- In extension of our chats (semi-regular, because, life and the following), Louisa and I cooked together via video chat, crossing and connecting a great distance over the equator, 9-hour time difference, and opposite seasons. One person shares a recipe, and guides the other through making it. While I harvested kales and other leafy greens in Autumnal Rotterdam, the Netherlands, Louisa sliced carrots in Springy Melbourne, Australia. She also prepared this meal at the end of the day, while I was still gathering myself after a rough night of sleep.
+ In extension of our chats (semi-regular, because, life and the following), Louisa and I cooked together via video chat, crossing and connecting a great distance over the equator, 9-hour time difference, and opposite seasons. One person shares a recipe, and guides the other through making it. While I harvested kales and other leafy greens in autumnal Rotterdam, the Netherlands, Louisa sliced carrots in springy Melbourne, Australia. She also prepared this meal at the end of the day, while I was still gathering myself after a rough night of sleep.
-In the couple of weeks where Summer turns into Fall, and Spring into Summer on the other end, we do sometimes find some overlap in our days. Similar weather, some sun, some rain, overall more dreary on this end with shorter days. The few late raspberries that I was able to pick due to a bit of late September warmth, are no match by far for the handfuls of berries and luscious plums and peaches that are already in season over there. Peaches! Oh how I'd love to have a peach tree.
+In the couple of weeks where summer turns into fall, and spring into summer on the other end, we do sometimes find some overlap in our days. Similar weather, some sun, some rain, overall more dreary on this end with shorter days. The few late raspberries that I was able to pick due to a bit of late September warmth, are no match by far for the handfuls of berries and luscious plums and peaches that are already in season over there. Peaches! Oh how I'd love to have a peach tree.
All poetic virtual traveling aside, as Louisa put it when I proposed the project, "Your breakfast can be my dinner and vice versa!!"
And so we began.
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But we don't have it in season right now, so they didn't have it at the market.
- I put two cups of water in a small saucepan and added a heaped teaspoon of powdered vegetable stock in it. (Actually it was marked as "chicken style" vegetable stock which made Inge laugh when I showed her!) I tried to mimic the broth with the spices, vegetables and herbs I had available. I cut some chili chilli, garlic, and a small red onion before adding the available vegetables. We talked about what we can grow in the yard this time of year, and found out that early Spring in Melbourne and Autumn in Rotterdam is good for beet leaves, beans, spinach. While I was waiting for the broth to boil I watched as Inge went down into her garden to pick the vegetables for her own version of the soup.
+ I put two cups of water in a small saucepan and added a heaped teaspoon of powdered vegetable stock in it. (Actually it was marked as "chicken style" vegetable stock which made Inge laugh when I showed her!) I tried to mimic the broth with the spices, vegetables and herbs I had available. I cut some chili chilli, garlic, and a small red onion before adding the available vegetables. We talked about what we can grow in the yard this time of year, and found out that early spring in Melbourne and autumn in Rotterdam is good for beet leaves, beans, spinach. While I was waiting for the broth to boil I watched as Inge went down into her garden to pick the vegetables for her own version of the soup.
I don't know if I have enough battery, but I'll try to take you outside.
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Me, My Mom and Those Three Eggs
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index 6dd5aba..7ef8300 100644
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+++ b/src/components/edition3/mittens.vue
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#illustration {
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margin-top: 150px;
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Colophon
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index 5eb31e1..5686359 100644
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+++ b/src/components/edition3/olives.vue
@@ -116,15 +116,9 @@ a {
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#illustration {
- width: 80%;
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margin-top: 150px;
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- filter: grayscale(0%);
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.color_back {
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Me, My Mom and Those Three Eggs
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index 4f90785..1e4bbf1 100644
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src: url('../../../fonts/AUTHENTICSans-Condensed-60.otf');
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#illustration {
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margin-top: 150px;
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index f1a550c..c63d9b3 100644
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margin-top: 150px;
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index 837c8b6..297fbad 100644
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width: 100%;
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margin-top: 150px;
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#illustration {
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margin-top: 150px;
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max-height: 100%;
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But blandness aside, I like this certainty of a particular food or a recipe that can allow you a soothing break. Whether enabling you to again be a five-year-old little girl in your grandmother’s kitchen, tackling Matzah balls with a spoon bigger than your own head, or weaving a raft of stability in an ever-changing, ever-menacing new normality. Because food can be great, like that.
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