Life beats blogging 6-0

A pause is in place, I think. Life is so good  just now, I'm concentrating on enjoying the days and nights of Prague med min igelkott.

The time previously used blogging is now directed elsewhere. But grieve not my faithful reader(s), as Arnold said, I'll be back.

The river dream

I was walking along the riverside of Göta kanal. There was a small hut with a blinking neon sign on roof saying "embarking point of unlikely adventures". I just knew that taking a boat from there would be the greatest trip ever. So I stayed there, waiting for the boat.

Life seems like an neverending BBQ

We've been grilling several times during the summer. Grilovaly jsme. There was an official end-of-the-summer BBQ already, but last weekend being sunny and warm it was followed by next-of-the-last BBQ. And maybe next weekend another one. Yummy things come and go, can't keep track of all the goodies we've had. Stromovka is a nice spot to grill, as they provide tables, benches, garbage bins and almost too curious dogs.

Last Sunday I made a dessert inspired by last weekend's pina colada muffins and cheese cake. Grilled pineapple marinated in rhum, lime and mint. On top of it sweet sauce from condensated milk, coconut cream and cream cheese, spiced with lime. So good. So heavy. Like combined pina colada and mojito. Cojito? Molada? Italian sweet Moscato to wash it down with. Other dishes were [sausage], chili marinated corn on the cob, guacamole and chimichurri.

Last weekend I had with me asian delicacies like kimchi-pickled radish and BBQ mock meat with a great smoky flavor.

Dream about the Woods

I'm on a joyride with an IT guy from my previous working place. First we're having fun but soon the driver accelerates so that we start joke nervously of being kidnapped. As we are. We're on our way to the Woods. And that's bad. Major bad.

At the Woods there's a mansion waiting, inside the mansion there's the man, landowner of the Woods. He has my sisters sitting in chairs looking pained and smiling unnaturally, he serves us cakes and sweet pastries. Nothing savoury, not even croissant. These serving finally unravel me the man's monstrosity. The Woods is an evil evil place.

Tuareg dream

I'm in the desert with someone important. The night is falling and we're about to go to sleep. I wish to put up a tent, but our native guide declines and disapprovingly tells us that we can't see the stars sleeping in a tent. Ok, we'll expose ourselves to leathally freezing night but if we freeze, we'll be frozen under a wonderful luminosity.

The day called today

It has been a good day. Woke up early in good company. Saw a mother and baby girl in tram wearing matching beige trench coats, mom in Burberry and daughter in buggy sucking a pacifier. Also saw a hiphopper dude in tram, ridiculously low-waist jeans and all. Listening to aggressive loud gangsta rap and reading Edgar Allan Poe. A dog grinning like maniac, carrying a stick twice as tall as the dog itself. Saw a happy person on a tram window reflection and noticed that was me.

Later went to supermarket with a clear list and plan how to prepare nutritionally balanced meals. Bought silly things instead like pitahaya, figs, 4 kinds of cheese.

It has been a good day indeed.