I just can’t believe we are already this far into summer. August is this year’s sweetest month, I am still not sick of ice cream (never ever), cakes overtopped with berries have a regular appearance on my plate and I just had an oatmeal chocolate cookie with the size of my head, yes this was lunch. Kale, who are you? See you in autumn. It’s my birthday at the end of August and I indulge everything about this time of the year: sunflowers, peaches, pies and garden parties, just to name a few off the top of my head. Read more >>
by Eva Felis on July 31, 2015
by Eva Felis on July 24, 2015
Let’s just go ahead and blame the heat for me sitting here and staring holes into the wall, while I actually should take care of unpopular stuff like work. My mind has a mind of it’s own and I have been walking around in my daydreams. Certainly thinking about food, last year’s recipe for raspberry-marzipan coffee cake – loved the flavors, what would be the best substitute for the AP flour? Hm, I have to figure this out next weekend. That’s for sure… Read more >>
by Eva Felis on July 20, 2015
One of Henry James’ famous quotes is: “Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.” Add “happy hour-happy hour” to this and you have my favorite idea of summer afternoons. It has become a thing around my house to have a Friday-afternoon-hell-yeah-it’s-weekend cocktail on the porch. It’s one of my favorite hours, not just because of the cocktail. There is just this beauty in sitting down, talking, shaking off the work week and making plans for the weekend. Read more >>
by Eva Felis on June 30, 2015
We got to shake things up once in a while. Let’s beat the heat of the summer. Let’s cook cold soup. Let’s eat something pink. Read more >>
by Eva Felis on June 16, 2015
by Eva Felis on May 29, 2015
I am jump-starting today’s post with a disclaimer, pickled radishes evolve from all white with a red rim into bright raspberry pink. They get prettier hour by hour.
by Eva Felis on May 22, 2015
If it comes right down to barbecuing, I am out. Through I don’t believe in traditional assignment of roles, I didn’t even light this grill outside once. One part is I am happy to entrust this duty to Mr. F and the other is, he even loves it. I also assume his concern is, if I ever get a saying about his grill business, he sees fish and veggies more often than steaks on his plate.