Posted by jukkahoo
OK, so my laptop seems to have some issues and probably needs a decent cleanup. I just had to boot this mother and lost all my delightfully insightful and hilarious accounts I had typoed here before the crash. Ah! Anyway, on with the show.
Today we go forth with Tranbär-lemonad. As in Cranberry. Karpalo. Which is one of my absolute favourite berries, been that ever since my affair with the Big C, as cranberry juice was one of the very few beverages I managed to drink throughout the ordeal and not lose my taste for the stuff. Anything with soda was ghastly and I still do not especially like to drink tap water. Weird, huh.
Anyway, Tranbär-lemonad is verily unlike the previous drinks as it is pretty sour. Tart, so much so, that Sari didn't really care for it at first. And there doesn't seem to be any sugar in the "lemonade". This is much more of a juice than any kind of soda, no carbo and the empty bottle is stained with cranberry ooze.
As it goes, perhaps not on its own, but having something on the side, something a bit more sweeter, like a proper Ålander pie, or better yet, some local pannkaka with sviskon and whipped cream.
Though I'd still probably go with the Rhubarb-elderberry one.
You remember when all fandom wear nothing but black? Well, the Helsinki fandom anyway and a sizable number of fen outside of the greater Metropolitan area did so and thus was Finndom also known ever since the late 80's-90's, when the first real fannish trek to foreign conventions and meetings took place.
I was a member of that tribe, there was nary a clothing item of mine that was not black or very cheap and, most importantly, something that would fit. Well, cheap was probably even more imperative in those halcyon days of mine.
This lasted a longish while, until I happenstance saw that my brother was wearing some swanky colourful socks. Very unlike my black ones, that I tended to buy in bulk, since that way it didn't matter whether I had a proper pair as they'd all be black anyway. (I had a pair or two of blue ones, maybe even a gray pair, and come to think of it, some plaid ones as well…)
Anyhoo, I gazed upon Pasi's blue-red-something feet-warmers and we had a proper chat about socks. He had grown tired of having sameold-sameolds and having seen this ad on these "happy" socks, he had gone and purchased some of those. I realized then that I also was in dire need of adding some colour to my wardrobe and since job-wise I was wearing a somewhat dark blue suit, there'd be very few bright spots. (Other than tie, but have you seen how much really nifty ties cost!?)
Now, my dear readers, I did start buying colourful socks, both "happy" and "soxy" and then some. And also them ties, but not quite as "loud" as with the socks.
Few years forward and my suit was a more sombre gray-shade green, but my shirts were bright and colourful, some even very much so. Now the thing (and a bit of a problem is) that I have a wardrobe half full of various black t-shirts and I seldom use them as my preferred shirt is a collared one, preferably with some pizzazz and then some. You know, Hawaii'an but subtle.
Trousers can still be black, that's OK. Shorts, no.
Hello to Aleksi and Ben, our trusty readers! We'll be here until Xmas! Plan is for Sari to write every even day and me being odd. And drink all our Amalias and Antons beverages. Maybe even that Tonic water. Perhaps with some gin.
Eating Muffins 