22.2.18

(Gluten-freeing these DATE BREAKFAST SQUARES by using buck wheat flour turned them into such a crumbly mess, they have to be eaten straight from the pan.)
(Considering the amount of tiny Madeleine moulds I found on the flea market, you might think I finally found all that Lost Time Proust was looking for... but they were produced in West Germany, so they could also be used for "Bärentatzen" - a German bear paw shaped cookie - and we would have to start looking all over again.)
(That golden version of our ARROW RING had quite an exciting journey to its new owner in Hungary, but eventually arrived in the end - now let´s hope she says yes and likes the ring!)




The sheep and cattle are rotting away on their pastures these days, so my sister tells me. After the wettest months in history the fields in Northern Germany are not only drenched but flooded, mud baths. It sounds like a biblical plage, a punishment for a great sin. She is constantly on the line with the veterinary office to get a few of those poor beasts moved to dryer grounds, probably making enemies with every farmer around.

I crush the chickpeas so they might soak up their tomato broth (you could also call it "red water"), hoping I won´t throw up afterwards - my belly is in excellent shape these days. The next day I place an order for a juicer (a slightly damaged model from Amazon Marketplace) and a lot of supplements - I am going to jump on the CELERY JUICE train in full speed. When they arrive, the packets of barley grass powder, ashwagandha and spirulina smell like incense sticks. I have to figure out some of the combinations, so far ashwagandha and l-lysin gives me an unpleasant dizzyness that must be avoided in the future. Before my first green smoothie I am really scared, but then the mixture of baby spinach, avocado, pear and the juice of a blood orange tastes unexpectedly lovely and afterwards I feel pumped at first and then vomity, then good again and surprisingly full - after I had a few "Energy Balls" and a scalding hot golden milk to warm up again. Smoothies do make me freeze a lot, I could never add ice chips to them since this would make me probably turn completely blue. I have no idea how to address this issue so far, I did however figure out the vessel-problem - since regular large glasses being to small for these quantities, I switched to my BEER MUGS. This has not been a satisfactory solution due to their un-spoon-ablitly, so I am doing bowls now - yeah, that´s how late I am to every fad around. To speed up the ripening of all those smoothie-bananas, I drape them around apples, it kind of looks like a banana-nest filled with apple-eggs. The ceiling above my Vitamix is blue berry splattered by now. I brew my fresh sage and thyme tea in the almost empty jar of my favorite local HONEY, so nothing gets wasted. There are jars filled with seeds and beans in every stage of sprout on my counter, including mold. At least I think it is mold, unless they have grown very furry roots (a quick Google search later I have to admit I was wrong about the mold, it is fibrous roots instead). My mum sometimes busted out some mungbeans when we were kids and I loved their taste and crunch, so there is a Weck jar filled with those too. Broccoli simply won´t work in my environment, they turn to a smelly mush no matter which sprouting technic I use. The "Spicy Sprout Mixture" gives me heartburn in the end, so I am down to alfalfa by now. My favorite tastes these days are MUSTARD (still have to try the sprout variety), vinegar (please try that BROCCOLI WITH RAISINS and soba noodles) and salt, probably all very un-raw and un-clean.

This goes quite well for a few days, then I start feeling queasy by just thinking about that green stuff and I move on to making pestos (with raisins, of course) instead of smoothies, to be had with roasted vegetables. I usually do a huge batch with my farmers market loot, so I have lots of left overs to use up during the week. Also I think I should stay clear of legumes, the verdict is still out on (totally not raw) sauerkraut - how can something supposedly so good for your gut give you that much gas? This is a fact however: Vitamixing and juicing means so much cleaning up - I think my diet so far is a huge waste of water.

Also in my shopping basket: a JADE ROLLER. You can definitely expect a complete transformation of myself and I will soon present you the new and depuffed Anna!


There is a construction site on one of the four bridges I cross everyday, so they shut down one bike lane and I have to use the other side - after a week I am still thrown by that fact. I am such a creature of habit with such set ways. Each morning is a struggle now, since I have changed my own feeding routine and I have to concentrate very hard to get everything in line. Flexibility is not my forte, but I never said otherwise. In the hands of a psychologist I would very likely be diagnosed with an adjustment disorder within seconds, but I rather go with astrology and call this my stubborn Bavarian taurus streak. And it was probably the blue super moon that made me realize so many things about myself lately, strangely enough a few of them surfacing while talking on Skype. The discussion had nothing to do with anything, it was just seeing myself behaving in certain ways on that tiny screen in the right upper corner of the screen. I do not know how to change these habits but I feel it is crucial to do so, so I am watching myself rather closely now.

Yes, I am new to Skype, but the screen sharing option is pretty great, so we´re using it a lot while working on a book project. In between my sister and her boyfriend show me their kitchen re-enactment of a German gold medal winning free skating lift. We move on to doing Aljona´s fist-shake-morphing-into-an-arm-glide, which is basically the only thing we´re able to do somewhat gracefully.












13.2.18

It´s BE YOUR OWN VALENTINE´S DAY which means you get 14% off anything in our SHOP by applying the code TREATYOURSELF (including pieces already on sale) for today only!

And while our HOUR GLASS EAR STUDS, which look like cute tiny bows when turned sideways are on discount, custom made orders are excluded from this offer. 













1.2.18

(As you can tell, we are really fond of our space heater - these 35€ were basically the best money we ever spent. That box full of jewels is all for a bride getting married this February in Italy and it is such a lovely selection of FAKE CRYSTAL RING + EAR STUDS (there are still some left in the SAMPLE SALE), HUGE DROP BRACELET, custom WEDDING RINGS and a ZIG ZAG NECKLACE.)



I couldn´t sleep so I ordered three hairbands on Ebay at one o´clock in the morning. Five minutes later I remembered that they do give me headaches and will probably collide with the temples of my glasses anyway. But I had just seen Leandra Medine wear one while sleeplessly scrolling through Istagram stories and thought hairbands might just be the thing to go with too long, very uncut, split end hair.

Usually my cat has to lick my face to finally get me out of bed, which I consider a wet way of dry brushing and those germs might just give my immune system something to work on to keep up to date, but the next morning something happened that I am most definitely not used to: I "hit the ground running". I always wondered what that might feel like and was sure I would never use this sentence but I basically rushed to work, cleaned the bathroom and some kitchen shelves, wrote lists of things to tick off and couldn´t wait to finally leave the house, go to the workshop and get some brazing done! And I should have stayed with brazing indeed, assembling all those tiny chain pieces and creating bracelets - the little sisters of the RECYCLING SILVER NECKLACE. But no, I was so high spirited I moved on to a heavy dose of gold work just to realize that this is and probably will always be too much at once.

A few days after I wanted to eat a really awesome cake, I had this blurry idea in my mind of it being so tasty and cakey and divine, it felt like remembering something glorious I had actually never tasted, so I paged through Ottolenghi´s Sweet (skipped the ALNATURA BUTTER this time) and made the seemingly unassuming Raisin and Rum Cake (without the rum caramel glaze) since I had both in the house. Soaking the raisins in rum over night already smelled a lot like my favorite Ritter Sport Rum Traube Nuss chocolate and baked with sour cream it just turned into everything I so vaguely wished for. Ate it while catching up with an INTERNET FRIEND being in town for a few hours. Also it was the perfect good bye to sugar, eggs, dairy and gluten since I´m about to embark on a fruit and vegetable diet any day now - all those oranges are just the beginning. Afterwards I went to a Dizzy Birds concert I had gotten W tickets for this Christmas and felt completely destroyed the morning after. Woke up after a nightmarish sleep with a sore neck and hellish back - went on to messing up the inscription of an ARROW BRACELET and then got into a weird funk of self-loathing that had been building up for a few days now. It is a bit about not feeling good enough and therefore rather going for second best, hoping I won´t disappoint this way and not get disappointed myself. It probably started when I was working on a graphic design project and remembered how frustrated I often felt  doing so, fearing never to be able to please the customer since my way of doing it is never the one but only one in a million. Setting out doing a job that is based on pleasing people is quite something, for example I am often asking myself why I am still hoarding all those BARRETTESDOGS and funny LITTLE GUYS. But for real: why don´t you like our barrettes? Is it the pricing? Don´t you wear your hair up? Will I ever go to the GLORY LAND? The night of the concert I did however find an answer to the question if Swing dancing would be something I´d like to try - it certainly is not. Male lead couple dance gives me an odd degraded feeling and I am embarrassed of my sweaty palms - I actually choose my dance partner in 10th grade dancing class based on the fact that he had too, so we created a very salty concoction between the two of us. Also if I would have had him actually lead, we probably would have gotten quite hurt, so naturally I took over and I still don´t think he minded a bit.











23.1.18

Our BOOK CLUB will be meeting again on 31.1. and you are very welcome to join us! Just send an email to mail@wsake.com and I´ll set you up the details!


It does sound more grand and high brow than it actually is, so don´t be afraid - this is a group of lovely ladies (so far no men, but they are "allowed") of various interests and ages (one of them just turned 60, gasp!), who like to meet up once in a while and talk about books and all the other things that might come to mind, while having a glass of wine, verbena tea or a bite to eat at a nice location right at the Danube. And since it is raining almost every time we meet, there is bound to be a discussion about the best waterproof outerwear, too.








21.1.18

 

(For W´s birthday I made the LASAGNA I had on my Christmas time list in the last blog post and some chocolate cream with Amarena cherries and chestnut puree - we all had to lay down afterwards. That panettone with glazed chestnuts in it was divine, the best we ever had - my mum found it a our local Italian grocers after asking the shop keeper which one from the wide range on offer was the best. It was, of course the most expensive one too, but so worth it.)



I am still amazed by the fact how over the holidays are as soon as they are over. The glitter so enticing that day becomes dull over night and festive spices taste only like left overs as soon as January comes around. But it has been surprisingly good, it felt the right kind of lazy, with bits of work throughout and we have been so well fed - basically the only stressful thing being organizing what to eat and when to eat it. Also - rather unexpectedly - winter isn´t bothering me as much as I thought it would, but then the temperatures haven´t dropped too much so far and there have only been two or three un-bikeable days due to snowy or icy streets AND I now own two more layers of down vests. And when I do ride my bike decked out in these I feel happy, no matter the weather. So far even the greyest skies haven´t bothered me, I do feel oddly cheery, a bit bored perhaps, but that might be a good thing.

I´m still at those Nancy Mitford novels and while I do enjoy a lot of those silly, cruel characters, there is something that is worrying me - the women (some of the men, too and no mistake) are mostly busy with nothing but clothes, lovers, "looking after goats" or hunting. One of them is stitching a petit point carpet " in a particularly crude Victorian design of roses and lilies of the valley and blue ribbons" she thinks "too pretty for words" - that´s basically all she does during WWII. Education or occupation is not considered ideal by everyone, it is much better to be lazy. Well, what I´m worried about now is, that this lifestyle might have been perfectly fitting for me - not being overly smart, endeared by all things pretty and tasty and yes, lazy by nature, if I wouldn´t be fighting it all the time. I rise late and then I idle about with endless cups of tea (about three) while checking my RSS reader and Facebook - then I move on to "work". Making jewelry or doing a bit of graphic design is probably just another way of stitching rugs and I will admit that I am planing to make some of these POM POM BUNNIES while the world goes awry - I  have all I need on hand now, even chenille stems in the right size. What I would give for a brilliant mind, but it feels a bit dull instead and I imagine talking to me a quite boring pastime, I am not even a very amusing or sharp gossip. Staying inspired and keeping alert is hard work for me, since I am the kind of person who considers aquiring a new SKIRT an apt way to change the course of ones life (I don´t of course and I didn´t buy it in the end anyway).

One thing I´m quite into recently is deliming my kitchen sink, which is very new to me and since even the smell of bio-degradeable descaling agent gives me head aches I do so after cleaning my water heater with citric acid - I just cover it all with paper towels, pour the diluted acid over it and let it soak for a bit. What is left I use to deep clean the little rose coloured cut-glass bowls the cat likes to eat her Sheba from.


Off to stitching und gushing about a particularly stunning flower arrangement on a jade table I just spotted on Instagram!