Evolving

 

Today I feel like writing. Not a poem or a short story, the way I often do lately, not even a text accompanying an “artistic” picture that sends me back on a trip to memory lane, I feel like writing a bit about myself and my life. Well, what do you know, you’ll probably say, isn’t it the only thing you do? 😉 Well, I read somewhere (I can’t remember where for the life of me), I read about this universal question and its universal answer- “What makes your problems bigger than anybody else’s?” “Because they’re mine!”- and what can I say,  it’s the perfect description.

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Apple galette

So I made this amazing galette last week, but it didn’t turn out as pretty as today, which is why I had to wait to share the recipe with you. I found it here and I only dropped the salt caramel, although I had more than a week to find the time to make it, but either I didn’t have enough butter, a clean pan or the disposition for it, ’cause it never materialized.

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Elderberry adventures

On my way to yoga yesterday morning, I couldn’t help but notice a huge elderberry tree heavy with ripe berries glistening in the sun. For the entire yoga practice I couldn’t concentrate on the breathing since my mind was drifting towards the berries all the time: Run home and grab the scissors, no, wait, you need to wash your hair and put on a pretty dress first, so the pictures don’t turn into the ones you took a couple of years ago! (link further down) Haha!

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Whole Wheat Bread

For the longest time, I’ve been struggling to eat bread from the shop, since after a couple of days it gets too hard and with my braces, I just can’t chew it. So after attending Marte Marie Forsberg’s workshop in England, I got hooked on no-knead bread. No need to tell you that it was such an eye-opener that I started experimenting with other types of bread- don’t get me wrong, I’ve been baking bread occasionally before, but now I’m talking about baking every other day or so. But hey, when the result is this good and the effort is minimal, why the hell not?

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Recipe for two hearty breads

2 breads made i 2 liters’ forms or baked round on a parchment paper

500 g wheat flour
450 g whole wheat flour
200 g rye flour
1 ½ tea spoon salt
50 g linseeds
1 bag of yeast, dry or fresh
8 dl water, around 30 degrees C

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Mix the dry ingredients in a large baking bowl. If you use fresh yeast, you can crumble it in the mixture as well. Add the water and set the mixer on its lowest speed. Knead the bread for 15-18 minutes. (I’ve done it by hand, even though I have a Kitchen Aid, and it worked just fine. I must have kneaded it for 5 minutes all together, I’m an efficient mother f*. haha!)

Cover the dough with a kitchen towel and let it rest for about an hour, until it doubles its size. If you have a silicon form like me, just sprinkle it with flower, if you have the classic metal one, butter them with oil or butter.

Use some flour on your baking table and knead the dough once, then divide it into two parts. Roll them into bread and place them into the forms, making sure you stretch them to fit as good as possible. Let them rest for 40 more minutes, covered in a towel, until the dough rises over the edge of the form.

Bake for 45-50 minutes at 180 degrees C, until the temperature inside is 98-99 degrees C. Take the bread out of the form and let them rest under a towel.

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Bon appetit!

 

Winter by the Black Sea

In my desire to cope with my severe winter apathy and in my longing for the mother country, however far and cold and unfriendly, I stumbled upon the photographic work of Dan Cristian Mihailescu and I found some deliverance.Skjermbilde 2017-01-10 10.40.27.pngIt’s the deserted landscapes that appeal to me, you get the feeling that when winter sets in, human presence recedes. In its desolation, the beach and its rocks seem to cling to life in a desultory manner. Skjermbilde 2017-01-10 10.41.13.pngI long for an empty field, where winters come and go and leave only traces of seagull steps in the snow. Skjermbilde 2017-01-10 10.42.29.pngskjermbilde-2017-01-10-10-43-31

Source: http://www.danmihailescu.ro