That House

We baked
...buns this morning ...and some honeysweetened bread that I filled with banana, apple, pear, raisins and cinnamon. It turned out very tasty. And my man imagined having a bakery - named Hildegard - only using "spelt-flour" (instead of wheat) And I imagined living close to a mill...

In the nineties
...I lived in a little white cottage on the countryside on the coast. Not far from a farm that grew spelt. (The Swedish for spelt is Dinkel) On this farm they were building a mill at the time. I got all my flour from them in return of a painting I had done that the lady had liked. We got honey from Sylve who had beehives in our garden. I got milk from Ingemar, a nearby farmer. I "served myself" in his barn and put money in his cap for the milk. Egg I got from another farmer in the neighbourhood. The spices and herbs I grew in our own garden. Onions and carrots I bought from my postman, Lars. I also bought some juicy meat on ocations from his pigs that only lived outdoor. Sometime we also had meat that we had hunted ourselves on our little piece of land. Not to worry - I am not hunting anymore.

I was imagining
...the Hildegard bakery in a surrounding like this - where most ingredients came from close by. And I could see the beautiful Hildegard-logo on the paperbags we would use and the Hildegard-sign above the door!

And when we were baking
...Noak and I, I said it would be nice to share the bread with someone. I asked Noak who he would like to come. He whispered; Marjatta. She and her sons appeared at our door some hours later when Noak was having a nap. (Five months since the last Marjatta-visit.) Noak was soon awake and was SHINING like the sun!