It is Sunday and I’m listening to the new album of Leonard Cohen, who ups the ante with 82 years. I find it impressive, at this age to be still so at the pulse of the creation, and inspiring anyway, and somehow gently reassuring to know that it is possible. For more about his moving life and also about the struggle for a good song and what connects him with Bob Dylan, read on here. Also worth listening to is this conversation with Adam Cohen, who is not only his son, but has also produced the new album.
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Two weeks ago was the longest day of the year, the summer solstice. What have I loved this day, as well as their wintry counterpart, as a child. The mythical stories and the magical long light, in the North more noticeable than in the South.
Time to look back on the past few weeks and write down the things that were and are good. Quite a lot has happened.
There are things that are so delicious and simple that you can hardly believe them. This 1a Mango Chiapudding for example. Born out of a Sunday night hardship (dessert? Hm, we still have a mango …), it’s been made for weeks, always for dessert or in the afternoon, just like that. Made in no time and sensationally good. Add sugar-free, lactose-free and low histamine (more on this soon).
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For example, my great great girlfriends. Who just do each for herself what is good for them, really good, and who are so incredibly brave. One just took a Sabattical to the other end of the world and probably just holds her tip of the nose into the sun. Because if you have not to work then you can just as well travel the world. Great, right?!
Another girlfriend has decided to have at the peak of her freelance career a second child. Because it feels right, despite work opportunities. And I’m sure she’s right. It will all sort out as it is best and most beautiful.
And again, a third girlfriend has just met the love of her life and does her utmost to bring this man from an unsafe country that functions based on non imaginable rules to Germany, despite official resistance of any kind.
I am so grateful to have these inspiring women in my life, who boldly go their way, individually and strong. And I’m sure you, too, have such friends. Who have faith and the courage and simply do the best in their own wonderful way. And to this we should raise our glass.
For the first time of Fridge Pickles I heard on a Food Market in Brooklyn. Although one should know that American pickles taste quite different than what we know over here as pickles. Mostly these pickles are sour-salty and very refreshing. Fridge Pickles – that sounded so easy and delicious, and that is just what they are.
My Love for Pickles was sparked again last summer when Sandy served me her Pink Pickles. Actually the recipe was supposed to be published in the milk fermentation story, which we accomplished together for sisterMAG. Somehow the recipe unfortunately got lost in the email traffic, which would be a huge loss, because it is a quickly made favorite recipe which also ideally makes way as last minute gift for all sorts of occasions. Father in law’s birthday? Check. Moving Party? Check. Picknick planned or not more than bread and butter in the house? Snack Galore!
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