When people come to visit, I like to make apple pie because unlike some of my more experimental efforts, it is foolproof and always edible. This one is the tried and trusted puff pastry made with 250g plain flour, quark and butter each, rolled, folded, chilled, and then the same again before use. Put lots of flour on the board for rolling pin and hands, this is one sticky mess. On top of the apples, I sprinkled some pistachios and spooned apricot jam dissolved in some water over it. Nice!
B. und ich aßen diese herrlichen Semmeln im Schweinderlparadies Herrmannsdorf...
B. and I went for the carbs and fat (I am just thinking of Roseanne and "the only thing wrong with fat is there's no sugar in it")
...während J. sich mit Energieriegeln anturnte (ich höre schon meine Mutter: "Wenn du schlank werden willst, iss was die J. isst")
J.'s choice was some energy bars and lots of good drink
Aber in Aying waren wir uns alle drei einig - B. hatte sich den Backhendlsalat ein bisschen backhendl-lastiger vorgestellt...
In the beergarden we all agreed on proper food, although the chicken salad was a bit too salady for B.'s taste
Yesterday - a glorious day after all the rain and unpleasantness, I went on a bike outing through strawberry and piglet country with two friends. We are the hardcore cyclists in my social circle and do this quite regularly. Thanks to a little problem with my bike, we managed to have three breaks for refreshment in the space of six hours. Which seemed about right. Pictures above.