Coffee and cinnamon rolls
reminds me of home, of my parents.
I remember the first time I tried to make the cinnamon rolls alone at home when I was kid,
trying so hard and I didn't have enough power in my arms to mix it or knead the dough.
My mom came home and did it for me. She's really good baker, used to be a pastry chef.
She showed how to do it, helped me and since then, I know how to do cinnamon rolls by myself.
I left the fancy icing away since R doesn't like it (and these are traditional finnish ones without).
This reminds me of my parents as they always have cinnamon rolls at home.
coffee and cinnamon rolls.
I was taking photos of the pastry, when I saw through the lens little paw trying to grab the bun.
Sliding, little by little, this little kitty was all over the bun - ready to taste it!
I think she has really good taste, all what we cook - she wants a bite!
We must be excellent at the kitchen.
We had raclette on sunday.
If you ever come to France at winter time, this is the thing you need to try!
And me, I'm getting better. I just came back from the first physical therapy session, my kiné is spanish girl and we both struggle to speak french(she forgot how to speak english so we are stuck with french).
Must be hilarious for the others too.
I'm hoping to be in better shape soon, planning to buy finally a good bike.
City bike, more sporty one?
How I should choose?
By the way, if you know cool interior deco blogs or websites that gives nice ideas and DIY's,
let me know!
I want do something for the apartment.