SMOKED EEL AND GOOGLY EYES

The health system here is totally free.  Check-ups, free.  Hospital, free.  Ambulance, free.  Everyone new to Denmark is assigned a general doctor  once you get your VISA and ID number.   There are specialists, generally private doctors who you can see if your general doctor recommends you.  The church kind of side-steps all this referral part,  so I was able to travel to see a rheumatologist  for some routine stuff I do every 4 months.  The reason I am writing this is I wanted to show you the view from the clinic's waiting room window.  WOW

Fredericksberg Slot (slot means castle.)

Unbelievable.  This is The Most Famous Castle in all of Denmark.  Fredericksberg Slot.  A national treasure.  This window  literally frames the castle, and drew me like a magnet.  How could the medical staff concentrate with all that just across the street?  Googly Eyes. Think me, with cartoon googly eyes. I left my nose prints on the glass.

Anyway, the doctor met me in the waiting room and escorted me toward  her office just to the left of The View.  I kept stretching my neck to see through the window as long as possible and almost tripped on her heels.  Once she mustered me in, she introduced herself and just chatted away asking questions and taking notes by hand.  By hand.   Interesting appointment.  No rush.   Very simple.  Very casual.  I liked it.  She can't do much until I get my ID number (need my VISA to show up), but she made me an appointment here in Copenhagen  for routine tests.  They will need to draw blood. Which made me pause, since my flu shot a few weeks ago was in my NECK.  YES.  They pinch the fatty skin at the base of your neck and shoulder and slide that needle right it. Easy Peasy.  It made me flinch.   I wonder how they draw blood for testing?  Not going to think about it..............

So, during the last crazy week, we had a smoked eel show up at the office.  Could smell it downstairs and all the way up to the second floor. And it was wrapped.   It was escorted by the parents of a Danish missionary who was about to arrive from the MTC in Provo,  before being shipped to Iceland.  Mom and Dad decided to surprise him with his favorite food.  Since they live just a few hours away,  and since they couldn't ship it to Iceland (illegal), it was no problem to drop  it off here for him to share with his MTC buddies and all of us.  Apparently the Provo cafeteria had worn a bit thin for our little Dane, and he was hankering for some home cookin'.   (He told me later he mostly ate cereal at the MTC.)  Poor child.

This eel was a yard long, stiff as a board and looked like shoe leather.  Head and tail attached.  The fins on the head stick out like long, thin, curled ears.  The missionary's  father catches these in the ocean in a net, then hangs about 12 at a time in a smoker.

Elder Johansen, eel chef.  Peel the saran wrap off  this little bugger (the eel, not the elder)  and you could taste it through your nose.

When the Elder got here, I escorted him to the kitchen to see his surprise.  He was like a kid with candy on Christmas.  Wide-eyed and thrilled.  He picked up the eel and held  it to his nose, sniffed it from one end to the other,  and let out a big sigh.  I asked him if he knew what to do with it and he said, "Absolutely.  Hand me a knife."  He sliced it into 4 inch sections, peeled back the skin and gouged out the bones with his thumbs. (the smoking pulverizes most of them.)  Then, he cut the pieces in half lengthwise and placed them reverently on buttered Danish bread.  Pepper sprinkled on top.  Just pepper, mind  you, not salt.  How did it taste?  Oily.  Fishy.  Smoky.  Texture kind of like cold, cooked cereal.  The Danes love this stuff.  It costs as much as caviar by the pound.  A delicacy which they generally eat layered on the bread with scrambled eggs. We had to make do without the eggs.  Sadly.  I guess it is an acquired taste.  His MTC buddies were up for the challenge and ate a piece.  By the way, one of those new missionaries is a 200+ pound Hispanic from Texas.  Going to Iceland.  Had people praying with him on the plane.  Awesome.

We love these new missionaries.  What a variety of personalities.  I download their pictures and application as soon as they are assigned, even before they get their call, sometimes. Also send them a welcome letter and track them through the MTC.  So, I feel like I know them before they get here. Not been disappointed yet.