Category Archives: HAPPY

Happy Moose: Week 47/2016

  • So, should I make a chocolate cake, a fruit cake or a nut cake?
  • Yes. 
  • Yes what?
  • All of them.


(In the end it turned out sometimes more is definitely more. Like: a dates-butter-cocoa-cranberries-tahini with pekmez-coconut-wholemeal cake. With perfect taste. *sigh indeed*)




Happy Moose: Week 46/2016

It has always been important to me to live in an area where a walk is always possible. To have an enchanting forest so near is simply wonderful.

Happy Moose: Week 44/2016

Last week, I took two days off: Been studying for my criminal law exam these days and of course loving it, even though I spend much time reading about murder and slaughter.

Might be the right time to learn about this shit. (<- black humor).


Happy Moose: Week 43/2016

Happy Moose: Week 42/2016

My first reaction to Michael Pollan’s Cooked was “BLEURGHHHH”!!!!?!!!!

Why on earth did I keep on reading the book even though the first part is all about roasting pigs, I don’t know. I still remember how much I hated the pictures this chapter invokes.

But then … my suffering paid off.

First, I induced some of our favorite veggies to ferment and while waiting for the results, I bought and used a grain mill.

I don’t understand why I hadn’t done it much earlier … the bread is delicious and it certainly makes fun to mill one’s wheat (or rye or …).



brot22(sea salt with algae and avocado, of course)

Happy Moose: Week 41/2016




I guess admitting I am a Schwarzwald junkie simply makes me an average middle-aged person (Wow, she likes the Black Forest, what a surprise).

(Now, admitting to myself people from the Black Forest probably care less about me than I am currently aware of is a part of my real life checking routine. As long as I work, earn and retain my health, I get to admire the landscape. So I will. Happily.)

Happy Moose: Week 40/2016


OOTD9: Party Time!

I must admit I don’t find the fact that we occasionally organize our own parties, just for the two of us, strange in any way. After all, it is nice to have a relaxed talk or a relaxing silence with someone you know while eating well, drinking merrily and wearing party clothes noone will comment upon because they get worn only for this purpose. Like really high heels: Continue reading

Happy Moose: Week 38/2016

It is nice, I say, not for the first time. This feeling of home. Even though none of us was born in the Black Forest. It feels very much like we belong here, doesn’t it.

We still have 7 km to hike, followed by sunshine through the leaves, and everything feels fine.

Happy Moose: Week 37/2016

“Yeah, let’s do it.”

So we went.

Unfortunately, our satnav sent us through Paris and we wasted two hours trying to leave it behind. Not good.


Our hotel room lady was prepared to wait till half past ten, if we were ready to pay more. We were.

We reached Bayeux at 22.31 and got the room. It was perfect.


The next morning, we finally went to see the thing I had been yearning for, my husband having already seen it years ago:

The famous Bayeux Tapestry, showing how William, Duke of Normandy, won the Battle of Hastings and became William the Conqueror, King of England, in 1066, no less.


I really loved the museum, full of British visitors, with a museum shop we managed to leave with difficulty and possibly a full bag …

The Bayeux Cathedral is a wonderful place to be:


This being the Calvados department, we bought a bottle of cider brandy and some useful stuff to eat, like veggies and salt caramel candies, before visiting a few D-Day landing sites and reaching our next lodging in the evening.

It was an old farm providing very beautiful accomodation:


And the typical French breakfast I may never get used to, apart from the fact it seems to entail a large dosis of coffee.

The next day was spent here:


Yes, I wrote NAZGUL!!! in the sand at the foot of Le Mont-Saint-Michel. A place I adore and plan to re-visit, despite its containing a huge hamster wheel which used to keep prisoners fit:


Anyway, at that point, I had seen so many beautiful things I wished my job was to be a tourist and visit lovely places, day in, day out.

Don’t know when was the last time I wanted to see a place because it had figured in one of my favourite books, but the next day we left Normandy and visited Brittany:


All the Light We Cannot See … in Saint-Malo.

In Saint-Malo I ate my very first Breton galette


… made photos till the card was full and talked happily about The Book to my husband while walking on the wall surrounding the historic city.

And then it was time to return to Normandy and stay at another former farmhouse – maybe it was because we were near Le Havre, but I wasn’t really surprised someone was reading Outlander in the garden.



Luckily, my coffee cup was the largest. I also felt I had to eat up the croissant so as not to insult anyone …

The evening brought this:


Yeah. It was really … dreamy.

Even more so the next day:


Believe me, it was hard as hell, having to leave Étretat after a long walk, followed by a bath in the English Channel … but our time was up.