When the sun is setting, between dusk and darkness, there is a moment when the light turns blue. And the world stops for a heartbeat.
My breakfast during the week does not vary much. I’m fond of some Finncrisp (dried rye bread) and fruit (the type of fruit varies tho) – as simple and easy as it gets. However, as I saw these bake-in-a-mug breakfast muffins, I was unable to resist. And I’m glad I didn’t. It was delicious!
About the maximum amount of cooking I can fit to a weekday morning.
I am a highly unorganised person. If you don’t believe me, ask anyone who has ever spent longer intensive periods of time with me. Through years of practise, I have learned to maintain a resemblance of order, especially in public. At work, I have even been complemented as highly organised (shows you how easily people can be fooled…). But inevitably the facade always comes crashing down and I lose the plot. I try to do this when I’m alone and have time to sort out the mess.
The only exception for the rule is cooking. I am an organised cook – I plan the process ahead, get ingredients out and measure things ready. I even make sure I chop everything I will not have time to chop during the cooking process. I often wish I could bring this attitude more into the rest of my life.
Stuart wishes it too.
I think i said it earlier – naartjies are my favourite fruits. Luckily they are in season three times a year. (Fresh does not always mean green…) For today’s photo I wanted to play around with the idea of stored vs. fresh food. Some difference.
I enjoy the ‘drama of cooking’. And I don’t mean the drama of MasterChef (although I really enjoy that too!). I love the chefs who are proud of what they do, and willing to take that one extra step to make the experience of eating special – even if it is just flambéing the calamari at the table.
Raw pineapple is the only thing I’m allergic to – Something I found out the hard way years ago, after having some pineapple for lunch during work. After the pineapple is cooked, the acidity reduces and I can happily eat it to my heart’s content. Nevertheess, we rarely have pineapple in the house.
Last weekend I found a recipe I wanted to try. Luckily pineapples are in season.
I don’t drink coffee. I absolutely love the idea of it – the Something-to-start-your-day, the flavours, the warm cup… I would love to drink coffee. I just detest the taste. Hate it.
So I would choose breakfast every morning. And Stuart would always choose coffee.
Braai is probably the best ‘South African’ word there is. It just sounds so much better than BBQ. Even my Finnish family has adopted the word to their speech. And luckily, spit braai does not actually require you to spit.
The perfect teacup is big enough to hold with two hands comfortably. Smaller cups can never bring that feel of warmth. And the perfect teacup is yellow.
Self-made samosas in the freezer are the ultimate just-in-case snack. Stuart and I made another batch today – with just enough fooling around in the kitchen. The problem is that when the in-case moment arrives, the samosas are typically already gone. But we can always make more.
It’s not the first time I mention pasta as a saviour of a long evening. It’s been busy few weeks at work, and sometimes just cooking dinner becomes a challenge (Stuart is travelling again and thus being no help…) – and I’m not even mentioning the challenge of taking the daily photo. Sometimes you can combine both.
Blue Moment 