Saturday, October 08, 2005
Learning language the fun way...
MAGGIE [MAAGIES]—(AFRIKAANS) noun: a stomach or gizzard…
Aaah, the fun of learning language and the adventure of cooking—Yes, the combination of those to make a great meal…or not.
What do I know? It looked like the most lean and tender filet…I’ve enjoyed ostrich meat before—ostrich mince is now preferred over beef. So, you can imagine my excitement when I see the perfect jewels of ostrich meat…”Ostrich Maggies” they’re called. Mmmm, sounds good, sounds delectable…
After marinating them, seasoning them, putting them in the oven for two hours to broil… Inviting my friends Tim and Guillaume over to partake of a good “meaty dinner” before our viewing of third episode of Star Wars…
I’ve got to give it to Tim. He actually tried to eat it…I still cringe at the thought. They just didn’t look right when I pulled them out and they tasted…well…not delectable.
It wasn’t until three weeks or so later when I see that manager behind the counter at the butchery…”aaah, maggies…” ,he kind of smiles, “those are ostrich gizzards…you gotta stew them for a day or slice ‘em thin and pan fry them…” Something tells me that I’m not the only foreigner to fall into that trap…
Another language lesson…Maggies (said with a guttural, throat-clearing ‘hhhh’ like mawhhhies) means gizzard or stomach. For some that could be great news—gizzards the size of filet minons to eat…For others—be warned.
I’ve posted some pictures of a few of the projects and sites…If it seems ambiguous it is because I should be miscellaneous about it all. As I look at them I can only scheme—am I really telling the truth? Was I there? Yes, and I still can’t believe it…Those projects by the way, look a lot different when you view them in scale, on a plan and you’re supposed to design something…beautiful places and incredible opportunity…
Aaah, the fun of learning language and the adventure of cooking—Yes, the combination of those to make a great meal…or not.
What do I know? It looked like the most lean and tender filet…I’ve enjoyed ostrich meat before—ostrich mince is now preferred over beef. So, you can imagine my excitement when I see the perfect jewels of ostrich meat…”Ostrich Maggies” they’re called. Mmmm, sounds good, sounds delectable…
After marinating them, seasoning them, putting them in the oven for two hours to broil… Inviting my friends Tim and Guillaume over to partake of a good “meaty dinner” before our viewing of third episode of Star Wars…
I’ve got to give it to Tim. He actually tried to eat it…I still cringe at the thought. They just didn’t look right when I pulled them out and they tasted…well…not delectable.
It wasn’t until three weeks or so later when I see that manager behind the counter at the butchery…”aaah, maggies…” ,he kind of smiles, “those are ostrich gizzards…you gotta stew them for a day or slice ‘em thin and pan fry them…” Something tells me that I’m not the only foreigner to fall into that trap…
Another language lesson…Maggies (said with a guttural, throat-clearing ‘hhhh’ like mawhhhies) means gizzard or stomach. For some that could be great news—gizzards the size of filet minons to eat…For others—be warned.
I’ve posted some pictures of a few of the projects and sites…If it seems ambiguous it is because I should be miscellaneous about it all. As I look at them I can only scheme—am I really telling the truth? Was I there? Yes, and I still can’t believe it…Those projects by the way, look a lot different when you view them in scale, on a plan and you’re supposed to design something…beautiful places and incredible opportunity…
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I worked with a lot of S. Africans this summer here in France and in England...Afriaans is a very interesting language. The men kept having me say phrases to the other team memebers...and I am certain they weren't nice things to say, but oh well...
Hey Quincy...it's me Sarah way over in Texas! I am with Katie right now :D Yeah...the whole language thing is great...I got to learn Chinese this summer and we ate some interesting things...would you like to make the cab driver turn the cab around because you said a wrong tone...when you really wanted to ask if he could sing a song? Sounds fun doesn't it? WEll keep learning and having fun with your scheming of projects and eating of Maggies...mmmmm.
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