Cakes and baking are VERY nice but I seldom seem to actually do any. However, since the heatwave went away it's safe to use the oven again without risking a complete melt down, I've had a strong urge to make something but not acted on it. Anyhoo, coming back from yesterdays uber-late luncheon and a lovely leisurely canal walk, I remembered to buy some eggs. At the eleventh hour an improvised creation of what could be found in the cupboard was whipped together (cocoa, cardamon, lingonberry cordial and flaked almonds). When it had cooled of a little I lured my nice & fellow nocturnal neighbour upstairs for a sample slice and tea.
The last time I baked something was in June when we were invited over to Our Favourite Norwegian's back yard for a teeny, weeny but real good Midsummer's celebration. In this town where we live there's very few wild flowers about (and none that you're allowed to pick). I tried to bind a small crown (THE traditional midsummer headgear) from a bunch of purchased Sweet Williams. Without a base of silver-birch twigs it turned into a bit of a struggle but at least it survived the bus ride enough for table decoration...
Not a bite of herring was had but we did indulge in expertly barbecued nutrients as well as a few nicely rose coloured wines. ALL sort of subjects were discussed and Scandihovian music from the last century was played. No new-fangled melodies what so ever. Hooray.
When the charcoal finally died and the evening air turned chilly our hostess supplied us with blankets that we could wrap around us. The Norwegian word to describe this kind of thing is KOSELIG. For dessert we finished what was in the last bottles followed by some darn good coffee and homemade cake*.*You didn't see that one coming, eh. :)
Posts
