Ooooooh yay! September, golden September! Now that (I sincerely hope this won’t turn into a cruel case of “famous last words” …) the Sun and her summery sidekicks “Blistering Heat” and “Choking Doldrums” are going seperate ways for a while, the time has come to tie on a pair of hiking boots and enjoy the late-Summer scenery around us in all its glory. Of course, long forest-hikes call for refreshments, and an idea I had tucked away in my headspace ages ago had the chance to hatch and quickly grow into the perfect pick-me-up for the occasion.
As Summer is slowly nosing it’s way in, the sizzling warning shots vigorously announcing its arrival usually send me into some sort of a panicky rush, reminding me of all those yummy things I should definitely cook once more before it gets too hot to even think about turning on the stove. This year though, blissfully moderate temperatures and cool nights actually made it possible for me to go about the whole thing with a bit more brainpower and prepare.
Down here in South-Western Germany, wedged in between the French and Swiss border and with the Italian and Austrian ones what feels only like a stone’s throw away for that matter, it’s really hard not to think “Savory” when the concept of pastries comes up at exactly the right moment. Of course, there’s our signature thinnest-possible-crust-tart concept plus anything that grows on trees or bushes around here at any given time, but that’s a whole other story~
Minus 14°C. Snow. Windy. Did I mention the minus fourteen degrees celcius already? Well, what can I say… I’m absolutely extatic about it, jumping up and down in front of the window every morning these days~! It’s W.I.N.T.E.R for the first time in… I think it’s been at least 10 years that I’ve dug out a wool sweater during “winter” time and even longer since I’ve been woken up by the neighbour being massively displeased about having to shovel the sidewalk free of snow and letting the whole street know all about it at 5:30 in the morning.
Dangit… how do I justify whipping up/indulging in/writing about ice cream in December, yet again? Ah! I actually have several good excuses! For one: I’m just weird like that. Ice cream in Winter, viciously hot Chili con Carne when the sun puts on her best battering ram impression. Secondly: In times like these… who doesn’t need a delicious little pick-me-up every now and again?
Today’s inspirational, fantastic fantastical virtual-world recipe sent me onto an extended hike down memory lane when I first discovered it in my Chef’s Guild recipe list a couple of years ago. See, back when I was a kid, my grandparents had a habit of dragging me to go visit the extended family scattered up and down both sides of the German-French border on weekends.
Right now, I’m sitting in front of my screen, cozied up in a comfy shawl and getting ready for an extended stroll through the “Jormag Rising” Chapter of the current Living Story of Guild Wars 2, and having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that just a week ago, while this year’s 35°C+ Hell Weeks were still in full swing, the thought of turning my PC on for longer than 10 mins would have made me pass out with a heat stroke right then and there.
Welcome to the typical progression of my personal gaming-related groundhog… Summer, I suppose. Every year, my time spent in Tyria is cut short by the temperatures outside turning sauna’esque and the need to keep the PC running on an all-time-low-duration (aka: off.) to keep the inside temperatures at a bearable level. Of course, while not roaming the Tyrian countryside on a regular basis, my mind tends to wander off into Tyria’s kitchens – and comes up with long-forgotten things that would be perfect to cook and eat, and pronto!
Sometimes, mainly when you’re going about your day completely unaware of the concept that a random idea is about to set you off on an unexpected adventure, you may encounter a seemingly insignificant little thing that burrows deep into your headspace as soon as you try to put it away.
You know, I’ve made peace with my oven-less kitchen. I actually enjoy the challenge to work around it and come up with ways to prep typical “fresh out of the oven” dishes without one with the same delicious outcomes. As I’ve mentioned before, the one thing I was sad to let go when I moved into this house was cookies – or to be precise, the Yuletide/Christmas related gang of cookies and treats that used to be a big deal in my grandma’s kitchen.