literary rhapsodies, emotional outbursts, bad puns and creative output from a slightly distracted and highly disturbed mind with a big heart and an occasionally dark sense of humour
Recipes with long intros because this is a blog, favourite foods and drinks, and just everything food-related
Meine diesjährigen Plätzchenempfehlungen rechtzeitig zum Fest! Meine Motivation in der diesjährigen Vorweihnachtszeit ist gleich null. 2019 hatte ich mehr christmas spirit und da hatte mich meine Mutter ausgeladen. Soviel zu meiner aktuellen Gemütsverfassung. Aber wie sagte Pablo Tusset so schön? „Der Schein muss gewahrt werden, er ist das einzige, was wir haben.“ In diesem Sinne…
„Se non è piccante non è calabrese.” – Calabresisches Sprichwort Über die italienische Küche muss nicht viel gesagt werden (tu ich natürlich trotzdem), höchstens davon schwärmen sollte man (tu ich ausführlichst). Es hat schon seinen Grund, dass alle anderen Länder alle anderen Länder ebenso oft in der Gastronomie repräsentieren wie die heimischen, während es in…
A treat from my childhood Background story, worth reading, imho. I’m a middle-of-the-summer child. My birthdays have always been within the big summer break – school, university, theatre – and all my friends were usually oot and aboot (whenever I write that phrase, there is a little Rose Tyler in my head mocking the Scottish…
It’s November, the month of ghastly weather. You need proof? Yesterday, Oct 31st, it was golden, sunny, warm. Today, November 1st, it’s all wind and rain, a preview of this months prospects. Perfect time to snuggle up, drink tea, and watch the raindrops roll down the windows while an Erik Satie piano piece is playing….
Buon Giorno! Mi chiamo Julia e sono tedesca. Habito a Friburgo e non parlo italiano which is why that’s it with the Italian and back to English. Even though it is such a beautiful language and I’ve been meaning to learn it for a long time and actually started once and was quite decent two…
Quarantine = Baking Time. But then any time is baking time and I‘m only self-isolating not quarantining and that was a bad rhyme anyway, a so-called unreiner Reim, and we don’t want no unrein, dirty, contaminated stuff, just everything disinfected and hand-washed often. And I can do better. Wait for it. There was a young…
Despite my great proclamations of being unproductive – and I really am with anything related to getting my shit together – it seems lockdown finally unleashed the BAKER CAT in me and whilst I’m not gonna join the sourdough club- I live above a bakery, next to a bakery, across from a bakery so there…
….is that title of a satirical masculine cookbook by Bruce Feirstein. And this is a recipe. Not from the book. And counterproductive for all alpha males out there. So everyone with a fragile masculinity should probably stop reading and start on more testosteroic activities – The Manly Art of Knitting should do the trick, another…
And because it is Wednesday and I am feeling blue I had another of my famous late night baking session. Today is my Dad’s birthday (or would have been, for that matter) and every year, I try to make something with crumbles, zu Deutsch Streusel. He loved Streuselkuchen, plain and simple – a sweet yeast…
That lovely featured image up there was once the famous result of a (serious and scientificially substantiated) Buzzfeed quiz, approved by Winston Churchill and recommended by The Doctor. Later on, I got “as British as Stephen Fry walking Corgies”, which is an equally desirable result – Stephen Fry, if you read this, I wanna walk…