Posted by: tabliope | December 1, 2008

My goose was well and truly cooked.

One of the great things about living in a foreign country is the opportunity to experience different traditions and to see how your own traditional festivals are celebrated by other people.  However, I really wish I'd learnt that  the first day of advent (which was yesterday for those not keeping count) is the day when everyone hauls themselves to restaurants to eat goose BEFORE Johnny and I had invited a friend to walk 10 kilometres across the snowy countryside in order to fill up on Sunday lunch.  On arrival at the restaurant we were treated as being completely and utterly mad to have thought of turning up on the first day of advent and expect to get a table.  And the return route of 10 kilometres had stretched to 100 in our crazed, half-starved state.



  1. Ah well, you’ll know for next year. I bet the crumbs from the larder tasted great when you got back though. After building up a 20km appetite.

  2. That still sounds like a good day to me – am I a masochist?

  3. That’s not funny – you think they could’ve spared you a bit of black bread and hot goose to keep you going on the way back, at the very least.

  4. it was still a good day and we felt very worthy at the end of it and I’m definitely booking for next year because all the food we saw looked excellent.

  5. [this is good] Wow. I have only now begun to see the difference between going to WalMart on Saturday evening and going to WalMart on Monday evening.

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