No hurry but time

Is there time.
Of course.
Should I take more time, always.
Life is in a hurry, but this isn't new to me, my Mom was in a hurry, ever, when ever we went for groceries and we ran into a friend, she said out of the blue that she was in a terrible hurry..... I looked up to her and thought, are we....
So in all those years that went by things didn't change so badly.
There are books we can purchase about how to hurry less in daily life.
It's a main topic for us, those who are heading a mid life some how but it's a wave that goes through all kind off echelons.
Just thinking .
getting there in my thoughts. I am making lists these days, lots of small full written lists. There is no end to these lists and yet I still sleep for beauty and a brand new day.

Girls baking for their sister coming home, coming home.
Chocolate and eggs and butter and patience and time. baking a sweet cake for a sister coming back from a trip with school. Gorgeous and the best thought. Time. Friendship and sisterhood?! I love it and I hope I can make this kind of time ever. 

Just a perfect day

Just a perfect cake for a perfect day.
Is there ever a day that you think I won't bake a cake.
I could bake every day though.
But I don't.
No time.
Way to much calories.
In fact this cake is one f those pieces completely home made by the girls, the girls only!
The taste was so chocolate and sweet , the pefect fit for the birthday girl. My colorful and still very cosmopolitan daughter.
We're getting to the end of ur Morocco journey.
Just another two months and we will be packed and gone, forever? I don't think so. We will be back, for more time and colors in this amazing part of the world.
Another door though will open.
London is calling!
lets say it is a new start.
My blog will get a new design!
I am very excited.
It has been time.
Doors and colors, an eclectic picture of my daily life.
Allergies to live with and recipes to discover, cakes to bake and that my friends will be another small adventure.
Let's celebrate the day.

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Ladies Supper

Now I have some close friends and a sister who will join this blog. In fact I think it is the ultimate moment for them to join, as my thoughts are going up and down, and south and north. This last movement in my brain must be related and as such seen as a periodical wrinkle: we are soon on the move again, but this has been mentioned already. What's happening is that I am again the victim of my own destiny. And that my friend is that do completely miss the competence to: focus. A simple and modest focus would be heaven for me.
I mentioned this, some hours ago to a friend, which whom I am connected through a social network. These ones: social networks and friends are sometimes so mixed up, I mean I don't find the clue so far to keep all these social plates up in the air. I mean really, who can, who does. I can't do it as it seems. My profile asks me to upload because I am only for 40 percent in the air..)) My statics for my blog are far behind any serious poll..)) And still I think , thought I was doing something I pretend to be good at. Now that I received some clear and dearly answers from friends and sister that they do accept my invitation to come on board; blog wise)) I need to sail on. While my compass is heading North, the direction where we will (probably) travel to and live this Summer, my heart beats pretty much Sunshine. I think I was made to be outdoor for my never lasting love for light in the air. Live by opening the doors towards the outside, the terrace.)) and for sweet baking for 4. In fact I am giving it a thought to do a project about cooking for 4. Just cooking myself through my cookbooks, let's say the nice ones, to start with a book completely dedicated to vegetables. by two French ladies. Rabat made me forget any groceries shopping and therefor cooking from a recipe makes big sense, I will buy the ingredients and that's it.
I will be cooking for 4 as my dear husband left already North. So dinner for 4: the girls and myself: ladiess supper!! There is a lot in common in French cuisine and the Moroccan kitchen. The acids of the lemons and the oranges. The sweet flavors of cinnamon, ginger, rose syrup..)) Potatoes varieties, easy to get here as are the green fresh herbs: coriander, parsley, basel, lemon grass..)) See that  lavender and rose petals crown a home made cake.
So ladies it's lady time only.
This sounds spring at last!

Miss you all here.

Sweet Valentine.

Dutch heart
wishes
sweetest
day
whispers
morning glory

genuine strawberries

Morocco is a port of flavors,
fruits,
flavors,
markets,
street secenery
and boys from the country,
selling their tresors,
waiting for any luck,
sometimes I stop the car,
days I drive on,
I go and buy and alterbate shops and markets,
the mood of the day,
means a lot about what and where,
and how much,
a remarkable paradise of fruit,
a garden filled with passion,
and smiling girls smiling,
when they eat the fresh and purple fruit.

Berries and sweet dear friends

Don't feel my fingers.
It is cold these days in Morocco, Rabat,
my Rabat these days for still some more months.
The berries in the kitchen. Seasons got confused here.
These all color berries are so related to the early Summer and here it is that I find it all from the Southern parts and my blue ceramics bowls from Fez are intense lovely while I decorate them with my strawberries, my raspberries and my blue berries, all berries do connect me with those who told me stories or gave me the wonder of nice recipes.
In Kelly her kitchen there always blue berries. 
Muffins I only ate them first with her, in her light kitchen in Pully. She was the muffin queen for the girls indeed. An obligation to go to Kelly's for a breakfast with these blue soft muffin morning tasty treat. My beloved friend I miss you here.
Strawberries with Maude. Out in the fields, outside Lausanne, baskets full of these small red crowns and green leaves. Girls, smaller with their friends, running through the fields, hot sun and large summery season heads. The marvelous smell in her kitchen in the old village of Cully, the jam was sugary and rich and gorgeous the color to tempt for some time before tasting it with fresh bread or with home made cake.
Jacqueline in Cassis, my neighbor, my savant, her traditions and values, her love for the girls and her exquisite tenderness. her words for food and sight, and berries so that we should every day eat those because of better eyes.