Irinikm
Boxer Booster
Hello everyone,
Martin has been known to run into trouble (or trouble running into Martin) occasionally but lately -after the incident with the cleaning lady- things were pretty much quiet.
Then last night, my sweet neighbor invited me over to her house and presented me with a delicious hand made sweet called "halva" which is oriental in origin. This sweet involves semolina soaked in syrup with olive oil and roasted almonds and dried fruit and cinnamon etc. It was warm and looked amazing served in a large salad bowl.
I thanked her and headed for my apartment. I opened the door and knowing that Martin would be wigly i raise my hand (holding the platter) high above my head so that Martin can't reach it. I open the door, Martin steps out, sniffs, and then gives a huge upright bolt and knocks the bowl over my hand, onto my head, the bowl makes a brief stop on my forehead and continues its demise upon my foot... it breaks into a thousand pieces and the whole grainy hanvas is spread over my head, over the floor, down the stairs and so on. The worst is that halvas is grainy, greesy, sticky and hot...;-)
The whole of hell breaks loose, with me screaming, Martin running, the neighbor opening her door only to witness me covered in halva and the whole floor a mess... and as if this wasn't enough... a neighbor next to me opens her door as well and says she's pregnant and the sweet smelled so nice that she wondered if she could have a piece...
It took me 1 1/2 hour just to clean up the mess (including boiling water to clean the sticky floor) and two showers later I can still smell cinammon on my head... not to mention that Martin had a few seconds to feast on syrup and semolina before he became grounded for the rest of the day.
And i really wanted to have a taste of the halva ;-(
Next time i'll get whatever is given to me in a plastic, airtight container...
Irene, Martin and Boulou
Martin has been known to run into trouble (or trouble running into Martin) occasionally but lately -after the incident with the cleaning lady- things were pretty much quiet.
Then last night, my sweet neighbor invited me over to her house and presented me with a delicious hand made sweet called "halva" which is oriental in origin. This sweet involves semolina soaked in syrup with olive oil and roasted almonds and dried fruit and cinnamon etc. It was warm and looked amazing served in a large salad bowl.
I thanked her and headed for my apartment. I opened the door and knowing that Martin would be wigly i raise my hand (holding the platter) high above my head so that Martin can't reach it. I open the door, Martin steps out, sniffs, and then gives a huge upright bolt and knocks the bowl over my hand, onto my head, the bowl makes a brief stop on my forehead and continues its demise upon my foot... it breaks into a thousand pieces and the whole grainy hanvas is spread over my head, over the floor, down the stairs and so on. The worst is that halvas is grainy, greesy, sticky and hot...;-)
The whole of hell breaks loose, with me screaming, Martin running, the neighbor opening her door only to witness me covered in halva and the whole floor a mess... and as if this wasn't enough... a neighbor next to me opens her door as well and says she's pregnant and the sweet smelled so nice that she wondered if she could have a piece...
It took me 1 1/2 hour just to clean up the mess (including boiling water to clean the sticky floor) and two showers later I can still smell cinammon on my head... not to mention that Martin had a few seconds to feast on syrup and semolina before he became grounded for the rest of the day.
And i really wanted to have a taste of the halva ;-(
Next time i'll get whatever is given to me in a plastic, airtight container...
Irene, Martin and Boulou