Our last day! Or so we thought. I, at least, started preparing pretty early on. Cleaned the kitchen box, sorted through our documents etc. Flo was way more relaxed. He voted to watch “Cowpocalyse” which we did as I needed to stop running around. While watching, the power suddenly went out. First, it was mostly annoying because the movie just went black. Then, we realized that Lina had started the breadmaker this morning which was now also off. What happens to the bread if the power just turns off?

If at first you don’t succeed, why not fail again?

An hour later, it came back on. The bread didn’t fare too well…Flo set it on bake but when the breadmaker beeped, it didn’t look finished at all. Since this bread was ruined, we put the breadmaker back on with a new round of ingredients. It refused to start, telling us that it was too hot. Finally, it started. The end product was not impressive at all. The bread didn’t rise nearly as much as it should have and the texture was very dense and doughy. The heat probably killed off the yeast before the bread making even started. What a fail. 🙁

To make up for it, I wanted to make very chocolate-y cookies. Weighing the flour, we then searched the house for baking powder and cocoa…both of which we just couldn’t find! Deflated, we succumbed to an afternoon on the couch, watching tv, waiting for our hosts.

The slowest pizza on earth …

Flo already toyed with the idea of staying another day as his arm was not as well as he would have liked it to be.

Lina and Michael arrived and showed the appropriate amount of piety for our baking failures. In comparison to their day, we have had a stroll in the park though.  Soon, all four of us jumped into the car to have pizza. In your face, strange day!

The pizza place looked abandoned from outside but a member of staff opened the door and nodded so we went in. Lina’s and my vegetarian pizzas arrived soon after and we munched away. Flo and Michael had to wait for a curiously long time. In fact, a white car delivered plastic shopping bags to the pizza parlor before they got their pizzas so they must have run out of something.

It got later and later. By 6.45pm, the pizzas arrived. The guys asked for a take-away box as Michael just wanted to go home to relax. On the way back, we decided to actually stay a day longer. That was probably the best call to make as we then had a lovely, chatty evening watching comedy on the TV.

Try again tomorrow. 😉