Cooking can be sometimes fun

On Monday afternoon/evening we had planned a special event. We were supposed to go to an international dinner.

Cause we have had something else to do, we were a little late, so we had to take a shorter way across some "better" neighbourhood. Although I had a map, I still wasn't sure if we are taking the right way. Especially when I saw a group of 20 people sitting on some benches and talking to each other. We started to wonder whether that is some kind of birthday party or a barbecue night, when a young girl asked us, what were we looking for. After this she was so nice and informed us that actually was the "dinner thing", but they weren't expecting us at all.

In fact we were the first to arrive, the other got lost, as we found out later. So we talked to the girl a little and she told us the are so HAPPY to have us and after this she started running excitedly around the front garden and shouting for all the others to welcome " the new people:)"

Thanks God, after this came our friends and we were at least sure that we are on the right place. After a few minutes of sitting on the benches with the other students and kids, during which we were told, they were a student organization meeting from time to time/my friend whispered to my ear: " Damn, I thought they were scientologists:)"/, they told us: "So lets cook!"

From the looks on the faces of all the international students/I am sure I had the same/ I saw one word screaming. "WHAT???" The thing our coordinator forgot to tell us when inviting us to the dinner was that we would have to cook it ourselves.
Overcoming the initial shock we chose Mexican cuisine over Jewish and started to make all the sauces and soups and tortillas. And a banana chocolate dessert.;) It was a pretty hard job, because all the recipes were in German, and there were only

I do not have to tell you it was great fun, especially when a Bulgarian girl was stirring meat on the stove and after 10 minutes she asked, why nothing is happening with it. Well, you have to turn on the stove first, sweetie:). Or when a Swedish girl asked: "How much of the spice is supposed to be in the sauce?" And after the answer came only: "ooooops"

So after three hours and half, everything was cooked and we could finally eat. Lets just say, we were hungry enough not to care about little spice mistakes:). AND now I know how make tortillas:))))