It might come as a surprise today’s post; Uncommonly, I am taking you on a food journey, from the farmers to my kitchen. Close to our former home Erlangen, farm Huckepack run by the Nidermann family offers the unique experience of personal harvesting your own food. In addition to fruit, vegetables and local produce such as cold meats, cheese, the local store offers the freshly baked break famous dark German bread, it smells divine in there! Next, to the farm, a separate compartment facilitates grilling area and playground for the littles ones. We often choose vegetables in the farm and move to the grilling area, we picked Balaton cherries, blueberries, currants to feed our hunger while my brother and M kept themselves busy with starting the fire.
I am very particular when it comes to cherries, maybe because they had been so sparse during my childhood. My mother would buy half a kilogram and split it into three for me and my two siblings and I would linger for hours consuming my part. Having said that, during the cherry season you’ll never find our home without cherries. My favorite are the Balaton, rich burgundy color, sweet with a touch of sourness.
Pumpkin is another vegetable not very common in Albania, my mother loved my pumpkin soup so much that she grows her own pumpkins back at home. When I visited in summer she had two middle size yellow ones, she had been very fond and proud of.
After our feast, we took a second walk for blueberries and more cherries to take home. Sundays we serve pancake brunch at our home, of course, most of the cherries did not survive but we had plenty of berries to serve with the pancakes. Maks loves his pancakes with condensed milk, of course, he is Russian after all but I prefer mine with honey and more often than not, plain.
If you wonder why I am laughing so much at this post, let’s say Maks’s jokes about my usual poses not fitting the environment had me laughing out loud.
Do you guys enjoy this sort of real life posts? I find myslelf loving having a glimse into other people’s life, apart from their wardrobe that is.