A new cafe has opened in the small village close to our cabin. So far open only on Saturdays, which was perfect for us yesterday, in the rain.
5 old tables, a sofa, chairs, all gathered from thrift stores and garage sales. White delicate china, from grandma's time, again all different though all were decorated in pink roses. I could have taken all their china collection home....there and then. My basket was big enough, would anybody have notoced.....
Can you see my basket on the chair. It is a favorite one. Bought at an outdoor market in Mexico City, brought home via a week in Roma with friends. At the cabin it holds my knitting, Cotton skeins which are made into towels and wash clothes in all different shades of blue and green. Sea and sky.
The cakes were all handmade. Huge pieces for the small plates."Please help yourself with more coffee". A side table was filled with coffee table books, food their theme - bread baking around the world, apple - myth, history, use.......
Apple blossoms everywhere. It is apple blossom time in Norway. Late this year!
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Sunday morning. The rain has stopped. The sun might beat the clouds today. The birds are awake, thousands of them, all singing. I will make myself a mug of tea and two pieces of bread with brown goat cheese.
Life is good.
In spite of all their roses and apple blossoms, the cafe did not serve apple pie, nor did they have rose jam.
Do you have a favorite apple recipe to share?
