Today's karkade was too sweet, so on this beautiful summer afternoon, I watered it down. No big deal. At sunset I opened a bottle of white wine that turned out to be sour. When you spend most of the year in Luxor, cheap wine is really a waste of time, when good wine is available. Far out in the country side with no shops, what do you do with sour South African white wine and sweet karkade from Luxor?
Not only was the first blend a perfect balance, the colour matched the glowing red sun behind the birch trees. Tomorrow I shall be going back to the city for one night before a little trip to Norway, so I challenged myself to make something delicious of whatever was left in the kitchen: buckwheat flour, two eggs, soft white French cheese, yesterday's cauliflower soup and leftover cream of ramsons or whatever it is called in English.
I know that it is obvious: creamy soup with a handful of fresh herbs from the garden, cheese that melted on the tongue, blinis with bright green ramson cream topped with a few walnuts. Simple, but tasty and it even matched the table cloth in the garden.
I watched a fabulous sunset while nibbling on these little delicacies sipping a deep red karkade cooler. One of those moments when you wish that someone would show up unannounced, so that you can pretend that this is how you live every day.
