fascination of summer’s flavours – pearmains muffins

acidic apples
light green or yellowish pearmains
like little suns

the last ones
are smiling at me from the basket

redolentt friut can’t get wasted
I have to use them.
in fragrant fluffy pearmains muffins

 

polish apple charlotte with pearmains

I’m opening the balcony window. I’m going out and sitting on the terrace with a mug of coffee. I’m looking at the orchard.

I’m observing pearmains are ripe currantly. the apple tree seems to be tired of heaviness of fruit. it looks very picturesquely.

first thought – apple pie. during picking pearmains into the bag made by the bottom of my tee shirt, I changed my mind.

that will be an apple charlotte with crumble  – thin, crispy pie crust, thick filling of sourish, melt-in-the-mouth pearmains means: a very Polish apple charlotte.

 

a perfect thing for a sad day – fresh and sweet celery salad

green tea, a warm blanket, and my laptop. it might have been the book I read. but… (there is some ‘but’, as always).

but now I have to write sth, so my book has to wait.

I can’t focus on my work. my thoughts are cruising in the room. they have no place to go and after a moment I can’t breathe.

now I feel that these thoughts are aggressive, tenacious, and attack me.

have to breathe deeply. have to keep my mind occupied…

‘I’ll do a perfect salad for bad thoughts’, it went through my mind and I put the plan in motion.