well, I decided to make my husband happier every day.
day after day he will reach into his pocket and find health, homemade (by his beloved wife) and delicious candy bars. believe me: they are as yummy as quick and easy. just try, and you will see that you will never buy shop-bought candy bars. I promise you.
again. rain, moisture, fog and grey.
again alone. with the sense that my husband is having fun while I’ m sitting and trying to read or focus on something uppermost.
again that undeminished, depressing rain.
I will make pancakes.
I love it.
the atmosphere of making conserve.
the smell of boiling plum stew, jam, marmalade, confiture.
the sound of poping tops.
the view of filling the store cupboard.
this year I decided to make juices. roaring match to a cup uf tea during winter evenings.
now – peach juice (from polish, small peaches)
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
sad autumn this year.
what dull weather. grey every day. even after my daily walk doesn’t make be happier. sad again. my thoughts and my guitar.
now I see I have to re-string…
… and this recipe is for my hungry husband. ta dam.
sweet but not too much. filling but light. looks time-consuming but it isn’t. love at first sight. or a bit, a should write.
there are no candles on it. that is not my birthday or name day. this is no occasion at all. today like every day. except the thick frosty fog. much greyer than yesterday.
I can’t fool myself – I am a woman, and every (statistic) woman was on a diet at least one time in her life.
so, of course, I watch my waistline. even if I pretend that I don’t.
if you fancy some sweets and you are on a diet, or just watch your waistline, try this cake. delicious, easy, light and tasty for others (who are not on a diet).
7 am. window shade up. grey outside.
twigs, leaves and grass frosted over. frostily.
dull colour of sky above. and cloudlets of vapour from mouth. clank of keys and put a stocking cap on a head. quick march and scrunching underfoot. briskly morning.
so the perfect filling and warm soup for a day like today is the chickpea and tomato soup with cinnamon. soup again, I know. however, autumn is the great season to cook soups. so is winter, but there we cook another kind of soups.
well, now I leave you with this excellence.
humid autumn. dirty, dismal and sad leaves are lying on a wet ground. it’s raining. probably dull sky above naked trees in my garden has taken umbrage at the earth. or at me. well. it’s possible. I am chesty so I caught a cold again.
5th coffee to keep my mind awake and the quickest, the easiest version of a pumpkin cream soup.
there are plenty of recipes. and every each and one of them is way-out. but if you have just some pumpkin and ginger you will be able to do it. admittedly, I had all ingredients to do the pumpkin soup, full of all these ingredients I missed this time. however, that soup is delicious and I can strongly recommend you this one.
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.