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It’s finally underway! Let’s get cozy, and let’s get baking.
Maybe a few biscuits? But what was the recipe again?
Before I heard of this one, I’d have to look every time anew online for a fitting recipe. Yet this one is so easy! Pay attention:
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Jetzt geht’s endlich los! Nun wirds gemütlich. Und es kann gebacken werden.
Mal eben ein paar Kekse vielleicht? Aber wie war noch das Rezept?
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1:00 pm. The hubbub of a busy lunch break. Business people in summery outfits finding seats. My eyes wander through the bright room, kept in warm white and brown colours. Old mosaic tiles cover the floor, a low brick wall separates the bar and the dining room. A group of guys jokingly order drinks from the waiter. A familiar atmosphere, people obviously know each other.
I’m in Rafael Osterling’s “Rafael”, a highly popular restaurant in the middle of Miraflores. This fashionable district of Lima is located in a two kilometre beeline from the beaches of the Pacific coast.
First, Rafael apologises through the means of a waiter for his absence, but then over half an hour later he greets me with an intimacy as if we had gone to school together. Barely sitting, he orders the first appetisers to our table. Sliced Mediterranean style tuna with capers and olive oil as well as a salad of arugula, cherry tomatoes and avocado. If there hadn’t been cubed mango on my plate, as well as fresh palm tree hearts and a dip with “aji Amarillo”, Peru’s juicy yellow chilli, I could have imagined I was in Sardinia.
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13.00 Uhr. Quirlige Mittagspause. Geschäftsleute in sommerlichen Businessoutfits finden ihre Plätze. Mein Blick schweift durch den lichten, in warmen Weiß- und Brauntönen gehaltenen Raum. Alte gemusterte Fliesen am Boden, eine halbhohe Backsteinmauer als Trennwand zwischen Bar und Speiseraum. Eine Männergruppe bestellt scherzend ihre Getränke beim Kellner. Vertraute Atmosphäre. Man kennt sich.
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We can of course throw ourselves into the infinite be-happy-and-slim, no carb, no fat, no fun universe. To do a little for that bikini bod.
But where’s the fun in that? We want endorphins! There’s a reason that kids don't ring our doorbells on Halloween and enthusiastically yell, “Gherkins or goji berries?!”
Dessert has always been the best part of the whole menu, hasn't it? This bit of magic on a plate
Honestly, could pointed cabbage enchant you in that way?
Have a look at this – Mille Feuille with orange mousse and buttermilk foam. Even the name sounds like the most beautiful sonnet. As golden as glowing autumn leaves, marvellously crispy, as fluffy as a puffy white cloud.
Only a dream could be more beautiful.
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Klar, wir könnten uns hineinwerfen in die unendlichen Weiten des Happy-and-Slim-No-Carb-No-Fat-No-Fun-Universums. Mal was für die Bikinifigur tun.
Aber wo bleibt da der Spaß? Wir wollen Endorphine! An Halloween klingeln die Kidz ja auch nicht und rufen voller Enthusiasmus: „Gurken oder Goji-Beeren?!“
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What would the week be without the weekend? And what would the weekend be without
pancakes? A very, very sad affair. Golden and fluffy… No wonder you can get crazy about
them.
And we are not alone: This pan-fried dream has an entire day dedicated to itself in the UK
and the US – the 26 th of September, National Pancake Day. Pancake eating contests,
pancake races, everything under the sun. Even crazier: in 1999 Mike Cuzzacrea ran a
marathon in only three hours, two minutes and 27 seconds while continuously flipping a
pancake in a frying pan…! Crazy. We don’t need to make such a fuss for pancake happiness.
Thank God. That's what life hacks are for, right? (Oh yeah, you’re welcome ;)
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Was wäre die Woche ohne Wochenende? Und was wäre das Wochenende ohne Pancakes? So richtig, richtig traurig. Goldgelb, luftig-fluffing… Da kann man schonmal ins schwärmen geraten.
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