Food. Not any kind of food. Vietnamese food. It’s a kind of food which could be difficult to eat. You may find yourself staring at the food more than eating it. Hopefully, the students/young adults didn’t experience too much of the food-staring when the Catholic Student Group had vietnamese dinner a couple of weeks ago.
It was a Wednesday evening (not surprisingly). The members had just attended the Evening Mass. 22 people consisting of 20 students/young adults and 2 priests were counted at this meeting, including 2 new faces. One of them, Klemens, even helped out with the cooking. It was really nice of him, I must say.
P. Dominic was the main chef of this dinner. With him he had some assistants, Maria Cao, Karoline, Huy and, of course, Klemens. The first course was a soup which name is hard to translate. I’m even unsure of how to write it correctly in vietnamese. This is as much as I can tell, the soup consisted of crabs, eggs and mushrooms among other ingredients.
The main course really tested the dexterity of the people who are unfamiliar with the art of chopsticks. Shortly explained, they had to transfer the food from a common plate to their ricepaper, using the chopsticks. The food consisted of shrimps, swine and many vegetables, all of them cut into small pieces. Needless to say, it could even prove to be a challenge for advanced chopstickusers. Of course, they could have used their fingers, which are easier. Some actually did. But the cooking team insisted on using the chopsticks. Partly, because it made the dinner more… fun.
The dessert consisted of some oriental fruit coupled with not so oriental ice cream. And no, I don’t know its name. But the italians gave it its own name, though. “Fiskeboller”, they called it. Meaning fish buns…
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Karoline added these words on Mar 27 08 at 19:55Hei H!=) du e flink t å beskriv – og skriv!
it was much fun to help make dinner, I learned alot! Thanks!!=)
looove crabsticks…hehe
