|Not a soul on the street.|
|Pferd and ente joined us.|
|the banana bread tastes exactly like my grandmother's, which is excellent. I have never been able to capture that flavor.|
|Freyja selected a brioche, and proceeded to pick all the sugar off the top, to "save for later."|
|Rolf elected to pour a lot of pepper on his roll.|
|I love this place, I could live here. the color, the big windows, the pine fixtures. Perfection.|
|searching for quinoa and lentils|
|I made this veggie basket for my mother in law. |
She has come to cooking late, at 71 she is trying her hand at fresh food (thanks to 13 years with a pushy daughter in law!), she even took up an interest in fancy salts, in the bottom of the basket is some pink Himalayan sea salt, and some Hawaiian black salt. I suppose it is a weird gift. I don't like to give flowers, unless the person is a flower person, otherwise it just feels like something that will wilt and die and need to be thrown away.
I sent my mother a card.
I phoned her too, on second thought, in case the card was too minimalistic.
She just returned from Prague, I had no idea. We don't really talk, it is is strange, to phone and have someone say "I just got home from Prague" How lovely for you, I guess .
The notion of mother's day is sort of weird.
I miss my grandmother and I don't really know what to do with a whole day devoted to something that makes me uncomfortable.
I am not close to my parents, they have other people that they chose to be close to, it is all very polite, but often awkward.
I hope that there is never a time when I am in Eastern Europe and my children don't know it.
I hope very sincerely to have a relationship with them that keeps us knowing which continent we all are on, all the time.