My brothers

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Brothers, Family, Love

I have three brothers. The world’s three best brothers. I consider them my most important rolemodels, and they have, in more ways than they can imagine, made me who I am today.

We don’t spend enough time together, it is neither of ours fault, we all have busy lives. Still, I never feel left out, and I never feel forgotten. They’re all there for me when I need them to. I know I mean a lot to them. One brother shows me with his eyes. His bad conscience for not being able to make me the top priority in his life. He would make every person in his life his main priority if he could. Still, he’s always there. One snap with my fingers and he’s there to help, or there to talk, or just to listen. Another stops his crazy schedule for me. His life comes to a halt, and a few hours it’s like nothing else matters, for the both of us. He guides and advices, but never judges. He’s comforting and safe. The third lives his life to the max. Everything he does he does using all of himself. I know I sometimes make him feel bad for not seeing me as often as he could. I am sorry for that, and I know it is just as much my responsibility. I know he needs time to breath. I know he will be there when I need him, and when he is he is here one hundred percent. So many times has he come out of his comfort sone to help me out. He never says no when the need is great.

One does everything he can to ease life for those around him. One does not know what harm and evil is. One can make friends with anyone in the world. One is as creative as creative gets. One can make you laugh no matter how deep the pain. One is a safe haven no matter what life throws your way. They are brilliant, each and every one of them. And so successful in the things they do. So often do I feel like I fail myself, but only because I try to measure up to the great standards they set. I am so proud of them. Their abilities combined would make the perfect person, but perfection is over rated, instead they are three of the most amazing men I have ever met.

 

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Bacon – med noko attåt! (and the secret ingredient is…!)

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Bacon, Dextrose, Phosphate, Secret ingredients

I bought bacon to use in a soup. As I fried it I noticed that it contained phosphate. (I was stupid enough to read up on how you can spot phosphate in food, unfortunately you have to fry it to be able to see, and as there is no information on the package, you get what I’m saying. Ignorance is bliss for only so long) This was expensive bacon with very little fat, and supposedly good quality. (I know some of you are giving me a face-palm now. Bacon!?! But back to the case.) As there was phosphate in it, I became curious to what else might be in it. And the label said it contained dextrose, which is grape sugar, now what is up with that?

Jeg kjøpte bacon til å ha i suppe. Mens jeg stekte så jeg at den inneholdt fosfat (jeg var dum nok til å lese om hvordan man ser om kjøtt og fisk inneholder fosfat, så hver gang jeg steker noe med fosfat så vet jeg om det…) Dette var dyrt bacon, filet type, med lite fett og virket som bra kvalitet. (ja, jeg er litt håpløs, det er tross alt bacon det er snakk om – men det er ikke poenget). Siden jeg da hadde oppdaget fosfatet, ble jeg nysgjerrig på om det var andre spennende ingredienser jeg fikk på kjøpet. Og joda, dekstrose, som er druesukker. Druesukker! I bacon! Er det bare jeg som blir forvirra?