At 2nd Christmas lunch this afternoon I was surrounded by a crowd of Danish dudes (one of them toting a chinchilla), who wanted me to eat a weird substance on bread. They claimed that all the true family members try it. I asked what it was. Bodil's brother struggled to explain it to me in English. He said "cum". Then he said "jizz". I thought it was some kind of animal sperm mixed with some herbs and fat? (They eat some weird shit in this country) It looked like hummus. I took a bite, three cheers to open mindedness! I wanted to know what it was called in Danish so I could tell other people what I ate, and they went on further to explain that it is only a family thing. They used to eat it during the war when they had no money.
I was dying. It actually didn't taste that bad, just really strong with a strange texture. I was just flipping out, dying and laughing at this point. Turns out Mikkel meant to say "cumin" and not "cum" and "jizz" was his way of saying "yeast". The "J" sounds different here, so I understand the weird pronunciation issues we had. Mikkel was also drunk at this point. Just one example of the many hilarious lost in translation cross cultural moments I frequently experience.
The substance was 70 percent yeast and 30 percent cumin with some herbs. So strange. My life just makes me laugh sometimes :)
Had a great Christmas! Back to the grind tomorrow.
