today's toast

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the best ideas cook up at dawn. do they? 

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i'm dreaming of a few cheese nibbles and garlic yoghurt. furthermore fresh trout mousse (smoked trout + sour cream + black pepper + lemon juice) on sourdough toast. 

add a small handful of yellow cherry tomatoes for colour. 

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too right: tomatoes in winter.... not so ecologically sound. refreshing though!

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drawing | tea time

just losening up 

a bit.

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woolf is tiny 

and experimenting.

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in between 

tea and cake{s}...

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no red riding hood 

for me ...

... but mixing,

... flour, 

and butter,

and sugar 

and cream.

all through  

eisenbach 
castle 
ariane!

 ♪♪ h i c c u p ♫♪

also
giveaway

of mice and (wo)men

i feel generally unconcerned by skittish mice, or even just the one. i have a thought on one in my parents house, pattering over the central heating piping one summer's day, long before stuart little saw any light shining. blinking at me, it soon disappeared off to greener pastures. no, i am a one perturbed by spiders. writing down the word feels like tempting fate. mice, and other rodents, don't faze me. unless. 

i sit watching a movie, relaxed, drowsing perhaps, until i hear a gnawing sound. alarmingly on edge, i am informing the reader that above my head is PLAIN ceiling and a FULLY timbered down mezzanine. but for space, i presume, between ceiling and wooden planking. i start about, the edina way. is the scratching rodent working its skiving way through the hidden ceiling beams? are our mezzanine days numbered? 

the next day, in full daylight, our charles dickens atmosphere subsiding, i am left with the riddle of how the rodent got up there? more pressingly perhaps, how are we going to unburden stuart the second of its predicament?

corner view ≈ ring out the old

i thought i heard the song last december, as it probably gets air play at least once a year. i never realised either, this prooved to be a song with sparse lyrics. ☻ which isn't true at all for alfred, lord tennyson's original words, starting a tradition from the 1850's. year after year and on the occasion of the turn of a new year, by different people around the world, the poem gets recited. {george harrison only turned it a little trivial, and popular.}

enough said. the winter turn and the new year. it has started and it feels wonderful already! does it for you too? the very new in this here, our new, old house, is the addition of a tiny shop, in case you didn't know that already. to justify my marketing babble, there lies a comfort in ackowledging the fact : there's a            · giveaway ·  running. 

ring out the old, ring in the new! ♥

renee chose this week's challenging theme, on jane's corner view, hosted by francesca. 

o'georgia, o'rachel!

at the end of a dreary but comfortingly wet day at the office, i stumble home upon the world. it lies on the concrete floor and looks a little chilled. i press the parcel to my chest, before i carefully pry it open. out pop guardedly wrapped layers of bits and bobs to start me off, dreaming. here i find : rachel and kids, 

all images by rachel fannin

the postcards giveaway, by rachel, showing her dab hand at and good eye for what goes on here and there (many thanks, once again!), 

a reminder of what it is that matters... and last but not least a (cookery) book on, or more precisely by georgia o'keeffe. what can i say? it kicks open an unexpected door on food filosophy, at a time in my life i am questioning my relationship with food, receiving an acclaimed artists' reflection in the bargain. 

overwhelmed. ♥