There's nothing smart about the recipes of those two delicious things: both the dough and the can of peach halves were bought in the grocery's store a while ago, while the fresh bilberries were brought to me straight from the forest(thank you, Mum and Dad, once again!).
It's a beautiful summer morning with no need to rush anywhere. No people around her. Coincidence or not, but she desperately needs some time for herself. No, not to lie in the hot almond smelling tub for an hour. She needs to think. She has to - her life's going to change entirely from the end of the summer. She's turning twenty, starting studying in the new city of her homeland(not abroad like she planned) after a one year break and her best friend, G., is leaving. She's used to seeing her girl once in the two or three months time, but this time she'll be thousands of kilometers away for the whole year. This thought saddens her a lot and that's the reason why she's listening to the G.'s and her summer playlist. They usually listened to it whenever they drove somewhere spontaneously. Now, there's a different reason, so, she adds some sad Johnny Cash songs. Oddly enough, but they cheer her mood up. She starts moving her hips to the beat of the music and singing along.
She rolls her pajama shirt's sleeves up, puts a white apron which still smells the fresh air of the Atlantic ocean and reminds the two memorable weeks in the paradise. She starts preparing to cook: covers the baking pans with the baking paper, makes the pudding, washes and mashes the bilberries. Adds some sugar. Then she dips her finger into the plum-coloured jam, licks it and closes her eyes. The taste takes her back to the childhood, when she was just a small girl and spent each summer living in the village with her grandparents. When it was always her job to taste the jam to make sure that grandma used enough sugar. She was a happy child. She still is.
The teapot starts whistling and brings her back to the reality. She opens her eyes and smiles. She knows that everything is going to be okay, just like then, fifteen years ago. May be not the way she expected in the beginning of the year, but it's still going be a great year. It has to. She's going to enjoy every minute of her brand new life, doesn't matter that she'll be alone in the unknown city.
She feels the tension in the muscles of her cheeks, but she can't help smiling. She rolls the dough, forms triangles and squares and fills them with the pudding. Finally, she makes herself a huge pot of coffee and waits until the mini-pies become golden. Life's good and that proves the first bite of the heavenly bilberry triangle.
She rolls her pajama shirt's sleeves up, puts a white apron which still smells the fresh air of the Atlantic ocean and reminds the two memorable weeks in the paradise. She starts preparing to cook: covers the baking pans with the baking paper, makes the pudding, washes and mashes the bilberries. Adds some sugar. Then she dips her finger into the plum-coloured jam, licks it and closes her eyes. The taste takes her back to the childhood, when she was just a small girl and spent each summer living in the village with her grandparents. When it was always her job to taste the jam to make sure that grandma used enough sugar. She was a happy child. She still is.
The teapot starts whistling and brings her back to the reality. She opens her eyes and smiles. She knows that everything is going to be okay, just like then, fifteen years ago. May be not the way she expected in the beginning of the year, but it's still going be a great year. It has to. She's going to enjoy every minute of her brand new life, doesn't matter that she'll be alone in the unknown city.
She feels the tension in the muscles of her cheeks, but she can't help smiling. She rolls the dough, forms triangles and squares and fills them with the pudding. Finally, she makes herself a huge pot of coffee and waits until the mini-pies become golden. Life's good and that proves the first bite of the heavenly bilberry triangle.
Tu geriau už Julie & Julia rašai, katine ;o ♥
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