Wordless Saturday: Farm fresh eggs

Almost every week, we take delivery of beautiful eggs from a drive-along farmer. I love the way the feathers stick to the eggs and the sheer beauty of it all. For more Wordless photos on Kitchen Butterfly, see my Wordless category For more Wordless photos, visit the Wordless Wednesday blog.[wpurp-searchable-recipe]Wordless Saturday: Farm fresh eggs – – – [/wpurp-searchable-recipe]

The Princess and the Pinecone – Camping Tips for Beginners

And despite my university camping trips to the Cordillera Cantábrica, I’ll have to describe myself as a greenhorn when it comes to camping. I wasn’t going to put a lot of trust in my teenage experiences,  fueled by youth and confidence – university students and mothers sit in two different camps, not to mention separated by years and a steady decline in outdoor adventure. The Ozoz then and now are worlds apart, especially when it calls for putting up a tent!

Chocolate glut. Chocolate dessert

I have a chocolate glut. Oh yes. Chocolate. Glut. If you didn’t know, I’ll tell you now – I have a huge chocolate plant in my back garden, right next to the trampoline (my non-DIY husband sweated to put together) and my not-so-barren veggie patch, teeming with mint and lemon melisse.

Ladurée in London- Perfect Calibration for my Macs

A throne is only a bench, covered in velvet Napoleon Bonaparte ———-♥———– We just got back from a few days away in London. I especially wanted to attend a one-day seminar being organised for ‘Women in Energy’ in London plus we had public holidays in the Netherlands so we all trooped over. The seminar was all about taking your ambitions to the next level. So, Thursday afternoon, I left my man with his our kids and headed to Piccadilly.

Matcharons and Midnight feasts

My most loved stories and books as a child were all written by Enid Blyton. My sisters could well say the same. We sought book after book after book from Famous Five to Secret Seven, culminating in the adventures at St Clare’s and Malory Towers. The one thing I loved the most and still remember with more than a twinge of nostalgia are the midnight feasts the girls had. Somewhere deep inside of me, I always felt a bit deprived because I couldn’t flatten myself and slip into the pages of the book, to partake of the glorious delights they...

Dutch Stroopwafels, revisited

Its my nature. I can’t leave things be. I like it like that so bear with me. Not satisfied with having witnessed stroopwaffels being made by experts, I decided that I would try it at home – without a proper stroopwafel maker. And try I did. Verdict later!

Rhubarb Tian – in the shadows of the Daring Bakers….again

I will not be left out, it is rhubarb season after all and this time I am determined to cook it rosy pink. Last year when I rustled up a compote of rhubarb and ginger, I was happy with the taste but secretly abhorred the brown, ugly compote. Thankfully, this year, none of that happened. The disaster forestalled by gently roasting the rhubarb till soft.