced beef

· Appetizer is simply just a starter

· draft beer = lager

And then with the wardrobe:

· The first time David told me “It’s freezing cold outside, don’t forget your jumper.” Naloka ako, baket ako magus-suot ng jumper??!! I was like “what, what??!!” Then he pointed to my jumper - - kainis, he was referring to my sweater.

· His underwear is called pants. His pants are his trousers.

· bath robe = dressing gown

· “Caceres, have you seen my vest?” I was in my “what, what?!!” moment again. I told him I call it sando or undershirt. He now refers to it as sando. At syempre the vest that we know, he calls it waist coat.

· bota = boots = wellies (Don’t ask me how or why!!)

· “Seiko Seiko wallet..” = “Seiko Seiko purse, ang purse na maswerte..” - - ngek, hinde bagay!

Sample pa lang yan, more to come…..

Thursday, September 18, 2008

DJ David in the house

My hubby is a frustrated DJ - he just loves his tunes that our house can turn into an underground club scene when he's in the zone. Well, minus the madness of drugs, smoking, dancing, laughing, kissing, hugging, hallucinating, smiling, sweating, shouting, cheering, clapping - - - straight from the horse's (the frustrated DJ) mouth. But booze is definitely there - it's a given, my hubby is a Brit!

RANT: Unfortunately, his brand of music is not always my type of music. Opposites attract - NOT! Not when I'm close to being deaf.. pakshet!

RAVE: But heck, if it gives me my "me" time to watch my episodes of Bones (which I can't believe I'm just starting to watch after 3 seasons!!) and reading my Twilight series, then it's a welcome break.

RANT: He's not just a frustrated DJ, he's an ultimate music geek too! Just one random or innocent question about music and he can lecture about the music birds and the bees ...bzzz ...bzzzz .....zzzzz ...zzzz...

RAVE: But I do love soul, funk and old house music - and the dear frustrated DJ is my best resource.

And as a credit to the weeny bit of tunes we both like listening to (which give my hubby and I our brief moment of harmony!) - I'll put in some of those tunes in my music folder... cheers!

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