This morning I worked in the kitchen as a slight variation to the doctor's office. Yulia put me to work on the salad dressing. I dutifully poured in the soymilk, oil, and yeast, trying to figure out what ingredients to mix in to make it flavorful yet healthy. Humming a little Greig to myself, I pushed the buttons to "high". The blender worked beautifully, and I was tallying up the benefits of garlic as I turned off the machine, my dressing almost complete. I just had to throw in a little dill, and it would "smakte veldig godt!"
The lid had a mind of it's own though. I pushed. I pulled. I pushed and pulled. Pulled and pushed. Finally with a zing it came off. Next thing I knew, salad-dressing was flying everywhere all over the counter, onto the floor, all over my apron, and down my shirt. Even if the dressing wasn't meant for external use, I must say after that episode, that I was pretty "well dressed".