After 6 months of training in the field of bread baking I finally felt ready to approach the “piece de résistance” of Swiss bread baking which is the Butterzopf. It’s the bread most people enjoy Sunday morning and is a really delicious white bread with lots of butter.
For Christmas I got from Vendittis a 10kg bag of the perfect zopf flour directly from the mill which sure adds to the great result and of course also Keagan’s perfect brushing of the egg yolk glaze 🙂
For our foreign friends: Please leave a comment if you’re interested in the recipe.
As I’ve written before and as all the poor souls I terrorized with my tales of woe know well enough, we had to deal with quite a few pregnancy complications. This entailed several visits at my doctor at very odd hours and a stint at the ER of the hospital.
Aren’t ER doctors just the rudest breed of people? You just know you are getting on their nerves for even existing and are ruining their plan for the perfect evening. So when the doctor talked to me veeeery slowly and veeeery gently (“Eeeverthing willl be quiiite alright, Mrs. Linder. Just don’t get up just yet and breeeeeeathe…”) and reassuringly patted my head, I knew I was making a total fool of myself. But really: worse things happen at sea and worse things happened to me.
Anyway, to some of these doctor’s appointments and also to the infamous ER visit, we had to take Keagan with us. He played with the iPhone and didn’t seem to take to much notice. Only in the ER waiting room, he once asked me “Mama, why are you acting so weird?” my reply of “Because I’m a bit crazy right now” he accepted without any hesitation. Thank you, fruit of my loins, for your vote of confidence.
But a few days later he asked me if I had a baby in my belly. Eventhough I would have preferred not to tell him for another 2 months, I said yes and asked him how he found out about it. He then said that he had thought about it all by him-self. Then he asked how big the baby was now. When being told it was a mere 6cm he made cooing noises and said “oh, it’s just itty-bitty tiny”. So he wouldn’t get his hopes up to high, I told him, that the baby has to grow for a long long time still and that sometimes babies don’t want to do that.
In the evening I asked Keagan, if he would still sing me a lullaby. He said no. But he wanted to sing a song for the baby. It went like this:
Grow, baby, grow
you know you have to grow.
We for sure have the sweetest little boy on the planet. He will be a magnificent big brother.
“Mama with baby in her belly” and obviously a really bad hair day
1. 138 kg of luggage. Yeah, Mama likes the shopping.
2. A severe yearning for going back there. Now! Why can’t we go back now? Seriously, can a day be a really good day without having spent at least a part of it at La Palapa?
3. A little passenger, who kept us on our toes the last two months, by throwing a few complications at us and causing me to regress to a babbling sobbing mass of self-pity, whenever these complications struck.
Of course our pregnancy test was a digital one. What kind of backwater household do you think we live in???
But now the little bean seems to have made up its mind a bit more and I have upgraded my personal status from “maybe baby” to “kinda probably baby”. So, this is a call to everybody to still visit us in the next few months before I first expand to the size of a blue whale and then (due date is August 6th) regress again to a babbling, nursing mass of self-pity.
Carrie pointed me to this one. A very funny must read article from “The Onion”:
Gay Teen Worried He Might Be Christian
Seems to me as if we’re not the only one who have lots of snow. This a satellite picture of Britain on January 7th 2010.
via BBC News