What's In a Name?

July 17 started out with a brisk walk to a grocery store a little farther away than the one we most often frequent.  The reason is strictly monetary.  They had several good sales on and we wanted to take advantage of them.  Plus it is always a great way to start the day!

We walked around our lake and towards town (meaning the center of Copenhagen).  The store is small but contains all kinds of wonderful things in a semi-disorganized state, but the normal prices are better than other stores and the sale prices are a real deal.  We cruised around the store, got everything we needed and headed home.

I assembled a dessert for this evening's after-institute refreshment.  It is a recipe Melissa passed on to me from SK's sister Carolyn.  Melissa said it was a breakfast casserole of sorts but worked just as well - if not better - as a dessert.  The base was cubed french bread and cubed cream cheese over which is poured a mixture of eggs, sugar, milk, cinnamon, nutmeg and vanilla.  It sat in the refrigerator the rest of the day soaking up the liquid.

Late morning, SK and I went to our district meeting.  We have two new missionaries as of Monday and it was nice to get to know them.  One of them has been out 2 days!  I can almost remember what it felt like to be here for only 2 days.  He seems to be doing well....didn't look like a zombie trying to recover from jetlag and even made some good comments in our meeting.

I have not yet become accustomed to how amazing their spiritual maturity is.  I sit in their meetings and marvel at the comments they make and the feelings they share.  Then out of the blue one of them says or does something to remind me they are 18-year olds or 19 or 20.  Then I laugh in delight.  They are young...but they are quite delightful.  I love being with them.

After lunch we came to the center.  It was a lovely peaceful afternoon with YSAs trickling in slowly.  A popular topic of conversation right now is Festinord...everyone is looking forward to it with a such enthusiasm!  I worked on the Institute lesson for English speakers.  At seven in the evening we had 10 Danes in the class, but by 7:15 we had enough Americans to split the class which we did.

We are studying The Pearl of Great Price.  We had a great discussion.

By the time we were done, so was the dessert.  I don't remember the name of it, but it was French Toast something.  Now....I am experienced enough with serving food to know that if it has a good name, it will be received better.  SK hates French Toast.  I tried to come up with something dignified and delicious-sounding for a name.  So I said "Raspberry Bread Pudding."....which in his eyes - actually - is just a half a step up from french toast.  He announced to the group of 20 or so that it was "Raspberry Delight."  (Can you believe how awful that sounds?....like the things they used to dream up in the cafeteria kitchen at Bountiful High several decades ago!)

You bake the concoction for an hour and then pour warm raspberry syrup over it, and then top it with good Danish whipped cream.  I told two young men that it was raspberry bread pudding, but then realized one served a mission in England and the other has dual citizenship in England (his mother is British)....so I quickly added, "kind of."  (You know of course that England and bread pudding are practicial synonymous.)

My "Sort of Bread Pudding" was a hit.  One American declared it to be the best thing she has eaten since she got to Denmark!!!  Heady praise.

Afterwards one of my dear young friends decided that it should be named "Sister Madsen's Special."

So that is what it will be henceforth called....with apologies - as well as great thanks to Carolyn.