Saturday, August 31, 2013

Wednesday, August 28, 2013


This summer we really harvest our own-grown zucchini (last year's was fake... remember?). Hubby's little vegetable garden worked some zucchini magic over the last months. So now Clara has the real green deal in her hands.

Clara was very interested to know how much such a zucchini would cost at the supermarket and how much we paid for the original plant...

... while Carolina went straight for the taste.

Two plants, four zucchini so far.

And there are more to come.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013


We all love berries in our family. Perfectly sized to eat for even the littlest one, sweet and so good for you on top of that. On one of his business drives Hubby discovered a blueberry farm not far away from us and last Sunday morning we ventured out there.

It was a perfect little trip. Big fun picking your own berries... 

... and nibble all along the way.

That's just the best way to eat them - fresh, ripe and raw.

Perfect as they are.

... or make Fudgy Wudgy Blueberry Brownies:

(vegan recipe link here)

(I used "perfect" three times in this post, but couldn't think of another way to describe it just as it was... perfect)

Monday, August 26, 2013

Harvest Time

This week I will show you some of the fresh produce in our garden and elsewhere that we are very much enjoying right now. Starting off with my favourite fruit of the moment - figs.

Sweet, succulent and sexy - 
they are something I am looking forward to in late summer.

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Monday, August 19, 2013

Vegan Progress

I was really amazed when I went to Oldenburg's main bookstore the other day. Just there to get a present (a pumpkin cookbook) for a friend's birthday, an unexpected vegan section caught my eye. No, catching my eye is too soft an expression... totally hit me... in a very pleasant way.

3 shelves of books about veganism and vegan cookbooks (one raw).

Shudder, shudder, and that's meat.

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Friday, August 2, 2013

Handmade Sri Lanka

Sri Lanka is too hot to knit, in my experience. I preferred meditatively staring at the rotating fan at rest times. And I didn't see anybody knit, either. But I kept my eyes open and found these crochet flowers on display in Colombo's YWCA:

So Sri Lanka might not be a lot about yarn and knitting needles, but I saw a couple of sewing machines. Old sewing machines:

Still in use by their proud owners - "It's a Singer!" they assured me.

And not only sewing machines - oddly, Singer seems to be all over Sri Lanka from furniture to financing.