The day after New Year's day, and the city still half in sleep. For the first time I note the pinched tenement windows as S and I walk down the still-pastoral street towards lunch.
The black cat licks the last spot of cheese from the floor. After cake, I watch the clouds chase other clouds. Beneath that expanse of sky, the empty courtyard across the street has been torn open, heralding a building that will block the view.
Kristina sends me home with the second issue of Eva-Maria Hilker's new magazine Der Fritz. The next morning over tea, I leaf through the luminously photographed articles on soap-makers in the Uckermark, caviar from Neuruppin, and a tattoo parlor in Panketal.
PS: The cake, by the way, was this one, with a quarter-cup of cocoa powder substituted for a quarter-cup of flour. I am obsessed with duplicating a chocolate poppyseed cake I ate recently in Karslhorst. Good, but not quite chocolatey enough: will try a third-cup of cocoa powder next time, and a chocolate ganache.
Sunday, six thirty, all is sleeping. Now I need many more hours to leaf through what you offer here. Wish I could speed-read... Too many grand ideas out there, aren't there!
Posted by: Fine Lightness | 06 January 2013 at 06:37 AM
Wasn't that such an afternoon. I'm warming to the greyness of these days, with bits of colour strewn in.
(I'm hereby volunteering to try the chocolate ganache.)
Posted by: kristina - no penny for them | 06 January 2013 at 11:20 AM
FL, you must let me know if I can help in planning your Berlin trip.
Kristina, it's a date! That said, I loved your pink icing. Ganache in the middle and pink on top...?
Posted by: Sylee | 06 January 2013 at 01:20 PM
I got a copy of 'Der Fritz' for Christmas and love flipping through it, enjoy!
Posted by: Ilmarie | 06 January 2013 at 03:57 PM
ha ha, we could alternate too - any excuse for making and having another cake!
Posted by: kristina - no penny for them | 07 January 2013 at 08:12 PM