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February 18th, 2015

CornerView – homemade

I like to bake cakes. Sometimes …
not always, but then I have very much pleasure in cake.
Chocolate cake, lemon cake, rhubarb pie, apple pie.

Here is a recipe for a chocolate cake from an Italian cookbook.
A cake with the wonderful name:
Torta di cioccolata

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what you need:

200 g dark chocolate
100 g pine nuts (I always take ground hazelnuts, because cheaper)
125 g soft butter
4 eggs
100 g sugar
50 g flour
1 sachet of vanilla sugar
Powdered sugar + cocoa powder for dusting

Usually you have to separate the eggs, beat the egg whites and then lift later into the mixture.
Since I’m a bit lazy in this regard, happens to me all in a bowl and is simply stirred.

Then the whole thing in a cake pan
and into the preheated oven
and to bake about 50 – 60 minutes.

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 Then get out and sprinkle with powdered sugar and cocoa powder after cooling.

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et voilà

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 – homemade –
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February 11th, 2015

CornerView – love in my corner

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“Magic is believing in yourself, if you can do that, you can make anything happen.”

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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That is what I would like to give my child for life.
And a large portion of love that will always be here,
no matter where she will ever go.

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 love in my corner –
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January 27th, 2015

CornerView – experience

I want to tell you of our experience
– our hiking experience –
in the last fall.
We stayed for two nights in the lovely village of Grainau at the Austrian border and below the Zugspitze.
Our goal was to go to the Coburg hut (1917m) in Tyrol.
Described as an easy and casual hike.
In the breakfast room of the guesthouse was a trail map
that I intensively studied during while I ate a whole-grain bread and a boiled egg.
Very cozy.
I coined myself, especially the sign Coburg hut.

It was a beautiful autumn morning,
the sun was shining,
dewdrops wet meadows,
forests are wonderful yellow and red.
We walked cheerfully.
Frieda had a lot of fun
and we were looking forward to lunch at the lodge, we should reach 2-3 hours after approx.

But everything changed.
The normal way for normal once-a-year walker runs along a good path over the Ehrwalder Alm
continues through dense forest to Seeebensee
and then to Coburg hut.
All in all not very exhausting.

We took the wrong turn.
We took the other path that led to the hut.
And the path even had indeed looked shorter on the map,
but was much, much more strenuous and therefore took longer.
It was a climbing wall, which we had not, of course, want to go.
Now you must know that I the only one who wore hiking boots.
My daughter wore normal fabric sneakers,
and Frieda was with us.
Feasible the normal way for any dog.
A climbing wall, however, I would never have taken with Frieda.

It took a long time before we realized that we had gone wrong.
Too long to reverse and start moving over again.
And so we stood in sneakers and with a dog on a climbing wall.
We thought about for quite a while.
And then we decided to take a chance.

I can tell you, I sweated blood and water with fear.
Not because it was very steep. No, not because height vertigo, but I did not even look down.
I was very uncomfortable because my daughter wore simple fabric sneaker
with which you should certainly take no climbing wall.
And because Frieda was with us and we had to lift them sometimes on the next section.
Dangerous and I see us still crash in my worst dreams.

Of course, we took a long time because we were not particularly sporty.
And then I was all ready, as I had been walking ten hours.

Conclusion: Next time I will not leave me on my “good” card memory.

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The gentle start of the hike with view of the Zugspitze (2962m).

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The sign which I had in remembrance.

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Frieda has fun.

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Here we already have the climbing wall behind us.
Wou would see us sitting with trembling knees and tousled hair.

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This was the still going way to the hut (again easy).

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Fascinating situated in color and in absolute tranquility in a rock basin:
Seebensee (1657m)

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Seebensee from the other side –
the weather constantly changed between rain, sun and dense fog.

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Directly behind the Coburg hut is the Drachensee, also in a fascinating color.

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Coburg Cottage – where you can get wonderful Austrian meals:

– Dumpling Soup
– Goulash with dumplings
– roast pork
– bacon bread
– lettuce

and you can spend the night here.

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The fog there is impressive. It comes with fast speed and you see nothing.
The fog is not to be underestimated.

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The way back we went as normal once-a-year walker.

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And now I am very curious about your experiences.

 experience –
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January 20th, 2015

CornerView – walk of my dreams

I have a lot of dreams,
and despite that I do not follow.
Mostly not.
I’ve learned that it mostly turns out differently than I planned.
And since this is very often been the case,
one day I decided
I do not plan any longer.
I dream, and what will be, will be.
Whether I pursue the dream or not.

But I have also learned that when dreams shatter,
then that makes sense.
Mostly.
There is a reason why the dream went away to nothing.
I understand it until later, sometimes and most.

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 walk of my dreams –
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January 13th, 2015

CornerView – favorite plate

I do not have a favorite plate,
but I have favorite food that belong on a plate.
I love Indian and Italian,
Asian and Mexican.
And I love French food.
I love that food what I do not get every day.
Food that tastes to me like travel and adventure.

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When I was in Tours, we visited the market halls.
It was fascinating to me.
I have spotted lots of delicious and a lots of exotic,
and when you ask me,
what I would buy, I would have bought almost all the empty hall.
(especially a lot of cheese)

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 favorite plate –
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January 6th, 2015

CornerView – twinkle

I can only advise you: visit Brittany.
There you can find  wonderful motifes for every topic.

The cobwebs we have discovered in the dunes, in the early morning
when we went for a walk with Frieda.
As the sun rose, the grass sparkled like a sea full of diamonds.

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 twinkle –
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December 2nd, 2014

CornerView – open doors

Open doors for friends and family …
I like the winter time very much
when everything is cozy and bathed in warm light.
When the incense smell goes through the rooms
and the smell of freshly baked Christmas cookies.
I also like the summer time
when friends and family are to visit
and all the windows are open.
When the birds are chirping
and you can hear the voices of the neighbors.
And mild wind fills the curtains.
I like it when friends come to visit,
when the house is filled with laughter,
clattering cutlery and wine glasses
and good entertainment.
Sometimes …
because I like the quiet also
and the sound oft the simple ticking of the kitchen clock.

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This is the front door.
You are welcome if you come in.

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Living room with open door for cozy evenings on the couch.

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And the entrance to the kitchen.
The door I’ve changed many years ago against a blue beaded curtain.
Currently we are baking a lot and lit the candles on the Advent wreath.

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 open doors –
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November 25th, 2014

CornerView – one color

A great photograph is one that fully expresses
what one feels, in the deepest sense,
about what is being photographed.

Ansel Adams

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Black /white photography is something I want to dominate.
Because on a black/white picture you limit yourself to the most important, the most necessary.
Too much should not there be, and yet must be able to lose it.

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 – one color –
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November 18th, 2014

CornerView – one song

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As sure as night is dark and day is light
I keep you on my mind both day and night
And happiness I’ve known proves that it’s right
Because you’re mine, I walk the line

Johnny Cash

I admit it, my English is very, very lousy. Last Saturday I went to the friend of a friend, I had to pick up something. It was not far, but I went this route for the first time. And I crossed a wonderful, late autumn forest. The leaves had already fallen in part, and the rest who still clung to the trees, was a little yellow and mostly brown. A gorgeous brown, a warm brown, one in which you would like to place and rest.
I could not resist, I had to stop, get out and take pictures. It smelled lovely – do you know what reminds me of the smell of autum? – the smell of wood pencils, which I used in school. Stained or pencil, no matter, the main thing they were made of wood.
And it was quiet. Very quiet. Most birds are gone – to the south. And the few that are still left, here and there rustled the leaves. There was no wind … it was just silent.

When I went back to the car, I stood in the middle of the road, just on one of those white markings, and then I remembered the song “walk the line” of Johnny Cash. And now I close the circle to my first sentence of this long textes – after I was back at home and had considered and prepared the pictures  for the blog, I searched the internet for a translation lyrics of walk the line. And this resulted in a completely different sense, as I have translated it into German.

Now I know though, as it is, but for me the song will always have something to do with a road on which marks it pays to walk. Because that means the word for word translation into German.

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Later, I made myself comfortable. As cozy as you made it in the late fall when it is cool outside and is rapidly dark. I cooked a cup of coffee and ate a lemon cake. And reading a book of my favorite author … and indeed of a road. John Steinbeck’s “Cannery Row”, the road that tells of the life of casual workers, scoundrels, whores and queers.

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 one song –
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November 11th, 2014

CornerView – what do you do when you are alone at home

What I do when I’m home alone.
Hmm … I have to think. I’m rarely alone at home.
If my daughter is not there, so our Frieda is always at me.
So I’m never really alone at home.
But what I do when I’m alone with Frieda, I can tell you.
I love to  walk alone with Frieda,
I like to drink a cup of coffee just for me,
I enjoy it, to hear only the ticking of the clock when I’m sitting alone in the kitchen.
I often read the newspaper or a book, if I’m alone.
I surf the internet and visit your blogs.
I am also happy on the couch, alone and in absolute peace.
I watch movies or series (did I mention that I love to watch tv series?).
Sometimes I edit photos and create a blog post.
I do not do much, but is very good for me.
Then I often do nothing special and enjoy.

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 what do you do when you are alone at home –
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