Elderflower Cordial from Forest and Garden

The summer holiday's are now well under way and we have a new addition to our family. She is called Mathilde and she is an Old English Sheepdog who, at the time of writing, is just nine weeks old. All very sweet, cuddly and amazing with her besotted older brothers but not exactly the best addition to a houseful of boy energy at the start of the summer holidays. Only because she cannot come with us to the Zoo or because when we took her for a walk in the forest last week we literally had to carry her back. So we try to make adventures a little closer to home.

We planned to make Elderflower cordial and needed to gather flowers from the forest in order to do so. I find that any adventure involving a knife and a reason to climb tree's is a draw for the boys and we set off with great enthusiasm and a mission to collect forty flower heads. We quickly realised that actually a forest is not a great location to pick the flowers as they need sunlight to grow and in a dense canopy this meant they were mostly out of reach at the top of the trees despite our heroic efforts. Thankfully, we were making in tandem with a friend who happily realised that she had the perfect tree right there in her very own back garden, so we topped off our foraging treasures with some even better flowers from her garden.

We used a very straightforward  recipe from Trine Hahneman's Scandinavian Christmas. There are a few recipes in the book for Christmas that can only be made in advance using seasonal products at their very best earlier in the year and Elderflower Cordial is one of them. Having made a few of the recipes over the Christmas season very successfully I really recommend this book as a perfect introduction to the heart of Danish cooking.

The flower heads were checked for bugs and debris then added to a bowl with sliced lemon, citric acid and two litres of sugar syrup. I will gloss over exactly how much sugar but let's just say we brush our teeth very well afterwards. I am not a very patient cook and despite the recipe needing four days to steep I have to admit to giving up after two. I hope that we did not miss a vital stage of the process but we think the cordial tastes amazing just the way it is.

There is a bottle in the freezer waiting to be added to Champagne at Christmas as per the recipe book but I suspect that the rest will disappear pretty quickly. In fact the very next day we started on batch number two because it was so delicious. There are also four jars of strawberry and elderflower jam in the dresser curtesy of a trip up to the Pick Your Own fruit farm at Vejborggaard.

We will be making a lot more trips into the forest as the summer roll's on, there are raspberries to be collected, cherries and blackberries too. We just hope that puppy can manage the whole walk on her own soon!

Dark Chocolate and Sea Salt Popcorn

I don't normally post recipes on iScandineighbour but this dark chocolate and sea salt popcorn was so delicious and so incredibly easy I had to share it with you. 

Heat three table spoons of neutral oil in a deep based pan.

Pour in a large handful of un popped corn kernels, put the lid on, a have a shake.

I like to keep the corn fairly mobile when it cooks to avoid burning any on the bottom of the pain as the heat starts to build so I shake the pan frequently to loosen the bottom.

Meanwhile melt some 70% dark chocolate, gently, in which ever way suits you best. I do mine in a small pan on a very low heat.

Turn out the now popped corn onto a baking tray lined with non-stick baking paper. Pour over the melted chocolate in as even as distribution as possible.

Finally sprinkle just crushed flakes of pure sea salt over the popcorn and leave to set.

I challenge you not to eat it all in one sitting.

Aarstiderne Christmas Market

æbleskive

Yesterday the two youngest children and I took a quick trip up to Aarstiderne's Krogerup farm, for their annual Christmas market. Obviously, with snow on the ground it was cold, so we took our time to wrap up warm before we set off to investigate the delicious smells wafting their way across the car park and meet our friends.

Immediately our eyes were drawn to an apple press, the juice from which was the principle ingredient for a deliciously spicy warm apple drink. We ordered a cup to go with the two servings of freshly prepared æbleskive that we simply could not walk by. Having just bought the special pan in which to try and make my own I was more than happy to watch an expert at work turning the balls of mixture, each stuffed with a piece of cooked apple. They were very delicious and quite different from the frozen version we have tried so far. Æbleskiver finished, the children looked to the next stall and I was soon dispatched to purchase some soup that was cooking over a log fire. They devoured the contents of the cup with such great satisfaction that I must try to recreate the flavor at home. This is one reason why I love coming here, the team that create the wonderful array of dishes on offer do so using produce that we can all find.

After meeting our friends we went inside the farm shop to have a look around and warm up a little. The children then had the chance to bake large spiced honey hearts and while they were cooking in the ovens we took a look at the rest of the activities on offer. There was an adventure trail outside for the children that looked fun, pony rides and a Christmas story time. It was all in Danish of course,  no problem on a warmer day but translations in the snow with an unhappily cold toddler at my feet required more commitment than I was warm enough to muster. So we returned inside to decorate our hearts and heat our insides with delicious Julkringle (a yeasted dough filled with an amazingly spiced fruit and nut mix) and coffee.

Before I knew it we had been there for three hours, eaten most of the food on offer and had a lovely time with lovely new friends enjoying the extra special introduction to Danish Christmas culture. 

Tummy's full it was time to return home, peel off the layers and read a book by the fire, a perfect start to December.

 

Spreading the love

It has been a disjointed summer for me and probably why I haven’t written as much as I would have liked on Scandineighbour. Four and a half years ago I went to the supermarket close to where we live and heard a family speaking in a very familiar accent. I lingered and feeling brave/ slightly desperate I went over and introduced myself to them eager to make conversation and hear a voice from home. It was the start of an invaluable friendship, a pairing for cups of tea and conversation, dog walks and utter support.
Three and a half years ago I became friends with another mother of two boys and an instant camaraderie was born, a friend with whom I immediately had much in common, as did our children and the two more who would arrive. A friend to cook with, explore with and share mutual feelings as our children lurched from tree top to tree top on outings in Denmark.

2012 is the summer of which I have to bid farewell to my two friends as they move on to new adventures, new countries and hopefully wonderful new friendships. As a result I haven’t felt that much like writing, rather more enjoying the moment, making the most of time as well as having a heavy heart at the farewells that linger and challenge my creativity.

Two days ago we ordered a take away and got together to create one last batch of preserves to be shared up and enjoyed in Copenhagen and soon beyond. Between us we have trawled our recipe books over the years looking for recipes to make and have thus far produced a brilliant homemade fresh vegetable stock, pots of the stuff. A fig preserve, delicious with manchego, plum jam, strawberry jam etc etc.

The plan this time was a simple strawberry jam and a more robust redcurrant, chili jam to make the most of the redcurrant season that is upon us currently. But then we sat down with a spread of sushi, a bottle of wine and the evening just passed us by until a toddler appeared somewhat reluctant to miss the party. He joined us for a chat but would have hindered a late night jam considerably so we put the evening to bed. Inspired I awoke the next morning and summoned my boys to the kitchen. Their task? To chop, prepare and make a simple strawberry jam with lemon whilst I tackled the chili and the endless task of readying redcurrant’s. Within two hours we had produced a modest batch of aromatic spicy jam, perfect for a cold meat or slice of manchego and a strawberry jam filled with the taste of warm summer days.

Another ‘farewell’ meal for four friends last night at Patepate in town and a task, to bring a farewell gift that captures your unique friendship in Copenhagen. Not easy when the friend you are to wish farewell has been part of everything you will remember about being here. Which is why two pots of jam seemed actually quite fitting. Filled hopefully with happy memories of afternoons at the stove, babies by our ankles playing with lids and wooden spoons. To recall hours spent picking fruit in the fields north of the city with children worth their weight in berries, fingers stained with juice. Most importantly for me they are filled with love and a gratitude for time shared together, a token of reassurance to have on the table in a new home whilst establishing a new network that will soon become as fulfilling as the one that bids farewell.

It is not goodbye, it is thank you for being here, thank you for the memories, thank you for your friendship.

See you very soon, dear friends

xx

Nordic Bakery

One of my favourite way's to care for my family is to cook for them, okay, maybe not the rushed meals I have to prepare post swimming practice on a Monday evening although even that can be done with a little forethought and sleeping toddler. As a mother of three incredibly hungry boys that is quite frankly just as well, during the course of the week there are a lot of meals to be prepared.

I would love to say the cooking that gives me the most satisfaction does not result in a baked something but that wouldn't strictly be true. Since purchasing The Nordic Bakery cookbook, I have been on a one woman cinnamon bun mission, I like to think I could whip up a batch pretty easily now and the boys happily took them to school on their birthday's, the ultimate accolade. There is something so relaxing and rewarding about creating a batch of the warm soft cinnamon buns that I happily respond to requests and open the page to my favourite recipe, an old friend these days and reassuringly covered in remnants of previous batches.

If you haven't yet seen it I really recommend The Nordic Bakery cookbook, I have used many recipes contained within and they have all worked brilliantly. Pastry is not my natural friend but the recipes for various pastries in the book are hard to get wrong, especially the cheese version for the mushroom tart another household favourite. The book looks as good as the contents tastes and I have given many copies as gifts to friends and family, happy to get an accessible taste of Scandinavian baking.

Lucky for me on a recent trip to London I was fortunate enough to make a visit to the actual Nordic Bakery in Soho and indulge myself in a taste session of all the recipes I haven't been brave enough to try. I met an old friend there and on a difficult day for her we sat and talked and made sense of the world, I almost felt Danish, so nostalgic was the setting! We ordered coffees, open rye bread sandwiches topped with smoked salmon, Finnish cinnamon rolls and the most peculiar sounding but extremely delicious Karelian pie, a rye crusted savoury snack with rice or potato mash filling. Served with egg- butter spread.

It was all delicious and I will certainly be expanding my repertoire. First thing to try will be the Karelian pie, I had no idea how amazing they were so if you buy the book on this recommendation please do give the recipe a go. I just need to convince the boys to step away from the cinnamon buns first.
www.nordicbakery.com
The book is available to purchase or order at www.booksandcompany.dk

Fish and chips: Torvehallen

A new day a new food trip, I can see a pattern emerging here and thankfully it is running alongside new gym membership and a heavy workout schedule.

At mid-day I met two wonderful friends for a stroll around Torvehallen and a bite to eat whilst there. We first visited the Coffee Collective for a cortado, the ultimate kick start on a cold cold day in Copenhagen.

We ate fish and chips which caused endless excitement from my more recently arrived English friend and my toddler. They were very good and just the ticket should you be a homesick Brit. His godmother and I ate the lobster soup which was very tasty but a wheat free diet rule breaker. It would have been rude to remove all the croutons from the rich broth so comfortable were they steeped in the coral pink liquid, besides rules are there to be broken occasionally.

There followed a tour of the two food halls collecting groceries as we went. It is so fun to go with first time visitors and to watch as they discover all the delicious ingredients just waiting to be taken home for a session in the kitchen. As much as I could happily cook everything there, no amount of gym membership would help me so I must be content to live vicariously through the baskets of others.

I bought the ingredients to make traditional English fish pie, a staple of our diet in England thanks to the amazing fish shops along the Northumberland coast. We have enjoyed it less and less over here due to the availability of quality seafood and the cost of fish so today when I had the opportunity to buy excellent fish at a reasonable price I seized it.

Now, I do not normally post recipes on Scandineighbour because my goal is to recommend places to visit and I am not a restaurant (although I would love to own a food cart, but that's a dream for another day) however my companions suggested I share some pictures of Wednesday evening Fish Pie. There is no recipe, I cook from my mind and taste as I go but it would be very easy to find one should you prefer measurements.

So there you are, ingredients from Torvehallen, fish pie from Newcastle. Little boys well fed and a welcome walk down memory lane for their ever so slightly homesick Mummy.

The Laundromat Cafe

I've had the pleasure of being part of numerous conversations about food and the art of eating this week, it is after all my favorite topic. On Tuesday my eldest came home from school with two recipe books as his library choices because he wanted us to cook together. We have a delicious cheesecake to enjoy with our lunch today thanks to his efforts yesterday. Our TV choice of the week is The Supersizers, two journalists revisit points in history and spend a week consuming the food from that era, it is informative, revolting at times and very funny, the boys love seeing what the Romans ate and are quite incredulous at some of the dishes. They are, thankfully, children without fuss at the table and mealtimes are one of my most treasured moments with them as we talk whilst sometimes adopting accents from our past, (dinner in Geordie is always very funny). I just accept that when all is eaten I will send them to the bathroom to wash their faces whilst I use the hoover on the floor.

Mid week I read an article titled French Children Don't Throw Food and my heart sank just a little. According to a new book by Pamela Druckerman, French children have exquisite table manners, they enjoy their varied cuisine and converse with the most beautiful accent of them all! Now, I do accept that mine are not the tidiest of eaters and neither are they French, although the little one can always be relied on for an "ooh la la" should he be excited about something! However, I like a challenge and so it was that I set off with a friend and our two year old boys for breakfast. Our destination was The Laundromat Cafe on Elmegade in Norrebro, this the original, opened in 2004 but there are now two others in the city. We easily found parking on the street behind and with hunger in our stomachs we may our way into the friendly, comfortable environment. It is worth taking at look at their website as everything is explained in both Danish and English and you'll get an early taste of the uniqueness of the brand.

Should you need to use a launderette I can think of nowhere better to do so, there are machines available for a load or two that can happily deal with the weeks wash. All the while leaving you to enjoy a home cooked breakfast, brunch or to simply have a cappuccino as you browse the internet on the free wireless. The bar is a work of art with 6000 books arranged by colour, purchasable if you happen to be gripped by a novel as the wash tumbles its way to freshness.

We found a table in the corner and seated the toddlers in available highchairs, we had not bought enough toys for them to play with and an early lesson in the art of sharing took place before we ordered our breakfast. One car each and thankfully our drinks arrived, the perfect distraction. I had ordered an orange juice for my boy and a hot chocolate for myself, both were delicious. My friend ordered a hot chocolate for herself and proceeded to lose it to her toddler for the duration of our stay, he was admirably French in his efforts and used a spoon to consume the smooth rich liquid. We had both ordered the 'dirty brunch' which included eggs, bacon, spicy sausage, tomato and potato, Greek yoghurt with muesli and a pot of homemade chocolate spread for our bread. It was all very tasty and I must say the bacon was the nicest I have had since arriving in Denmark, delicious.

I would like to say that the boys behaved beautifully, eating their breakfast with cutlery, wiping the merest smear of egg from their mouths with a napkin and politely thanking their mothers for a wonderful breakfast outing. Alas it was my child who proceeded to consume two pots of butter with a spoon whilst dipping his car into the yoghurt. His dining companion would have happily climbed into his mummy's hot chocolate, so content when it was in his hands, or indeed, by the end when his hands were literally in the cup. A moment or two collecting remnants from the floor, I presume they fell involuntarily and I recall no throwing. We would both very much recommend The Laundromat for a mid week visit, you'll find a hearty wholesome breakfast to start the day with and a welcoming environment for children who are learning to eat beautifully at the table.

I shall continue to work on my boys at home, I am sure we can have less food on faces and more in tummies and although I do not expect them to converse in French by 2013 all conversation at the dinner table is still welcomed. As the little one would say..."Ooh la la"

www.thelaundromatcafe.com/en

The Royal Cafe

I grew up in an all female household, my sister, our indefatigable inspirational mother and myself. We lived together, we laughed together and we bickered together but most of all we loved together. Our friendship is the foundation upon which we rely daily whilst walking independent paths. My own has bought me to Denmark for now and I depend on Skype for the chance to remain in the nucleus of our family home. Now I am the only girl in the house and boy have things changed. I cannot recall that my sister and I had half the raw energy that my team has and we certainly had an appreciation for shopping and fashion that I indulge in only on my own these days. How grateful I am to know when she is on her way over to Copenhagen for a visit.
This week having collected her from the airport we headed straight into the city for a few snatched hours of female company aside from our little toddler.  Our first priority being a spot of Christmas shopping and a wander through the winter streets, then, having worked up an appetite off we slipped to The Royal Café. Nestled in between Royal Copenhagen and Illums Bolig hus on Amagertorv, The Royal Café is a fascinating café, luxuriously decorated yet utterly modern and shamelessly girlie it is a great location for two sisters to catch up on life whilst enjoying a taste of Denmark.

I personally love to see the interior of the café, as they provide an ever changing installation of beautiful pieces of art and ornaments to purchase. On this occasion the front window was entirely covered by an intricately cut piece of paper, quite beautiful and strangely fascinating. Filled artfully with all manner of curiosities, it is a wonderful backdrop to a meal between cherished family or friends.The food is award winning and oh my could you indulge if you wished, I just photographed the cake but in my mind I had a large slice on a plate waiting to be eaten next to the Christmas tree.

We ordered the café’s famous smushi, my sister opting for the Jule menu of Christmas sausage with redbeet dip and mustard, Meatballs with red cabbage and potato salad, Glazed Pork Roast with kale dip and finally ris a la mand. She thought it was delicious although as I write I realise we did not receive the ris a la mand which must have been an oversight. I ordered a selection of smushi from the main menu starting with Danish Christmas herring, gravadlaks with quince and fennel dressing and a Christmas Ham with cornichon and dressing. It was all very tasty and the service was prompt.
Our little companion had slept beautifully while we ate and so we were able to talk and laugh freely without having to tempt him away from all the exciting objects he would have relished finding. On this day The Royal Cafe was full of lunching mothers, demonstrated by the rows of strollers parked outside the cafe, do not expect to be allowed to enter with your own as you will be asked to leave it outside as I discovered with my friend Sam one day last year with our two sleeping newborns. We watched him stirring and stomachs satisfied, headed out to greet the unseasonably warm Danish afternoon.

Back to school and preparing dinner. Back to my incredible boys, their football practice, Star Wars and Cars but bolstered immeasurably by lunch with a favourite sister and the promise of another visit in the hopefully not too distant future.
 

Granola

Last week I took a trip to Creative Space in Frederiksberg, a friend and I planned to paint some ceramics as Christmas gifts and we set aside a few hours in which to do so. Strategically planned as to coincide with toddler nap times we arrived at 11 and spent a couple of contented hours painting christmas decorations and plates ready to be shipped out to their hopefully grateful recipients.

Once finished we took a stroll down Gammel Kongevej towards the centre of town ending up, ten minutes later at our destination, Granola, on Værnedamsvej. Situated just along from the French School, Granola has become a favourite of my children and I often bring visitors here for a slightly different cafe experience.

I personally love Granola, the moment you step inside it is like being transported back into the fifties thanks to the amazing interior. Small yet not overwhelmingly so we have always managed to find table space but I suspect that that has more to do with when we go, always during the day on a weekday, weekend brunch would probably be a different story. We headed to the little room at the rear of the cafe and took our table. The walls are painted in a warm grey and complement beautifully the flooring which plays host to the simple uniform tables and toolix chairs, just how I like it.

Taking our order from the menu we settled on an egg muffin served with potato and salad, a French onion tart for me and for the little chap, a rye bread open sandwich with cheese, jam and apple. It was all very welcome and very tasty. With this we had two lattes and a freshly pressed apple juice from the delicious selection of juices available.

Only time for a quick visit but the contrast Granola makes against the outside hustle and bustle of city life means that each minute feels much longer and the rest all the greater. You pay as you leave which gives chance to have a look at the counter and the myriad of treats and temptations it offers both the eye and the the stomach. Coffee's, pastries and of course the ice cream counter.

It has become something of a tradition for my son's and I to come to Granola for a birthday milkshake. Served in splendor in a tall milkshake glass and topped with whipped cream then finished off of course by a perfect round red cherry. Our favourite is the banana with chocolate chips but they are all giants among the milkshake world. Thankfully having three children means we get to enjoy at least four a year and we look forward to each with the excitement usually reserved for a visit from Father Christmas.
Speaking of whom, I shall return to Creative Space next week to collect my finished wares in the eager hope that Father Christmas will be ready and waiting to deliver them to a very special Granny in the next few weeks.

Fiskebaren

It has been a week since we returned from our family trip to Florida, three sun filled weeks of warmth and relaxation. It was a real treat to spend so long together playing in the pool, enjoying the children's company and watching them flourish as a unit.

Seven days later and aside from sorting out the holiday photographs and unpacking all the summer clothes I have scarcely had time to recollect any other aspects of our trip. How easy it has been to submerge myself once again in the school routine, grateful for the evenings and even more grateful for Friday and a break from being the family chauffeur.

Prior to leaving for vacation, I greeted Friday evening with a weariness that sat heavy on my shoulders, it had been a long week and what I really and truly needed was a fabulous evening in the company of a great friend.

Kødbyens Fiskebar, in the heart of the former meatpacking district was our destination. Although we hadn't booked a table, which is recommended due to the popularity of the restaurant, we were very fortunately welcomed inside to enjoy a meal at the bar which suited us just fine. Finding plenty of space to people watch we ordered two cocktails, they were outstanding. Fresh, sharp, blackcurranty and excellent for diluting the stress of the week.

The menu was temptingly good and it was almost impossible for me to decide what to eat so I was very happy for my friend to lead the way with recommendations as she had been before. As the conversation flowed our waiter returned and we ordered the following, Sikrom, North Atlantic Roe served with crisp bread and red onions. Two portions of Trout, fresh from Southern Jutland, served as a tartare, accompanied by roasted pearl barley and herbs, mustard and capers. For main course Fish and chips and white fish, celariac, and roasted rye bread.

Although we could have talked for hours without food, the starters arrived and they were delicious, the fish roe was beautifully presented nestled amongst it's neighbours the onion and the chive,  once scooped up as a mouthful with a piece of cracker bread the combination danced on the taste buds. The trout tartare was just as good and certainly not meant for sharing, fresh as could be, each mouthful as wonderful as the first.

By now my week had dissolved into my cocktail glass and I felt gratefully like myself again. Our conversation was punctuated delightfully by the man opposite who had been enjoying his view for some time, as we enjoyed our main courses he suddenly appeared at my friend's side and enquired eagerly about her 'fish and chips'. He obviously did not move beyond admiration but he added even more laughter to an already pleasurable evening.

Time for dessert, Lilleø mousse served with the best sorbet I had ever tasted, punctuated by pockets of apple, fennel and sorrel, it was superb. A selection of chocolates, handmade by Thomas each one of which was quite delicious and the perfect end to the meal.
Our waiter was charming, always with a smile and happy to answer any question we had. I did try to take a picture of him for this piece but it did not do him justice so he will forever remain anonymous but fondly remembered.

Thankfully that Friday ended not as it began, I left Fiskebaren feeling at least ten years younger and fully recharged. The meal was superb, the conversation endless and a repeat almost certain. Thank goodness for Fiskebaren, Friday's and Friendship.

www.fiskebaren.dk

Agnes Cupcakes

Soon Scandineighbour will be taking to the skies for a sunshine break in the US. A family trip, it is my job this week to wash and iron the clothes, pack the suitcases, clear the food and prepare the house for the guests that will arrive in our absence. I have a very full schedule yet today I also have an unwell toddler who needs me to do nothing more than provide a shoulder to sleep fitfully upon. Well that is also my job and so I sit and I change my plans and I wait patiently as he sleeps. It gives me time to think about our holiday, a welcome distraction and I enjoy in my mind the conversations I have had with my children about the places they look forward to visiting.

As my very nearest and dearest it does not bring me any surprise when they talk food and the restaurants that they wish to revisit, for I immediately did the same when we booked our trip. My eldest wishes that on our first morning we can go to have an American breakfast from the finest buffet in town. I love his enthuasiasm as he describes his route around the tables laden with food that he wouldn't normally be allowed to indulge in, rare delicacies in an eight year olds memory. For a special treat they speak very fondly of freshly cooked doughnuts and the process of watching them transform from wet batter to round gleaming sugar coated creations in a matter of mere minutes.

A real American food hero the cupcake can now be found here in Copenhagen thanks to Agnes's Cupcakes. Home to hundreds of beautiful cupcakes of many variations, the Agnes shop's are stylish, modern spaces. On one wall is a menu detailing the cake flavours available during the week, some appearing more often than others so be sure to check the website for your favourites. The cakes are displayed behind a glass screen at the desk, and they look quite magnificent lined up in symmetrical perfection. Choose between a regular cupcake or go for a mini bite sized one or two. We like to pick randomly between the flavours, some of us preferring chocolate, others fruit, my own favourite's being the Italian Almond or the mini Lemon Meringue. Once decided, there is a seating area to sit at whilst you enjoy your food and drink, Agnes also serve hot and cold drinks to compliment their cakes.

Not only can you pop in for a special treat whilst in town but you can buy to take home too. Agnes Cupcakes also take special orders for individual events such as weddings or birthday's. (I do recommend carrying the box home very carefully as we have had spillage's more than once which is a shame especially if they are a gift.) Agnes now offer a selection of porcelain home-wares too, cake stands and coffee mugs in purest white, artistically displayed along the wall.

Eating a cupcake really is an individual technique, I like to slice through from top to bottom to enjoy both the cake and it's topping at the same time. The children like to eat the topping first and then the cake, the toddler uses his whole fist to grab the top of his mini cake in one swoop. I always take plenty of wet wipes for the inevitable clean up operation afterwards, it's amazing how far frosting can travel when left unattended in the grasp of a small child.

Now my little chap is stirring, ready to awaken from his sleep hopefully feeling a little better. We can resume our preparations together, all be it a little slower perhaps, then our holiday day dreams will hopefully soon become reality. I'm getting quite hungry already.
www.agnescupcakes.com