Here's an aerial view of my bicycle, which I have started to call "the Schwarz-cycle" inside my head. It's the bike directly to the left of the one on its side. I'm taking the photo from the kitchen window of the corridor. We're on the sixth floor.
And here's the kitchen, where most of the food-magic happens.
The kitchen can get quite dirty but lately it's been just me around. I try and keep it clean.
This is a sample of what my evenings of solitude can look like.
This particular night I had tried to make cacciatore chicken but I couldn't find any chicken breast at the store. I wanted to substitute something and I figured sausage would work nicely but I couldn't read the packaging of the sausage so I settled for a sausage with what appeared to be an Italian name. The flavor turned out to be fairly strange but it tasted OK with the pan-fried green peppers and onions in a tomato sauce.
So that's a typical night for me. A book, the cellphone, food, and a beverage in the silence of a summer corridor.
On one of Carl's days off we decided to bake something Swedish and this is what we decided on.
They are Swedish cinnamon rolls or "Kanelbullar". Fairly easy to make but extremely addicting and regrettably fattening. I have decided that they will become an item at my used bookstore/cafe of dreams. If anyone has any other recipes to suggest, desserts or otherwise, please share! One of my dreams is to actually learn how to cook and not just always trust my nose and a Google recipe. And my cafe dream? Ever since Berlin I've had this idea of opening an international cafe with used books for sale, preferably in the US. It couples all my interests into one location. Thoughts, tips, ideas, encouragements, questions?
Remember when I wrote about my dinner at that Greek restaurant? Here's the view from our riverside seats.
As well as the flowers along the rail by our feet.
I think that's it for now. Two posts in one day is pretty productive. I wouldn't want anyone to get bored but I still wonder. Is anyone still reading?
1 comment:
I would come to that cafe. Would you be willing to have schweineohren and/or shortbread as well?
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