Når Kenwood overgår seg selv.

Jeg har nettopp tatt i bruk min eksellente Kenwood Chef XL Titanium som jeg kjøpte i sommer. Jada, jeg vet at det har gått sånn ca 4 måneder fra jeg kjøpte den til jeg tok den i bruk. For det første har vi akkurat fått opp kjøkkenøyen i huset og jeg valgte å vente med å få maskinen på plass til dess.

For det andre har jeg litt angst mot slike store duppeditter. Jeg vet ikke hvorfor, men jeg har alltid vært litt redd for å ta i bruk nye ting. Kanskje det er alderen som gjør seg gjeldende, eller kanskje det er det at jeg har en tendens til å ødelegge nye ting fordi jeg ALDRI leser bruksanvisningen før det er for sent.

Vel, jeg har jo lært og har nå sittet og myst meg igjennom alle bruksanvisningene til delene til denne maskinen og det er ikke få. Da jeg skulle studere bruksanvisingen til "venderen", som jeg har valgt å kalle det, måtte jeg lese teksten flere ganger. Jeg visste ikke om jeg skulle sprute ut i latter eller falle sammen i krampegråt over den fantastisk flotte beskrivelsen av fremgangsmåten i bruksanvisningen.

Les og nyt...

"Å bruke vendeverktøy.
1. Med kjøkkenmaskinen slått av, setter folding verktøyet og lavere mikseren hodet.Kontroller posisjonen av folding vendeverktøy i skålen.
Ideelt folding vendeverktøy skal være nesten berører bunnen av bolle.
2. Hvis avstanden må være justeres, heve mikser hodet og Verktøyet demonteres."

Ja, hva skal man si til dette? Vel er norsk rettskriving på vei ut, når det gjelder hvordan folk og spesielt unge, ordlegger seg. Det er jo mer engelsk i det norske språket enn det er norske ord for tiden.

Jeg kan ikke tro annet enn at her har Google Oversetter vært sterkt inne i bildet.

For noen år tilbake, forsøkte jeg å oversette et blogginnlegg som jeg skrev, til engelsk. Vi lo så vi grein da vi så resultatet:

May 17 and trains
Then the house is ready for celebration. The flags and the birch are placed and ribbon cut. It was fine with Red and White Blue on the gray cloth. Then I learned something new. You do not need a white cloth to decorate the sweetheart.



Although we do not celebrate the day with anything other than good food and some decorations, it is good to have a little fun. We're not going to dress up tomorrow either. That is, I should wear white pants, white sweater and flag jewelery on me (had to make a set for myself too).

I remember when I was a kid, where we were looking forward to go by train. May 17 and Christmas Eve were the most important days when you were a kid. The day before, it started tickling in our stomach and we could hardly wait. Mamso brought down the bunad and my suits and coats were cleaned according to all the rules of art. Birch twigs were retrieved and the homemade phenal year was retrieved and cut up.

I thought it was so beautiful, with birch leaves that had just sprung out, deciduous, that stood like little suns on the slopes (have always been fond of this flower).



We kids were incredibly impatient because our parents spent so long! We wanted to leave at 8 in the morning, but the train didn't start until 9 o'clock. The clock just didn't go fast enough.



Finally, the parents finally got ready and we took the train over. 4 kids of these 1 in stroller. At that time the toughest thing in the world seemed to be band music, believe it or not. Now I hate it. I always wanted to be at the front of the train because I liked to listen to the music, but the adults had all the time in the world where they were leaving far behind in the ranks. The train went up to the church, where there was worship and speech by the boat afterwards. Then the train went to the old home where there was music and speeches for the old people. Afterwards the train went down to the center, but we "jumped off" as the train passed our house. Then it was time for a break. It was noon and dinner while we kids marched around the house with home-carved, large "flags" made of staur and with a large towel on top like flags.



When it was about 14, it was time to line up at Skålakaien to go in procession to Hestasletto, where there were toys, entertainment, music and even more speeches. We kids grilled ice cream and sausages and really enjoyed ourselves. When this party was over, there was cinema for us the kids in the community center. There they showed cartoons and we almost killed ourselves to death.



Guess if many people were hurting to walk due to walking barriers, rubbing wounds and water problems the next day. At least we fell asleep quite quickly when it was bedtime and we were already looking forward to Christmas Eve.



Have a nice celebration everyone and remember PLASTER ...



Have a nice May 17 everyone