Honey, honey, honey. Having spend every other day with my grand parents as a child, I always took it for granted that a full jar of delicious honey was readily available at our breakfast table. My grandparents always preferred the kind that had that natural creamy,...

She told me to rub the leaves between my fingers and smell them. Hey, this is amazing! Virtual pineapples traveling incognito as herbs!

So this morning we had it again, this time however without the Grand Manier. I think it works both ways (with and without) - in any event a very refreshing and delicious fruit salad - prepared and good to go in no time.

The note certainly has seen better days, but the letters were all readable and described her favorite banana bread recipe, which I have baked a couple of times in the past years, but had completely forgotten about. Hmmm. Banana bread doesn't involve Nutella. Hmmm. But maybe it should?

I've been a VERY picky eater throughout my whole childhood, things finally started to loosen up when I went to university. Even today my mom loves to pull my leg about my early eating habits.