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?
For the last 3 or 4 weeks, Mother Nature has given us her best Confetti Parade impression – an artist gone nuts wih a palette of yellows, reds, browns and greens… and everything in between. All the while, the sun was giving the scenery her best smile in support of the shenanigans below. Hiking through our put-professionally-photoshopped-autumn-postcards-to-shame forests has been an absolutely breathtaking blast, let me tell you!
I know, I know… I just shared a salad recipe with you last time but… the shere fun of that one in combination with the currently relatively mild temperatures outside made me want more! This one’s a much loved health-nut-approved quick-fix and a true autumn classic in our neck of the woods.
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.
In case you’ve been following my footsteps through the world of all things delicious for some time, you’ve probably noticed that a) I’m a bit shy with sweets in general and b) apart from a weak spot for a piece of brownie that appears about once a year, I’m not a cake person. Never been one, actually, despite my grandma’s best efforts. So when I suggested a visit to a tea house famous for it’s cakes – one that I’ve been reading about everywhere I looked while researching the tasty aspects of Madeira before our first trip all those years ago – Hubby and I were actually equally… surprised, to say the least.
September, golden September! Wine Harvest, anything involving grapes and related outdoorsy things you can do during these times, hikes, excursions and picnics – all asking for delicious little bites to recharge hike-depleted batteries or soak up some of the liquids that may have been sampled along the way!
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.
Ah… Summer. Summer in the city, to be precise. Not all that comfy at times, but lucky for us, our hometown is bracketed by mountain ranges, all conveniently covered in the signature lush, pillowy dark greens of the middle mountains, dotted with a few splotches of red and yellow here and there. Whenever the hubbub of the city is getting to us, we simply hit the road, our picnic stuff, hiking boots and a bottle of water in tow, following the cool, calm and serene call of the forest.
You’d think that knowing of a certain events’ approach, seeing as it’s actually an annually re-occuring event, would cushion the touchdown of said event. Of course, I’m talking Summer-Break. A third of the office is well, out of the office – or rather “Home Office” – one third is dreamily anticipating being out of the office and the other third has one foot out of the door already, counting down in hours and seconds rather than weeks.
For some reason, even after all these years, it still surprises me how people manage to make a whole city smell like a ginormic BBQ pit for weeks on end once the weather has found a stable routine during the Summer months without burning the whole town into a pile of smoldering ashes. After all, the use of open fires, coal-fired BBQs and all their gizmo’ish relatives are, at least in the densely populated areas of town, forbidden by law for exactly that reason.