I'm going to tell you something dear readers. Something that I probably should not be telling you because I mean, what kind of writer (especially of a blog) thinks such things or even worse, says such things but ... well ... the thing is, I've wanted to keep it to myself for a while. The cooking, that is.
To hug it close to my heart and not share it with anyone. It's strange, I suppose, but I have wanted to cook on my own, just me and the tomatoes and the grassy olive oils. Me and the peppers bubbling in the pan while I gently coaxed them into a beautiful paste. I've wanted to hang the herbs and the flowers I have collected for the teas and to not take one single photo of anything.
Instead, I have been gallivanting around and want to share some other photos with you. Here's some of what I've been up to this last little while ...
Time to dish. Dish up some photos that is.
|Camping by the sea and looking through tent skylights ...|
|Lounging lazily by eastern beaches ...|
|Camping not by the sea in this too authentic teepee freezing my butt off while pregnant spiders dangled in my face. Quelle horreur. I'll tell you about it.|
|Reminding myself ...|
|Travelling back in time ...|
|Finding hearts ...|
|Losing it a bit with my first lobster bib ...|
|Creating counter carnage art ...|
|Eating the best blueberry pie of my life. Period.|
|Watching my baby get cleaned by the cutest parrot ever. She was licking his stubble. Yep. It happened.|
|This is what made me lose it with above mentioned bib. I just could not contain myself.|
|And of course, taking pictures of Napa...|
|Lots of them ...|
|Because she is just so cute. And precious. And I love her.|
|And I just want to squeeze her. Bebek.|
Tomorrow, I have a recipe.
Happy Fall dear readers.