Raspberry jam cookies. A friday night pleasure. These kind of cookies remind me of a light-green tin jar, with a pink flower on the lid, that my grandma had in her kitchen when I was a child. Wonder if she still has it.

I’m still trying to decide what color palette to use in my new kitchen. Since the kitchen tiles are black and I have no plans of replacing them at the moment, and my huge table is grey I was trying to figure out what colors to go with inbetween. Need to imagine my hardwood floor to go with that, though. Think I’m closing in.

For some reason I was compelled to bake more bread this evening. Even though tired enough to make every train of thought derail, the result turned out just fine.

And suddenly it was winter again.

Saturday at noon.

Weekend brunch. Home fries with carrots, tomatoes, bell peppers and chili. Black barbecue beans, two eggs over medium and seasoned avocado on the side. Homemade bread with fig jam. Coffee and mixed citrus juice.

Breakfast of Champions. No Kurt, but homemade bread, oatmeal with cinnamon and applesauce, coffee, soft boiled egg with swedish caviar, mixed citrus juice and a book I borrowed from my brother, “Exceptional Breads: Baker & Spice”.

Favorite, second time around.

Yesterday I decided to bake some bread. Turned out pretty good for a first attempt, don’t you think?

Trying to decide in what green to paint my kitchen. Still undecided.

Look, it’s spring!

A new friend.