Ever since we made these Almond Butter and Blueberry popsicles – we are very much addicted. Even though our summer here in Weimar is not as exemplary as we would like it to be, we are still getting a few sunny and warm days in between grey cooler days. Nothing however, seems to dampen our mood this summer break! We are enjoying it to the fullest with our popsicle creations. These all fruit tutti frutti popsicles bring on the best of the summer days.
Ever since our return from Alaska the weather has been a bit of everything. From warm sunny days with a cooling breeze, to hot humid days similar to those in Dubai or even monsoon-like summer rainy days reminiscent to Bombay, to cool autumn-like mornings. It seems Mother Nature just is having trouble deciding on which weather to shower on us.
It feels good to be back home! After over 3000 kilometers through the Normandy from Étretat to Mont Saint Michel then over to the Pays D’Auge and ending in Versailles and Paris, we are quite contended to be back home. After a little over two and half weeks of living in a RV the luxury of space is felt in every room but most of all in my kitchen. It was a sensational vacation: we hiked on steep cliffs, we relaxed under gorgeous cornflower blue skies, we swam in the ocean and we ate our weight in mussels, oysters and seafood.
It’s been glorious the past few weeks. The warmth of the sun, long mild days, gorgeous light, clear blue skies and sultry evenings - all the ingredients that make a sweet summer’s day. Summer for me usually chimes in with the ringing of the bell at Soeren’s school. His excitement of having the next 6 weeks off is so contagious that it marks the begin of an entire season for me.
While I wait for Spring to fully arrive at the markets I am satisfying the deep sweet cravings with chocolate … and coffee. It’s an intense but exquisite pairing that one can very easily get addicted to. Doesn’t addiction come is so many forms?
Summer break has come and gone already. It was not long ago we were eagerly counting down the days to spending two relaxing weeks in Gozo. Excited with anticipation of discovering a new country and just happy to know that the three of us would be together for the entire two weeks. I admit there was anxiety too. Anxiety knowing that the three of us sounds just right in theory but practically we were out of practice being together for such a long period.
Seemingly non-stop July. Long, endless, lazy days and it seems like everything has slowed down. The wheels appear to turn a lot slower than they do during the rest of the year. School’s out and there’s a more relaxed attitude to the daily routine. My mind, wandering to far away golden beaches and azure blue seas, gets excited at thoughts of a vacation just around the corner.
I am a child of the Eighties, part of the disco era and the real MTV generation. I grew up in a decade where we made a statement with extravagant neon colored fashion, big hair and loud music. The years defined us, made us idealists and pushed us into the 21st century as adults, ready to pass on the same idealism to our children – the children of the twenty first century.
