Frosch im Loch

Being the kind of person who likes to try and please everyone, I have done my utmost to satisfy the photo requests. To the left you can see a photo of myself with my rather sexy bike, Augusta, and, low and behold, I am holding my homework diary, thus 'studying' :-) Hope that keeps you happy My! And I hope you all approve of my new set of wheels. I like to think that where she is lacking in functionability (lack of lights, bizarre clunking noises etc. etc.) she makes up for in style.

So it is autumn here in Fulda (and probs everywhere else actually come to think about it) and the trees are all looking stunning. For those of you who don't know, my flat is located v near to the Schlossgarten (palace gardens). Yesterday me and Bec went for a walk through the park and took a few pics. (Note the self-portrait Ruth!) Yep, Fulda is looking gorge at the mo, shame it's a sign of the impending winter. Brr, feeling cold just thinking about it. Have started preparing myself for the cold temperatures though and have invested in some highly impractical shoes that are highly unsuitable for the winter months, apart from the fact that they have sheepskin fur inside them. Excellent :-)



To the title of this post. Some of you may be wondering what crazy words I have chosen this time. Well, they literally translate as 'frog in the hole'. Can you tell what it is yet? (Rolf Harris stylee) Last night was Desperate Housewives Night. Basically a group of girls of various nationalities (we had German, Brit, Aussie, French, Swedish, Vietnamese and Belarussian last night) meet up, eat food from one of the represented countries, drink red wine, watch Desperate Housewives (overdubbed in German, grrr) and have a girly night in. Last night was my turn to cook. Me and Bec created what can only be described as a meal fit for kings (or queens perhaps). Two big toad in the holes, one giant veggie yorkshire pudding, mashed potato and swede, peas and gravy (made from Bisto's finest gravy granules). I have noticed some rather unfair stereotypes about British culinery delights, namely that all foreigners think our food is tasteless rubbish. Anyway, I saw this as my opportunity to prove everyone wrong. The pressure was high but I am pleased to announce I did not crack. The meal was a roaring success, the shock on everyone's face at tasting 'yummy' British food was priceless :-) And I got to eat yorkshire pud. Mmm mmm. Everyone was happy. The wine was good too. My 8am Europarecht (European Law) lecture wasn't...