Runeberg

Well well, Runeberg's day (Finnish national poet) came and went (5.2) and, as always with celebrations that give you an excuse to make something nice to eat, we seized the opportunity and baked some Runeberg's Tarts:

 Who could say no to something with both icing and jam?

 Quack quack!

The greenhouse (space between curtains and window in living room) has started to show some signs of life! How unexpected.

Cress in a hurry.

Alas, the weekend is drawing near. Tonight is there is indian food on the menu. Homebaked naan-bread, homemade raita/tzatziki, home-marinated chicken pieces . . .

Visitors

A certain fellow student took me and a couple more classmates on a trip to collect driftwood. We didn't find that much driftwood, but a couple of pieces of fossilized wood were found, and I myself picked half a tonne of shells and pieces of them. I also found a funny looking lead-weight used for fishing. It looked like a lunar module... or a virus. Also got treated with soup and sponge, super nice!

Tomorrow Roomie's mother and sister come visiting, we might go to London on Saturday. My goal for that trip is to buy Jelly Beans.


Oh yeah, baked more mazarines today! Or well, Roomie did most of the work, really.

Oh Let Me Be Your Sledgehammer

If all the chips (or crisps, as they're called here in Britain, since chips are french fries. Like, duh) were hand made, they'd be way more expensive, I reckon. But the ones I made did taste good. Didn't last too long though, sadly.


I lied talked about putting up images from Whitstable in this post Well, here's some pictures from there. My images will maybe appear tomorrow. See, I have been quite busy today. Reading, frying, baking, playing, grocery shopping, eating. . . well you get the picture. Then I was forced to watch an artistic animation, plus a couple of episodes of Flying Circus, and last but not least (but it was actually the one we watched first) a:

marvellous music video.
(catchy song too. Thanks longhaired roomie.)

While you're baffled and bedazzled by that piece of art, I'll go to sleep. Don't forget to analyze the lyrics.


(I kind of like how the sentences I write in the 'labels' section become rather cryptic when the words are arranged in alphabetical order. See it as a little extra challenge. Or a cheap laugh.)