Buon APEtito!
Buon Giorno! Mi chiamo Julia e sono tedesca. Habito a Friburgo e non parlo italiano which is why that’s it with the Italian and back to English. Even though it is such a beautiful language…
Petit Déjeuner chez nous
Quarantine = Baking Time. But then any time is baking time and I‘m only self-isolating not quarantining and that was a bad rhyme anyway, a so-called unreiner Reim, and we don‘t want no unrein, dirty,…
The Mountains Are Calling And I Must Go.
This is a new section on the blog! I could have also filed it under Outdoor Adventures, because it most definitely is but I thought this one is big, and I mean big big, and…
Ick bin ein Amerikaner.
Despite my great proclamations of being unproductive – and I really am with anything related to actually getting my shit together, I promise – it seems lockdown finally unleashed the baker cat inside of me…
Real Men Don‘t Eat Quiche
….is that title of a satirical, very, very masculine cookbook by Bruce Feirstein. And this is a recipe! So everyone with a fragile masculinity should probably stop reading and start on more testosteroic activities –…
Stuck Home Syndrome
The probably obligatory (and four weeks behind) quarantine commentary you‘ve all (not) been waiting for. Hello from within the Covid-proof walls of my apartment in the middle of Freiburg. It’s March the 653rd or so,…
Run, even if there‘s rain, dear
We run, not because we think it is doing us good, but because we enjoy it and cannot help ourselves, the more restricted our society and work become, the more necessary it will be to…
If you’re going through hell, keep going
Said the very brave and rhetorically very well-educated Winston Churchill. Or at least it’s a widely accepted fact that he said so. Doesn’t matter if he did, the words remain true and he certainly had…
Wednesday is full of blue blueberries
And therefore -because it is Wednesday and I am feeling blue- I had another late night baking session. It was semi-scheduled because today is not only Wednesday, it is also my Dad’s birthday (or would…
How to decide
A linguistic deliberation on phrases and their imagery. Sometimes my mind goes to strange places. There’s a part of my brain that just refuses to sleep and randomly decides in the middle of the night…
