Books

Summer reading

I don’t know how I choose books. I can’t pinpoint the moment a papery companion catches my attention, because it never happens in just one moment, never happens in a book store or on an online shopping platform. I fall in love with books one mention, one recommendation at a time. I might hear the author’s name come up in conversation, see the beautiful cover on Instagram – or “Bookstagram”, as there is a whole world dedicated to books on Social Media. Often times I watch Reviews, and Tags, and Read-a-thons on Youtube – well, “Booktube” – and look up…

Travel

Discovering Graz

Shockingly, I did not remember Graz at all. Granted, I hadn’t been anywhere near it since I was about 10 years old and even back then we would only visit the city as a daytrip, from where we stayed in another part of Styria. But still. I am known to remember small little details, like random historical dates nobody else cares about or the specific outfit somebody wore during one particular conversation. So surely, I thought on my four hour train journey, I would at least be able to recognise a few streets and sights here and there. Well, it…

Food

Rhubarb Lemonade

For the longest time I didn’t like the taste of rhubarb. I always found it to be way too sour for my taste. When I was in Copenhagen in spring, however, I had the most amazing vension dish with a side of poached rhubarb and promptly fell in love with it. Since then I have not stopped looking up different recipes featuring the beautifully red stalks – as you might have seen with my recent rhubarb tart recipe – you can find the entire post here. Technically, I know it is a tiny bit unfair to bring up all this…

Vienna

Rhubarb Tart

When I was a child, I used to sit on the kitchen counter and help my dad bake Buchteln, Salzburger Nockerl and other traditionally Austrian treats I couldn’t possibly translate into English. My job would usually include licking the bowl once we were finished, making me full and happy even before I could eat the actual baked goods. Those hours in the kitchen installed a passion for baking in me, back when I was still a little kid. Nowadays, I think I might like it even more than all those years ago, finally being able to actually bake something rather…

Letters

Dear July

Dear July, I feel nervous. And scared. Quite happy. A tiny bit petrified. And mostly exhilarated. Five different emotions, technically, one for each second I have to wait till midnight. I count down those last few moments in my mind. 5… It’s long gone dark outside. A time of day – or night rather – I have always appreciated, especially in the countryside. There are probably deer walking outside my house underneath a sea of stars right this very moment. I can hear a bird cry out into the night and imagine an owl. 4… There is no actual clock…