Once more 2021 keeps walking a very straight, very postcard’esque line through the seasons! Almost perfectly on cue at the beginnibg of October, the tell-tale autumn winds started chasing rain-heavy clouds across the skies above us, leaving just enough breathing room in between the gusts to allow us to hear the chestnuts falling off the trees left right and center. (my condolences to anyone who couldn’t find a better parking spot…) And, of course, allowing just the perfect amount of sunshine through for us to go for extended walks through the wild explosion of color that is the landscape surrounding us these days.
Friends, Romans, Countrymen… I have a problem. Or so it would seem. Only now that I’m sitting here, Iced Peach Tea in one hand and latest recipe notes in the other, ready to share the yumness with you guys I realize that this is the third recipe involving peaches and/or nectarines in a row. Third one for you guys, that is… lots more on my side of the screen. And it’s not even our region’s peach season yet! I’m so sorry! I’m not even sure where that sudden obsession came from!
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~
Since my slightly winter-intoxicated post two weeks ago, we’ve gone through a screeching 180° turn temperature-wise. From -15°C to +15°C within a week. Now that my system has somewhat acclimatized to the sudden change, I have to admit, I don’t really trust those innocently sparkling powder blue skies out there just yet – not enough to give in to the budding urge to completely ditch the wintery cuisine for something more fresh, zingy and potentially outdoorsy in any case~
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.
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.
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.
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.
Managing leftovers has never been so exciting~! See, up until a handful of weeks ago, I was under the impression that Hubby and I would skip out on the whole vacation thing this year and save up some quid for a far away bucket-list getaway next year instead. And sure, with a major travel destination dangling in front of your nose as the proverbial carrot, staying in for the year might not be all that yawnilicious.
After last weeks Homage to Cow, so to speak, I decided it’s time for a vegetarian dish. Actually, scratch that – I’ve made this one several times before actually paying any attention to the fact that it’s “vegetarian”. To me, this one is proudly wearing the colors of August in our region, highlighting the delicious stonefruityness of the month and (quite literally) wrapping up the deal with a hint of the signature delicacies at home just a little further down south.