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warming orange cream soup

I feel orange, without oranges.

like sunny day without the sun that beats down. warm light falls on the worktop and eduses my seams of hope, that goes out and fawns.

my little Berry (my little baby-girl) learns how to use her own voice. from me. and she sqeals.

I drive me hope away. Berry sqeals when she’s fine and wrong, when she’s hungry and frisky. she doesn’t only during eating and sleeping.

I edgily turn the oven on. I will persist in doing this soup. and exactly that I planned. with roasted pepper.

the child have fallen asleep. the soup had a chance to proceed.


carrots, tomatoes, pepper

warming soup

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cream soup



love, spinach, and green bread

love and spinach? a perfect couple. supposing you are tired of passionate red associated with hot feelings towards your partner.

the truth is that love is actually… green. especially when you have a 4 month old baby and you are exhausted being young mother (parent) and really need just rest. then you’re sick and tired of all these red hearts of Valentine’s Day and sweet pink teddy bears. looking at green color makes you calm and compose yourself. 

so I decides bake a bread. a green one.

unfortunately, after a true challenge for breastfeeding my little baby-girl, I had to yield. I as well-intentioned, I wanted to feed for 6 months… but my child decided otherwise. what a shame…

anyway, now I can eat everything. I can even go on a diet (still have baggage of 3 kg).

my plan of creating a new category went off at half cock. shame again…

there is Valentine’s Day today. celebration of red and pink. but not here. here we have the rule of sensuous green.

spinach bread


spinach bread recipe


spinach bread



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.




charlotte recipe




beetroot bread – pink relish

weather. it seems that it will not engross your mind. however, currently it makes me mad.

intense heat then ten degrees and rain; white heat pouring from the sky and next cloudburst with frightening storms.

I’m not sure if my little girl indwelling my bump will fall in love with pink, but in the future certainly will fall for this old pink bread. thanks for beefroots it’s soft, moist, and little bit sweet.

I will never drown out its flavour by unnecessary additions. it tastes the best with genuine unsalted butter.




incredible colour. even if you do not like pink.

beetroot bread

beetroot bread-recipe

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for a hungry husband – beef stew with potatoes and ginger

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.






one of perfect presents – healthy oatcakes

“Celebrate the happiness that friends are always giving, make every day a holiday and celebrate just living!”

~Amanda Bradley

of course, that is the most important in celebrating. but what about celebrating all these things during a party when you are a guest?


when you think about your relative’s or friend’s name day – immediately thoughts about a present appears in mind. and then one another one comes: what should I give him/her?

there are some interesting solutions this dilemma. books (that I prefer if I know a birthday person), CDs… and more, that you can buy.

but you don’t have to buy – what with sth you can do by yourself? I am not so talented doing DIY, but I thought about baking. unfortunately, ‘casual cake’ doesn’t look attractive as a present. for this reason, I decided to do special cookies. healthy, not very sweet, perfect if you watch your waistline. and perfect as a companionship for tea or coffee.

if you want to relieve your ‘cookie present’ – just souse them into melted chocolate. if you wish, sprinkle with chopped  peanuts or desiccated coconut mixed with cocoa powder until chocolate solidifies.


for (my) consolation – penne with chicken and courgette

“I ate breakfast in the kitchen by candle-light, and then drove the five miles to the station through the most glorious October colouring. The sun came up on the way, and the swamp maples and dogwood glowed crimson and orange and the stone walls and cornfields sparkled with hoar frost; the air was keen and clear and full of promise. I knew something was going to happen. ”
― Jean Webster, Daddy Long Legs


I dig this surety that sth is going to happen. when I am waiting for sth all day.
by this time I am bouncing off walls of my empty flat. and I can’t bear it.

I struggle with a serious disease. sometimes I even think I wrestle with it. and that swine makes me sick and exhausted.

I try to fight but the disease is stronger than me. even stronger than my heart’s desire to be healthy.

it seems to be reliant on my activity. well, on the one hand, it is. but it depends how do you understand the word “activity”. but the truth is, it’s some kind of addiction, so, yes, it depends on me. in reality you feel like be in a cage of your mind, psyche.


I haven’t written about my reason of writing this blog yet. here you are my confession (it sounded too moving, sorry for that). I hope you will my spiritus movens to overcome this disease at last (after five years).

for consolation – penne with chicken and courgette recipe. very quick, easy, and extremely delicious!



in the feasts and weekdays – roasted chicken

I love out-of-the-way, rugged places. For me, holidays are about the experiences, and the people, and the memories, rather than sitting on a nice beach getting tanned. I try to plant myself where I am and embrace what is there in front of me. 
~Evelyn Glennie

in front of me was a beautiful beach with fabulous palms on it. and I really didn’t think I must be there. I thought I need to see more places and stop in more cafés and taste more dishes. Spain is perfect to do these things.

I’m back.

sorry I didn’t alert you.

yes, I was in Spain and I’m here with my head full of pictures and memories, but I’ll write about it later.

I’m tired and my camera is still in the camera case.

for this reason today I will give you the recipe for Succulent Roast Chicken With Vegetables “on my/your plate”.

have you ever seen such a crisp crust?

perfect soup for the busy doing whatever they want

Objects in pictures should so be arranged as by their very position to tell their own story.
~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

that’s exactly what I think during taking pictures for my dishes..

well, yes, I am busy young wife.

I always do everything on the run: cook, eat, learn, take a shower, do my housework, do shopping, walk (even if want to slow down).
I live on the run.

and, of course, in this whole scrabble with time I try to find a little time for comfort zone. I mean reading a book, cooking or baking and getting a bang out of it.

for this reason I decided to start writing my blog: not to add another obligation, but to coerce myself to take a break in my hurry-up!-life. because now I have to find time to arrange a dish, take pictures, write a recipe… it is time-consuming, bu it’s definitely well worth the effort.

here you are light healthy soup. it’s time-consuming, but it does on its own. so I can just be laid up now.

perfect soup for the busy doing whatever they want.

vegetable cream soup

saturday means challah

“Do you not know that a little yeast leavens the whole batch of dough? “
~Bible: New Testament, 1 Corinthians 5:6.

that’s right – only 250 g of yeast and I had 3 loaves of challah.





so I wasn’t alone. I was with the crippling smell of challah by then.


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