I can’t believe that tomorrow is my last day here. I head to Warsaw on Monday by train and will spend the night there before a long flight to Chicago at Tuesday noon.
Meanwhile, things proceed apace here. The Editor-in-Chief is busy supervising “Letters from our orchard”:
Although she does take a break from time to time, making a catloaf on the dog’s bed:
As a special parting treat, Malgorzata made a Swedish cake, apparently well known in the southern part of that country, called “The Professor’s Cake” (srsly). It begins with the tedious peeling of many raw almonds that have been soaked in boiled water to loosen the skins. Those almonds are then chopped and mixed with a deep chocolate cake batter to yield a decadent and delicious cake:
I found one version of the recipe here, though it’s made with hazelnuts. Malgozata said, “Oh no—it must be almonds.”
Malgorzata got the recipe from, of all places, the daughter of the Bishop of Lund.
The cake was a mid-afternoon treat. Dinner, two hours later, was a stir-fry of chicken breast and scallions, served with rice and salad:
Finally, three photos by Sarah Lawson—A Man and His Cat:
Reading moral philosophy. I’m awake; Hili is asleep:
The results of reading moral philosophy: I am asleep; Hili is awake (and washing herself)
Is that a blissful cat or what? (Not to mention the human. . . )
And finally, my obligatory formal portrait of The Queen: