Last week was a bit of a bumper crop for packages here at the Stool homestead.
First up, we received an awesome box from brothers and sisters in the states - sushi trays!
sweet-smelling goodies to make our skin smooth and radiant! hand-held video games so that we can practice our ninja skills!
The only hitch was that this package was intercepted by the lovely people at the German customs office - meaning that we had to go pick it up at the dread Zollamt. Otherwise known as one of the most soul-destroying locations on the planet. Upon arriving there, you get a fantastic little ticket:and maybe think to yourself - "this won't be so bad. Certainly the Germans, with their well-founded reputation for efficiency, will have optimized this process." Over three hours later, you realize just how wrong a person can be. But hey, three hours of my life is a small price to pay for a box of awesome gifts. So hooray!
On the very same day as the Zollamt adventure, we also got the fantastic new cookbook assembled and written in part by our good friend Kiyo!
I think that the cover really says it all. Cooking eafood has been a bit of the final frontier for us here in Berlin - mainly because it's not super easy to obtain high-quality fish, not to mention shellfish. But hey, now that we have a book chock full of yummy recipes, it is on. Gravlox here we come!
Friday, 9 April 2010
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Yes, yes, this is all well and good (though surely the Ausländerbehörde in Wedding beats the Zollamt for soul-destruction in the German Bureaucracy stakes), but we were promised stories about spoons! (okay, one story about one spoon, but still, get with the program, Stools!). Okay, I'm gonna watch some Tribe-Tigers before the Blue Jays-Orioles comes on before the Cubs-Reds comes on. Baseball season rules.
I knew you were going to bitch about this delay in the spoon tale.
Predictability is the secret of my success.
funny. i thought the secret to your success was a sparkling wit and luxurious facial hair. Or was it your propensity for poo jokes?
The Zollamt in Dresden is efficient once you are there. But it is in BFE with no public transit access and they make you come out there to translate "Socks" and "Books" to "Socken" and "Bücher".
Presumably they're also terrified because someone checked the box indicating that the package isn't a Commercial Sample, but Gift.
By the way, Jeff: all those things, too; but none of them are secret.
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