A short stint to this enchanted place in Ireland, where we attended this Olympus workshop and met some of the most talented photographers, was crowned with a nasty cold once we arrived back home. A really nasty one. Thylehogichi, chicken soup and probably a bath tub filled with herb tea were in order, for longer than anticipated.
Of course summer inevitably has to end at some point, but somehow it feels harder each year. We went from “let’s do a little picnic for lunch break” to “where is my scarf?” in under a week. Suddenly the peaches don’t taste as good anymore and pears, apples and pumpkins are beginning to crowd the shelves.
“What do you mean ‘you made ketchup’?” – “Well, just that. I made ketchup.” It still amuses me when people get astounded by a simple statement like that. Most people consider ketchup something you’d -of course- buy at a supermarket and couldn’t care less about its ingredients list and high sugar content. Even though it’s dead simple to prepare and doesn’t take more than half an hour of one’s precious time!
Since we’re having the hottest summer weeks here in Germany, regular cooking and baking has been put on the back burner. While the plan foresaw a much, much slower pace, I still ended up spending countless hours in the kitchen. How did that happen?