Škorčica

Šopek petstotih A bouquet of five hundred

2012-01-31T17:07:00.001+01:00

Ob 500. objavi si bom sama sebi voščila s šopkom raznoraznih rožic,

ubogih rev, ki se jim nekako ni uspelo kvalificirati mednje.

I will give myself a bouquet made of all sorts of flowers at my 500th post.

These poor ladies somehow didn’t qualify to be a part of them.

vrtnice, ki mi jih je za Gregorjevo dal Miro

roses that Miro gave me for the last Gregorjevo

roža, ki smo jo predlani jeseni dali v posvojitev v toplejše kraje k najnovejšem delu naše razširjene družine

a plant that we gave up to adoption to the newest part of our extended family,

living in the warmer, coastal region of the country

cvetovi topinamburja z domačega vrta na nek mavričen dan

topinambur flower from our garden on a rainbow day

vrtnice z dedkovega vrta, ki me vedno spomnijo na praznovanja rojstnega dne

roses from my grandpa’s garden that always remind me of celebrations of my birthday

moja AVGUSTvarjanja girlanda, ki krasi še sive stene najinega bodočega domovanja

my AVGUSTvarjanja garland that embellishes still grey walls of our future home

umetne rože s pokopališča z razgledom na baški zaliv (ena, dve in tri)

artificial flowers from a cemetery with a beautiful view over Mediterranean see in Croatia (one, two and three)

vrtnice, ki objemajo najin bodoči dom

roses that embrace our future home

pomladne trobentice z najljubšo tačko na svetu

spring primroses with my most beloved paw

nageljna in še ena zelo zanimiva roža neznanega imena pri stričevi družini

carnations and one other, unknown yet interesting flower at my uncle’s family

mamin oleander ob poletnem sončnem zahodu

my mum’s oleander at summer sunset

Ker vse niso šle v en pušeljček in ker sem ob pregledovanju seveda naletela tudi na tiste starejše od bloga, sem jih s pentljicami povezala še nekaj za prihodnje objave.

[fotografije so posnete še s fotoaparatom, ki je bil prvi zaposlen na tem blogu, nekatere pa s kakšnim njegovim predhodnikom]

As I couldn’t made just one bouquet out of these beauties and because there are many older then this blog, I decided to make more of them and show them to you in future posts.

[photos were taken with the first camera that had been employed here, at this blog up till recently, some of them with its forerunner]

Med zimo in pomladjo Between winter and spring

2012-01-30T17:01:00.000+01:00

Morda bi se ob pogledu skozi okno kdo zmotil in pomislil, da je že pomlad, ampak ko občutiš mraz in veter, veš, da temu ni tako. Pa vseeno, čudoviti so ti sončni dnevi!

If you look through a window you might think that there is spring already, but when you step outside and feel the cold and wind, you know you are wrong.

But still, these sunny days are amazing! I suppose it’s true what one of our popular tourist slogans says “Slovenia – on the sunny side of the Alps”. :)

Speaking of tourism. And beauties of Slovenia. And stealing photos. Past couple of days our news were full of stories about one British tourist agency which was promoting renowned French alpine resorts using photographs of our Bled and Posočje region (some pictures of Soča River here and here). What an ugly thing to do!

Kulinarična nedelja Culinary Sunday

2012-01-29T18:47:00.000+01:00

Evo mene – lotila sem se kuharskega izziva. O tem, kaj je bil najtežji del naloge, sploh ni potrebno razlagat, vsaj tistim ne, ki poznajo Špelin blog in vejo, da so tam same dobre stvari, ena boljša od druge. Zelo kruto! :)

Pogled se mi je zataknil na receptu z granatnim jabolkom, sadežem, ki ga sicer poznam in vedno občudujem njegovo fotogeničnost, a ga – ne boste verjeli – nisem še nikoli poskusila (razlog je zelo preprost: ker pač zaradi obilice druge hrane ni prišel nikoli na vrsto).

Padla sem tudi na cvetačo, ki je pripravljena na podoben način kot tu in tu, in oboje seveda obožujem!

Cvetačne cvetke sem pokapala z oljčnim oljem, potresla z mleto kumino in soljo, jih pol ure pekla na 200°C, dala v kozarce, prelila z jogurtom in vse skupaj okrasila s pečkami granatnega jabolka. [originalen recept dobite tule]

Ma, jaz sem navdušena, kljub temu, da sem že vnaprej vedela da bo zelo dobro, vsi ostali jedci pa prav tako! :)

Sprehodite se po Špelinih receptih, kakšnega preizkusite, fotografirajte in ji e-pošljite posnetek. Morda si prislužite kuhinjski brener. Jaz se z eno od fotografij danes mečem v boben za mojo mami, ki že nekaj časa sanja, da bi ga imela doma. :)

Več o pravilih sodelovanja si preberite na Culinary journey by me.

Here I go – I’ve decided to participate in a cooking challenge. I’m not going to tell you what was the hardest part of it, as all of you who are already familiar with Špela’s blog know that you can’t find anything but delicious food there, one dish better than other. Very cruel! :)

My eyes got stuck at a recipe containing a pomegranate. This is a fruit that I know of and I always admire its beauty, but – you’re not going to believe this – I haven’t tried it so far (the reason is very simple: because of abundance of all different food it has never come to turn yet).

I also fell for cauliflower that is made in a similar way like here and here and, of course, I adore both!

I sprinkled cauliflower florets with olive oil, ground cumin and salt, baked them at 200°C for half an hour, put them in glasses, poured everything with yoghurt and decorated with pomegranate seeds. [you can find the original recipe here]

Well, I’m impressed, even though I already knew I will like it, and other eaters are just the same! :)

Take a tour across Špela’s recipes, try some, take a photograph of it and e-mail her a photo. Maybe you’ll win a kitchen torch. I’m throwing myself today into the draw for my mum, who dreams for quite some time now how nice it would be to have something like this at home. :)

You can read more about the giveaway-rules at Culinary journey by me.

Zadnja januarska sobota Last January Saturday

2012-01-28T19:17:00.000+01:00

Najprej sem uživala v slastnem kosilu, ki ga je pripravila mami po receptu Jamiea Oliverja. S pršutom je ovila po dve in dve sardeli, mednje vrinila namaz (sesekljan koromač, origano, popražene pinjole, drobtine, olivno olje, sol in poper), vse skupaj spela z vejicami rožmarina in spekla.

Nato sva se skupaj odpravili na sprehod in ga nenačrtovano, v stilu klinc-pejva, začinili s kakavom, kjer se vedno znova opravičujejo, da ni narejen iz benka, ampak je pravi. Saj, odvrne mami prijazni natakarici, zato pa sva prišli sem! :)

Z granatnim jabolkom na prvi sliki imam pa pomembne načrte. :)

First I enjoyed a delicious lunch, prepared by my mum based on Jamie Oliver’s recipe. She made little sandwiches out of two pilchards and a spread (chopped fennel, oregano, roasted pine nuts, crumbs, olive oil, salt and pepper), wrapped each one with pršut [=prosciutto], pinned them with rosemary branches and baked them.

Then we went on a walk and spiced it up with an unplanned cup of cocoa in an oh-what-the-hell style. :)

And I have important plans with this pomegranate in the first picture. :)

Vrtnica velikanka Giant rose

2012-01-27T17:18:00.000+01:00

Danes sem na nekem vrtu videla to orjaško vrtnico, vso poletno in žarečo,
toda nisem mogla ugotoviti iz česa je narejena.
Verjetno je bila glinena ali pa celo kovinska, kdo ve.
Dokaj zanimivo in povsem primerno za petek, da vam voščim lep vikend! :)

I saw this huge rose in someone’s garden today. It was all summery and cheerful,
but I couldn’t found out what it was made of.
Looked like clay or maybe even metal, who knows.
Quite interesting and very suitable for Friday to wish you all a nice weekend! :)

Zláto sonce Golden sun

2012-01-26T14:55:00.000+01:00

Sonc je veliko vrst. Danes je zláto.

There are many kinds of suns. Today it is golden.

Ptičja objava Bird post

2012-01-25T16:00:00.000+01:00

Da vnesem malo džungle v sicer sončen in brezsnežen zimski dan,
sem med dva današnja utrinka vrinila tudi eno svojo
AVGUSTvarjanja sliko na steklu iz leta 2004, dimenzij 30x40cm.

To bring a bit of jungle in this winter day, even though it is sunny and snowless,
I inserted one of my 2004 AVGUSTvarjanja paintings on glass [30x40 cm]
between two captured moments of today.

Lisičja barva Foxy colour

2012-01-24T17:02:00.000+01:00

Samo enkrat lahko ugibate, komu je bil namenjen ta ne ravno prijateljski pogled,
kljub temu da sta oba (obe?) skoraj enake barve. :)
[nekomu, ki se začne na "Z"]

You may guess only one time to whom this not quite friendly look was intended for,

even though they’re both almost the same colour. :)

[to someone who begins with "Z"]

140

2012-01-23T15:31:00.000+01:00

Na najinem koledarju piše, da bi danes Plečnik praznoval 140. rojstni dan.
Vesela (in prijetno presenečena) sem, da so se tega spomnili tudi
z risbo Tromostovja na naslovnici slovenske različice Googla.

[zgornjo fotografijo Tromostovja je decembra 2009 posnel Miro]

I was pleasantly surprised when I found out that Slovenian version of
Google’s first page is embellished with Tromostovje (=triple bridge) today.
The drawing marks the 140th birth anniversary of
our architect Jože Plečnik, who is its author.

[photo of Tromostovje above was taken by Miro in December 2009,
but you can also find photos of it in some of my previous posts: here, here, here and here]

Vikendske tri Three weekend ones

2012-01-22T17:41:00.000+01:00

1: večerno zbiranje ptic (a niso to nori pogledi: brezoblačno nebo, prepredeno s črnimi črtami in točkami!)

2: Lonca, Zojina prijateljica (več o tej zgodbi o prijateljstvu tukaj)

3: sveži sirovi in špinačni torteloni z bazilikinim pestom, večerja pripravljena v petih minutah in večerja tudi POJEDENA v petih minutah! :)
(že tako spet nisva upoštevala navodil, kjer piše, da je ena vrečka dovolj za dve osebi, pa vseeno – zlahka bi zmazala še eno tako porcijo! [no, polovično pa res!])

1: evening bird-gathering (aren’t this kind of views the best: clear sky crisscrossed by black lines and dots!)

2: Lonca, Zoja’s friend (more about this friendship story here)

3: fresh cheese and spinach torteloni with basilica pesto, a dinner prepared in five minutes and also a dinner EATEN in five minutes! :)
(once again we didn’t follow the instructions, where it says that one bag is enough for two persons, but still – I could have easily dealt with another portion! [well, at least a half of it!])

Slalom

2012-01-21T18:27:00.000+01:00

Voda na kajakaški progi je bila danes tako nizka, da se je naš volk odločil odpeljati en slalom.
(in se, kot ponavadi, mimogrede še razjezil in nalajal slapič vode, ki je očitno izstopal) :)
Kakšno veselje je to bilo!

Water at the kayak course was so low today that our wolf decided to do slalom.

(and by the way got angry and barked at a stream of water, as always, if it stands out in any way) :)

What a joy that was!

Pred pol ure Half an hour ago

2012-01-20T17:55:00.001+01:00

Nemogoče je videti lepo nebo,
okrašeno z vedno spreminjajočimi se oblaki,
in ga ne občudovati.

It is impossible to see a beautiful sky

decorated with ever-changing clouds

and not admire it.

Zgodovina bodočega doma 5 Future home history 5

2012-01-18T18:24:00.000+01:00

To leseno pručko na zadnjem posnetku sta mi za 3. rojstni dan poklonila stara starša.
Na stranicah so komaj še vidni dedkovi vedno zabavni napisi.

Preživela je že vse živo, trenutno pa je zaposlena v najinem bodočem domu in je
temu primerno zaprašena in utrujena. Ko bo odslužila svoje, jo nameravam obnoviti.

[posnetki so nametani brez nekega reda in so v večini iz težkega začetnega, še razdiralnega obdobja]

This small wooden stool in the last picture was a gift from my grandparents for my 3rd birthday.

On its sides there can still be slightly seen grandpa’s always fun painted words.

It has survived everything possible and is now employed in our future home, therefore dusted

and tired of course. Once it serves out its current purpose, I’m going to renovate it.

[pictures are put together without an order and are mostly from that hard beginning-period,

when there was a destructivism still dominating over the construction]

Uživam! Enjoying!

2012-01-17T18:41:00.001+01:00

Kako je fino zdaj, ko imam nov fotoaparat in lahko posnamem marsikaj, kar prej nisem mogla. In ljudem me ni treba več toliko časa čakat :), ker napravim manj posnetkov (prej sem delala milijon ponovitev).

Igračkam se z zumom, čeprav to ni nekaj, kar mi je najbolj pomembno (od nekdaj imam namreč veliko raje kar širokokoten pogled), ampak kadar se ga rabi, se ga pač rabi, zdaj mi je pa zanimiv predvsem zato, ker ga približno 5 let praktično nisem mogla uporabljat.

In nobenih temnih kotov! (uf, kako so mi šli na živce!)

Še najhuje pri starem mi je bilo, ker je marsikatera stvar zaradi svetlobe ozadja postala samo silhueta, zdaj pa, na primer te rožice, obdržijo svoje barve.

Oh, kako sem vse to pogrešala!

I’m so happy now with the new camera, when I can take a picture of many things that I couldn’t before. And people don’t have to wait for me any more :), because I take much less pictures (I’d been taking a million backup-photos before).

I’m playing with zoom even though this is not something that is the most important to me (I’ve always preferred wide-angle view), but if you need it, you need it and now I find it interesting mostly because it’s been practically impossible for me to use it for the last five years or so.

And no dark corners! (uf, how I've hated those!)

But the worst part about the old one has been that many times things have looked like silhouettes because of a strong back-light and now they keep their colours, like these flowers did.

Oh, how I’ve been missing all that!

Bližina vode Closeness to the water

2012-01-16T19:02:00.000+01:00

Z Mirom naju pogosto vleče v bližino vode, vendar tega ne jemljeva
tako dobesedno kot Zoja, ki mimogrede pozabi, da je zima.

Ja, voda pomirja, pa čeprav so to brzice. In očitno povzroča tudi zaljubljenost. :)

Closeness to the water is something that Miro and I are often in search of,
but we don’t take it so literally like Zoja does for example,
because she forgets easily that it’s winter time.

Ja, water is so calming, even though these are the rapids. And it also causes falling in love obviously. :)

Pred kosilom Before lunch

2012-01-15T18:51:00.000+01:00

Uf, bolijo me noge, ampak vse muke so bile poplačane!

[slika 3: razgled s Šentviškega hriba na Šmarno goro s Kočno (2540) in Grintovcem (2558) v ozadju;
slika 6: viseči most čez Savo]

Uf, my legs hurt, but it was totally worth it!

[picture 3: view over Šmarna gora hill with Kočna (2540) and Grintovec (2558) mountains in the background;
picture 6: hanging bridge across Sava river]

"Tour de 'Sap"

2012-01-14T18:44:00.000+01:00

Bil je krasen dan. Opoldne je Miro zarisal glasbo na najin avto, potem pa smo jo vsa širna družina pod dedkovim strogim, a skrbno pripravljenim in poučnim vodstvom družno mahnili na lepše. Program je bil natrpan, a imeli smo se prav fino.

It was a wonderful day. Miro draw music on our car at noon and then the whole wide family went to have a good time under strict, but carefully prepared and educational leadership of my grandpa. The program was quite comprehensive, but we had a great time.

Slovenija, Nemčija, Japonska Slovenia, Germany, Japan

2012-01-13T17:18:00.000+01:00

Medtem ko moje kubistične fotke preučujejo (in se jim čudijo) strokovnjaki iz Slovenije, Nemčije in od danes tudi Japonske, grem jaz pogumno naprej in objavljam nekaj utrinkov, ki sem jih v zadnjih tednih ujela tu in tam z dosedanjim fotoaparatom.

Zadnje tri so z rojstnega dne našega dedka, ki je zares posrečen: v svojem okolišu ima tako razvejano mrežo znanstev, da ko greš recimo po rože zanj, te cvetličarka uporabi za kurirčka, da mu zraven neseš še eno (seveda njemu najljubšo) rožico tudi z njene strani. :)

Kakorkoli, kljub temu, da je novi fotič od danes spet pri meni (začasno, dokler se ne odločijo, kaj je narobe z njim), si ne upam trditi, da so zgornje fotke zadnje, ki so posnete s Praktico.

While my cubistic photos are being studied (and wondered at) by experts from Slovenia, Germany and from today on also Japan, I go ahead bravely and posting some moments captured here and there with my current camera in the last few weeks.

The last three are from birthday party of my grandpa who is quite a character: he has such an extensive network of acquaintances in his neighbourhood that when you visit a flower shop to buy him a bouquet, a florist gives you additional one (his favourite of course) and asks you to give it in her name, when she hears who you’re buying for. :)

Kakorkoli, even though the new camera is from today in my hands again (temporarily, until they decide what’s wrong with it), I do not dare to say that pictures above are the last one taken by Praktica.

Ostanki nekih sanj Remains of a dream

2012-01-11T16:07:00.000+01:00

Na poti proti Šmarni gori je podhod, okrašen z ostanki mozaika,
ki ga je kaki dve leti nazaj ustvarila zdaj že pokojna lokalna umetnica Renata Bovhan,
stalno trudeča se olepšati zanemarjene in dolgočasne urbane kotičke svojega okoliša.

There’s an underpass on the way towards Šmarna gora hill, which is decorated with remains of mosaics

that were designed about two years ago by now already deceased local artist Renata Bovhan

who was trying to embellish neglected and boring urban places in her neighbourhood.

Šentvid, 1210

2012-01-08T18:56:00.000+01:00

Današnji ujet trenutek Today's captured moment

2012-01-07T21:04:00.000+01:00

tacenske brzice

(=Tacen rapids)

Nekaj je v zraku There's something in the air

2012-01-06T20:01:00.000+01:00

z današnjega čudovito spreminjajočega se popoldanskega sprehoda

from today’s wonderfully changing afternoon walk

Modri ljudje Wise people

2012-01-04T10:30:00.000+01:00

Prvi dan novega leta, ki je bil s soncem obsijan, so modri ljudje izkoristili za izlet in drugega, deževnega in sivega, pretežno prespali, ostali pa so – kdo-ve-zakaj – storili ravno obratno. :)

Vse fotografije so posnete v (ja, deževnem in sivem) Piranu z novim, včeraj omenjenim fotoaparatom, razen zadnje, kjer ga je Miro z bivšim ovekovečil v akciji s ponosno lastnico.

[mimogrede: vse te tri lepe stvari, kapa, rokavice in šal, so delo moje mami]

Wise people took advantage of the first day of a new year, all sunny and bright, to go on a trip and slept through most of the second one, rainy and grey, while the rest – don’t-ask-me-why – did just the other way around. :)

All photos were taken in (yes, rainy and grey) Piran with the new camera that I mentioned yesterday, except of the last one. Miro and the old one took a picture of the new one and a proud owner in action.

[by the way: all these three beautiful things, the hat, gloves and the scarf, were made by my mum]

Bivši, novi in kvadratni ognjemet The ex, the new one and a square fireworks

2012-01-03T16:09:00.000+01:00

Ja, zdaj vem, zakaj me je Miro zadnje čase hecal, da bo v letu, v katerega smo ravnokar stopili, on uporabljal Praktico, s katero je nastala velika večina fotografij na mojem blogu do zdaj. Vedel je namreč za zaroto mojega očija, ki mi je za novo leto zakuhal novega! :) Nikona P300.

Prehod pa očitno ne bo potekal brez zapletov. Skoraj na vseh fotografijah ognjemeta so na stikih med svetlobo in temo nastali kvadratki, zato je moral k zdravniku. Vseeno sem zelo vesela in upam, da se vse uspešno reši.

Tu je torej nekaj prvih poskusov s silvestrske noči, vključno z Mirom, ki fotografira ognjemet s sveže bivšim, in se že veseli, da bo kmalu končno postal njegov ponosni EDINI lastnik.

Ja, now I know why I’ve been kidded by Miro lately that instead of me he will be using our Practica (with which the vast majority of photos here on my blog was taken till now) in the year that we just stepped in. Namely, he knew of conspiracy of my dad who surprised me with a new one for the New Years’! A Nikon P300.

But the transition will apparently not go very smoothly. Almost on every photo of the fireworks there are these squares where dark and light areas meet, so it had to go to a doctor. Still, I’m so happy and I hope everything works out alright.

Torej, here are some first attempts from the Sylvester Eve, including Miro photographing fireworks with the freshly ex-one and already looking for having an exclusive ownership of it finally.

Čokoladni krogci Little chocolate circles

2012-01-02T21:43:00.000+01:00

Tole sem pod smrečico položila za Mira,

upajoč, da nisem pretiravala z uporabo popra,

in v pričakovanju, da bo delil z mano. :)

Idejo sem dobila tule, čokolado pa sem krasila z indijskimi oreški, bučnimi semeni, suhimi brusnicami,

sezamom, mešanico treh vrst popra, grobo soljo, rožmarinom, na enega pa sem dodala vrtnični cvet.

This is what I put under the tree for Miro,

hoping that I didn’t exaggerate with pepper

and in expectation that he will share some with me. :)

I got the idea here and I used cashew nuts, pumpkin seeds, dried cranberries, sesame,

mixture of three kinds of pepper, coarse salt, rosemary and a rose flower for one of them.

Vožnja z ladjico River boat ride

2012-01-01T17:55:00.000+01:00

Staro leto mi je v zadnjih zdihljajih prineslo gromozansko presenečenje, Miro pa me je že kak dan prej razveselil z darilom, ki ga ni mogel postaviti pod smrečico. Namreč vožnjo z barčico skozi praznično okrašeno Ljubljano!
To sem si želela že dolgo časa, ampak kaj, ko se je tako logično igrat turista prav povsod, razen v lastnem mestu. :)

Novo leto se je, kot ponavadi, začelo pozno, s sarmo in s prenosom novoletnega koncerta dunajskih filharmonikov.

The old year brought me an enormous surprise in its last breaths and on one of the days before the countdown Miro made me happy with a present that he couldn’t put under the tree. Namely, a boat ride with kuhano vino (=mulled wine) through the festive decorated Ljubljana!
I’ve wished to do it for a long time already, but you know how obvious is to play a tourist everywhere in the world but in your own city. :)

As usually the new year started very late and very traditional: eating sarmas, an “after party” dish, with a TV-transmission of Vienna Philharmonic New Year's Concert in a background.

Želje Wishes

2011-12-31T15:59:00.000+01:00

Zadnja objava v letošnjem letu je s silvestrskega pohoda na Šmarno goro.

Moja želja za novo leto je velika. Rada bi živela v takšnem svetu,

Zojina pa je čisto skromna: da bi praznična noč minila brez petard.

Srečno 2012 vsem!

The last post this year is from Sylvester hike to Šmarna gora hill.

I have a big wish for the New Year. This is the world I’d like to live in.

But Zoja’s wish is a more modest one: that the festive night ahead of us would pass without firecrackers.

Srečno 2012 to all of you!

Piškoti Cookies

2011-12-30T15:02:00.000+01:00

Zunaj se peče. Pardon – sneži. Ampak jaz sem pekla! :)

Sladkarij (oho – razen čokolade in par drugih izjem, kot je npr. tale!) od nekdaj ne maram kaj dosti in jih temu primerno tudi (skoraj) nikoli nisem pekla. Ne rečem, da nikoli nič ne poskusim in sploh ne rečem, da so zanič. Rada jih namreč gledam in še bolj vonjam in si kar predstavljam, da če bi mi bile te stvari všeč, kako zelo bi mi bile dobre. Ne bi se tudi branila, če bi recimo znala delati take dobrote, da se jim prav nihče ne bi mogel upreti. :)

Zadnjič sem poskusila en mamin piškot. Tudi ona ne peče pogosto teh stvari, ampak letos se je tudi ona zasekirala in v smehu potarnala, da bo treba tej temni eri narediti konec; morda se napoveduje že s tem, da je bila za neke druge piškote že z dveh strani naprošena za recept!

Da ne zaidem. Ta piškot je bil seveda oblit s čokolado, in sem si rekla, v redu, tale je od vseh piškotov še najbolj po mojem okusu, in ker sem se takrat enkrat ravno javila, da jaz prispevam sladico za včeraj, ko smo se dobili z najinimi prijatelji, in sem skoraj v isti sapi – kakšno nepremišljeno tveganje! - tudi javno naznanila, da stvar zastavim profesionalno, s peko in vsem (imela sem pripravljen tudi plan B za vsak slučaj), sem seštela ena plus ena in pograbila priložnost, ki je bila na dlani, namreč da bodo ti omenjeni piškoti ravno pravšnja stvar – enostavno in hitro za naredit, meni je všeč, pa še pohvale bom pobrala. (Sem jih res!) :)

Mami sem zato prosila za recept. Dobila ga je v Slovenski kuharici Felicite Kalinšek in ga priredila malce po svoje. Takole:

OREHOVE PODKVICE S ČOKOLADO
Testo sem zgnetla iz 17 dag moke (približno 15 pirine, ostalo bele), 8 dag sladkorja*, 8 dag zmletih orehov, noževe konice cimeta, nastrgane lupinice 1 limone, 14 dag masla in 1 jajca in ga nato dala za nekaj časa na hladno.
Potem sem iz njega oblikovala podkvice in jih spekla v pečici na 170 °C (15-25min, odvisno od debelosti). Ko so se ohladili, sem jim noge pomočila v stopljeno temno čokolado. To je vsa umetnost! :)

*meni je hecno, de bi pisala »rjav sladkor«, ker drugega tako ali tako ne uporabljam

It’s baking outside. Sorry – snowing. But I was baking! :)

I’m not a big fan of sweets (oho – except of chocolate and a few other exceptions like this one for example!) from as long as I remember and accordingly to this I have never baked any. I’m not saying that I never try any and I’m not saying at all that they are not good. I like to look at them and I like to smell them even more and I can imagine quite well how good they would be, if I liked them. And I wouldn’t mind if, for example, I could make such goodies that no one could resist. :)

The other day I tried one of my mum’s cookies. She doesn’t bake this sort of things very often aswell, but this year she smilingly troubles herself about how she has to end this dark era. Maybe the first positive signs are that she’s been already asked from two persons for a recipe of other cookies that she’s made recently!

Better not stray away. This cookie was dipped in chocolate and I said to myself, ok, this one suits my taste as much as it can and because I’ve volunteered to make the dessert for yesterday’s meeting with my and Miro's friends, I decided (and almost in the same breath - oh, what a reckless risk! - also proudly announced) that I should do this professionally, with baking and all (I had also plan B waiting, just in case), so I concluded that these cookies seem to be just perfect – simple and quick to make, I like them, plus I will turn out so cool! (I did!) :)

I asked my mum to tell me the recipe. She got it in Slovene Cookbook by Felicita Kalinšek, but has changed it on her own way a bit. On this way:

OREHOVE PODKVICE S ČOKOLADO (=walnut horseshoes with chocolate)
I kneaded the dough out of 17 dag of flour (cca. 15 of spelt and the rest of white), 8 dag of sugar*, 8 dag of ground walnuts, knife tip of cinnamon, grated zest of 1 lemon, 14 dag of butter and an egg and put it to rest in a cool place for a while.
Then I shaped little horseshoes and baked them at 170 °C in the oven (15-25 min, depends of the thickness). When they cooled down I dipped their feet into melted dark chocolate. That’s all art! :)

*it seem so funny to me to write “brown sugar”, because I always use just this one

Najina smrečica Our tree

2011-12-29T15:39:00.001+01:00

Takó, najina novoletna smrečica je »postavljena«, tako da bo dedek Mraz imel kam postaviti svoja darila.

Silvestrski večer je bil zame vedno vrhunec leta, primerljiv le še s predvečerom odhoda na morje in stokrat boljši od rojstnega dne.
Zaradi vsega. Zaradi pisem, ki sem mu jih pisala že nekaj tednov prej, in kot vidim, v njih napisala še spisek za vse druge, kaj naj jim prinese, in pri "nekaj" stvareh zraven pripisala »nujno« in dodala kar nekaj risb, vse z namenom, da nanj naredim čimvečji vtis. :)

Smejim pa se tudi temu, da me je očitno zelo skrbelo, če bo pismo res prišlo do njega in tudi da ne bi slučajno spregledal ali pozabil, kje živim, saj sem mu napisala vse podatke o sebi, skupaj s tem, v kateri razred hodim in na katero šolo, še posebej pa sem poudarila domačo hišno številko in napisala celo telefonsko! :)

Nekaj najlepšega je bilo tudi skupno pričakovanja daril in oprezanja, da ga enkrat vendarle zasačim.
Mislim, da je bil to tudi razlog, da sva s sestro najmanj enkrat dobili darila šele zjutraj. Spomnim se, da so naju takrat nagovorili, da je najbolje, da gremo vsi trije z najinim (pravim) dedkom pogledat malo naokoli po soseščini, kod hodi, da še ni daril. Sumim, da sva tisto leto tako neumorno dežurali pod smrečico, da jih odrasli brez te krute zvijače niso uspeli postaviti pod njo. Krute zato, ker ko smo prišli z našega obhoda, so rekli: joj, ravno ko vas ni bilo, je prinesel darila! :)

Takó, our New Year’s tree is now “standing”, so that dedek Mraz (=grandpa Frost) will have a place to leave his gifts.

Dedek Mraz is an old man who’s supposed to live under Triglav, our highest mountain. He has long white beard, a round dormouse fur hat, white coat embellished with Slovenian ornaments, usually carnations or rosemary, he carries a big basket on his back and has a coach with Lipizzaner horses.

Sylvester Eve has always been the highlight of each year for me, comparable only with the nights before leaving to the sea in summers and a hundred times better than my birthdays.
Because of everything. Because of the letters which I had been writing to him few weeks earlier, adding also many drawings, obviously to impress him. :) As I can see now sometimes I even made a list for the whole family. The funniest part is that some wishes are marked with “necessarily”. :)

I was obviously very worried about my letter reaching the recipient successfully and also that he will know for sure, or maybe not forget, who is it from, so I added all my information, from my school and my class number, but I emphasised especially our house and phone number! :)

It was wonderful when we all together waited for gifts and also to be on a lookout to catch him finally of course.
I think that was the reason that at least one time my sister and I got our gifts only in the morning of the new year. I remember that we were talked into going around our neighbourhood with our (real) grandpa to check it out why there are no presents yet. I suspect that that year we were so determined to catch dedek Mraz at his action, that adults just couldn’t make it without this cruel trick. I say cruel, because at our return they said: oh, he was here just when you were out looking for him! :)

S.B.

2011-12-28T15:59:00.000+01:00

Tudi če bi se menila, se z dedkom ne bi tako fino srečala in to ravno v bližini picerije.
Srečno naključje torej, a ker S.N. nisem našla, sem pač fotografirala S.B. :)

Even if we would have planned this, my grandpa and I

couldn’t meet so spontaneously just in front of pizzeria.
Srečno naključje (=lucky coincidence) it is, but since I didn’t find any S.N.

I had to take a picture of S.B. then :)

Hokus pokus

2011-12-27T16:12:00.000+01:00

Tako zelo imam rada ta prednovoletni čas!
Manjka le še sneg, zato si ga bom
- ob tej super glasbeni podlagi -
pač pričarala od lani.
[recimo od tu]

I like this pre-New Year's time so much!
The only thing that I still miss is snow, so
- with this great music to go along with -
I will conjure it up from last year.
[let’s say from here]

Sobota, nedelja, danes Saturday, Sunday, today

2011-12-26T15:17:00.000+01:00

Na treh sprehodih, v treh mrzlih dneh, v meglenem, sončnem in oblačnem, sva občudovala drobne stvaritve narave, videla piramido, Krvinovo in Rajšpovo hišo v Guncljah iz 17. stoletja s čudovitima fasadama, naš volk, kot velikokrat imenujem Zojo, pa se je temeljito pogovoril z levom in se na vsak način hotel sredi zime potapljat. :)

Uživajte v današnjem prazničnem dnevu!

On three walks, in three freezing days, in sunny, in foggy and in cloudy one, we admired tiny creations of nature, saw the pyramid, Krvin and Rajšp houses from the 17th century with beautiful facades and our wolf, as I call Zoja many times, had an interesting conversation with a lion and insisted to dive in the middle of winter. :)

It’s a work-free day here in Slovenia today, we celebrate Independence and Unity Day.

Božične aktivnosti vzvratno Christmas activities reversed

2011-12-25T17:07:00.000+01:00

Dedek je na svojih pohajkovanjih odkril novo kavarnico in tako nas je vse skupaj danes povabil tja.
Vsi smo se strinjali, da ima dober nos, ambient je namreč prijetna kombinacija starega in novega in zato deluje domačno in umirjeno, lokacija je krasna, ob vznožju Šmarne gore, s pogledom na Savo, domujejo pa v obnovljeni stavbi, ki je pod spomeniško zaščito. [slika 1]
(kavarna in NZ Dvor Tacen, takoj zraven te gostilne)

Najina polnočnična abeceda naju je tokrat, ob poslušanju dobre nočne glasbe, peljala preko 902 m n.m. v Gornji Grad na drugi strani. [slika 2]

Slastna bučna juha je bila le del božične večerje, ki so jo pripravili sosedova glavna kuharica in njeni pridni kuharski škratki. :) [slika 3]

My grandpa has discovered a new café on his wanderings and invited us all there today to have a coffee.
We all agreed that he has a good nose, because it’s a pleasant combination of old and new, therefore it’s very cosy and calm. Location is great, at the foot of Šmarna gora hill, on the Sava River bank and it’s in a restored house which is now under the monument protection. [picture 1]
(Dvor Tacen café and b&b, right next to this gostilna)

Our Midnight Mass' alphabet took us across 902 m asl pass to Gornji Grad church on the other side, while listening good night-music. [picture 2]

Delicious pumpkin soup was just a part of the Christmas dinner, made by neighbour chef and her hard working cook-gnomes. :) [picture 3]

Tretji zimski dan, pet utrinkov Third winter day, five impressions

2011-12-24T16:14:00.000+01:00

1: Takole žalostna je "okrasitev" na naši lokalni železniški postaji.

2: Medena sveča, ki mi jo je kupila mami za pod najino smrečico, moji AVGUSTvarjanja krogci, ki bodo le-to krasili in lepo presenečenje od Špele, ene od prejemnic MM koledarja, »kosmična mešanica«, kakor ji jaz pravim, ki je čisto po mojem okusu, saj si rada pripravljam take stvari.

3: Včerajšnji večer je bil kvartopirski. S starši in Mirom smo igrali ameriški remi. Na internetu nisem našla nič o njem, ampak mi mu tako pravimo, naj bo prav ali narobe, in je že vse od otroških let, poleg taroka, ena mojih najljubših iger. Obe sta naju s sestro naučila, kadar smo na morju zaradi dežja ždeli notri.

4: Rada imam tisti del dneva, ko še ni popolna tema, tako da se vidi lepo nebo in že migotajo praznične lučke.

5: Za nameček sem prejela še tole fotografijo kot provokacijo, kako je Miro z najino Praktico lovil decembrsko vzdušje, medtem ko sem jo jaz panično iskala.

1: This is how sad the "decoration" is at the local suburb train station.

2: Honey candle that my mum bought for me to give it under our tree, my AVGUSTvarjanja little circles which will decorate it soon and a nice surprise from Špela, one of the recipients of my MM calendar giveaway. She sent me a healthy bio granula that suits my taste completely, as I like to prepare this sort of things.

3: Yesterday’s evening was all about playing cards. My parents, Miro and I were playing American rummy. I haven’t found anything about it on the internet, but we call it this way, whether right or wrong, since my childhood. Besides tarock this is one of my favourite games and my parents had taught to play the games, both me and my sister, on bad weather days while we were on summer vacations.

4: I like the time of the day when there isn’t completely dark yet, so that you can still see beautiful sky and there are already lights twinkling.

5: And for the closure I got this photograph just to teas me, how Miro was catching December atmosphere with our Praktica, while I was searching it like crazy.

Belo obrobljeno White contoured

2011-12-23T15:17:00.000+01:00

Mrzlo kot pri norcih

(tako da svoj ubogi mali fotič občasno grejem kar v žepu),

a zaenkrat še brez snega.

Freezing cold

(so that I warm up my poor little photo in a pocket occasionally),

but no snow yet.

Praznična pogajanja Festive negotiations

2011-12-22T12:47:00.000+01:00

Včeraj je prišlo do manjšega nesporazuma in sem, tik preden smo se dobile s puncami, nepričakovano ostala brez fotoaparata.

Ampak v zameno sem nato dobila slikovni utrip iz centra prestolnice, ki ga je medtem zabeležil Miro in ob tej priložnosti zagrozil, da bo v prihodnjem letu večkrat on zaplenil fotoaparat. Pogajanja sledijo. :) Sledi pa tudi še en obisk stojnic v dvoje, upam, da že v snegu, in seveda kuhanec.

[zgoraj je moj izbor njegovih fotografij]

Yesterday there was a minor misunderstanding and just before my date with girls, I was unexpectedly left without the photo camera.

But later I got images of magic festive time in the centre of our capital in return. It was captured by Miro, who – at this opportunity – also threatened me that he’s going to confiscate the camera more often in the upcoming year. Negotiations to follow. :) But what also follows is our common visit of the festive fair, with kuhanec (=mulled wine) of course, in the future days, hopefully with some snow already.

On Ljubljana tourist site you can see some more photos of city's magic festive decorations.

[above is my selection of Miro's photos]

Pri sosedovih At neighbours

2011-12-21T16:31:00.000+01:00

MM koledar dobi... MM calendar goes to...

2011-12-19T15:24:00.000+01:00

Igra zaključena, tukaj je povzetek:
-    osem sodelujočih, med njimi en diskvalificiran :)
-    žrebanje enostavno, brez pomočnice/nadzornice in zato ne tako spektakularno, kot prejšnjikrat :)
-    eno presenečenje: dve srečni izžrebanki!

Sonja in Špela, čestitke in, prosim, e-sporočita mi svoja naslova,

vsem ostalim pa zares najlepša hvala za sodelovanje.

The giveaway is over. The draw wasn’t even closely as spectacular as the previous time :)
when I had a little assistant, supervisor, but this time I surprised

the participants with a bonus winner. Congratulations, Sonja and Špela!

Dež Rain

2011-12-15T19:03:00.000+01:00

Dan, napolnjen z energijo. Veliko dobre glasbe in pisanje današnje dolge in poglobljene (!) objave
ob pokušanju novega okusa iz dolge vrste mojih priljubljenih čajev. :)

Feeling very energetic today. Lots of good music and writing today’s long and in-depth (!) post
while tasting new flavour from the long line of one of my favourite teas. :)

Obupna frizura Terrible haircut

2011-12-14T15:13:00.000+01:00

Dan je siv in pust, ampak sem vesela, ker so naju včeraj predčasno presenetili koledarji. Kakšen užitek jih je vsakič končno videti v natisnjeni verziji!
[seveda srečelova zato še ne bom zaključila in je odprt do nedelje, kot sem napisala]

Za konec tedna so napovedali sneg in jaz ga zares že komaj čakam. Vsako leto znova se počutim kot Maruška Potepuška iz istoimenske slikanice, ki sem jo imela kot otrok najraje – tako so mi povedali. Želim si, da bi jo spet prelistala, ampak se je izgubila neznano kam.

Mojemu očiju, presnojedcu, sva z Mirom iz sadja in zelenjave včeraj sestavila tegale možica z obupno frizuro. :)

It’s a grey and dull day, but I’m happy, because we were pleasantly surprised by an early arrival of our calendars yesterday. What a joy it is every year when I finally see them in printed version!
[of course, I won’t conclude the giveaway game yet because of this. It’s still on until Sunday, as written]

Snow has been predicted for the weekend and I really can’t wait for it. Each year again and again I feel like Maruška Potepuška (=Maruška the Vagabond) a wandering little girl in the children picture book, which was my favourite, as I have been told. I wish to see it again, but I have no idea where it is now, probably lost.

Miro and I made this funny little guy with a terrible haircut yesterday. :) It was for my dad, a raw foodist, so we made it out from fruit and vegetables.

Niso samo lučke, zvezdice in barve Not just lights, stars and colours

2011-12-13T16:17:00.000+01:00

Kakor mi je december všeč, tako zelo zelo všeč, pa takrat še toliko bolj bode v oči vsa gniloba, ki jo premoremo, tu, v tej naši ljubi deželici.

Govorim o sovraštvu do vsega tujega. Govorim tudi o zavračanju drugačnih, o nesolidarnosti, nerazumevanju in nesprejemanju tistih, ki niso narejeni po kalupu. (in mimogrede – v svetu, kakršen je danes, se mi zdi največ vredna lastnost ravno ta, da nisi narejen po kalupu)

Ja, če bi nas morala opisati kot celoto, en karakter, bi rekla, da smo kot narod zelo nestrpni. Do tujih kultur, do drugače spolno usmerjenih, do drugače verujočih in še kaj. Žal.

Si mislim, da zaradi nesamozavesti. Namreč, preganjamo vse, kar je tujega, medtem ko sami – prav ironično – s svojim jezikom in kulturno zapuščino ravnamo tako nemarno, da je kar hudo, hkrati pa v zvezde kujemo vse, kar pride iz tujine, svojega pa se sramujemo. Jezika in korenin.

Ne vem, ali sem bolj žalostna ali zaskrbljena…

Hja, ta objava je pač taka. Niso vse samo rožice, pa zvezdice, pa lučke, barve in smeh. Je pa lepo, ker vseeno vem, da so. Lučke, zvezdice in barve… in mnogo ljudi, ki sijejo, segajo po zvezdah in se veselijo barv.

[slika je od takrat]

As much as I like December, so so much, but it's also the time when everything that is rotten in my country comes much more to term.

I’m talking about a hatred of everything that is foreign. I’m also talking about rejection of everybody that is different, about non-solidarity, non-understanding and non-acceptance of those that are not shaped by the mould. (and by the way, in a world like it is nowadays, I think it’s the most valuable feature just this - that you’re not moulded like so many others)

Yes, if I had to describe us, Slovenes, as one character, I would say that we are very intolerant. Towards other cultures, towards different sexual orientations, towards different religions and so on.

I think it’s because of lack of self-confidence, namely, we reject everything that is foreign, meanwhile – so ironically – we’re handling with our own language and cultural heritage so bad, that it hurts and at the same time we think high about everything that comes from abroad, but we are ashamed of ours. Of our language and our roots.

I don’t know, whether I’m more sad or more worried…

Hja, this post is like it is. Life is not made just of little flowers, stars, lights, colours and laughter. But it’s nice to know there are, despite all. Lights, stars and colours… and many people that shine, reach for the stars and are happy about all colours.

[the picture is from that time]

Mmmm... 12

2011-12-11T16:39:00.000+01:00

Takó, tu je nedelja in tu je tipično slovensko nedeljsko kosilo,

ki ga je skuhal in za oko simpatično na krožnik dal Miro. :)

[omaka je seveda novodoben dodatek in, kot ponavadi, narejena po njegovem

trenutnem navdihu :) - kisla smetana, majoneza, kapre, kurkuma, origano in česen]

Takó, here is Sunday and here is a typical Slovenian Sunday lunch,

potato purée, sauerkraut and sausage, cooked and decorated by Miro. :)

[the sauce is of course a modern addition and it is made, as usual, by his

current inspiration :) - sour cream, mayonnaise, capers, curcuma, oregano and garlic]

Ko se srečata poletje in zima When summer and winter meet

2011-12-09T20:03:00.000+01:00

Pomaranča prelita s čokolado diši po sladki zimi

in je videti kot sončnica v topli poletni noči.

slika 1: nocojšnji posladek, ki ga nameravava ravno napasti
slika 2: z dedkovega vrta neke avgustovske noči

Orange coated with chocolate smells like sweet winter

and it looks like a sunflower in a warm summer night.

picture 1: tonight’s dessert that we're just about to attack
picture 2: from grandpa’s garden one August night

Zgodovina bodočega doma 4 Future home history 4

2011-12-07T13:57:00.000+01:00

Čudno, kakor se sliši, ampak najljubši "gradbeni" opravili sta mi, če odmislim prah,

pometanje (še posebej s tisto veliko rdečo smetarsko metlo tule, ki je zares učinkovita!)

in lopatanje. Saj se vidi po hitrosti na zadnji sliki, kjer me je Miro komajda ujel! :)

Za vsaj malo romantike in v spodbudo pa sva si sem in tja ob

zimskih večerih, ko sva zaključevala z delom, prižgala sveče.

[posnetki so nametani brez nekega reda in so v večini iz težkega začetnega, še razdiralnega obdobja]

As strange as it sounds but my favourite "construction" tasks are, leaving aside a dust,

sweeping (especially with that big red scavenger broom here, that really is effective!)

and shovelling. You can see it by my speed in the last photo, where Miro hardly "caught" me! :)

To be everything at least a little romantic and to encourage ourselves a bit, sometimes

we had lighted some candles at winter evenings when we were finishing with work.

[pictures are put together without an order and are mostly from that hard beginning-period,

when there was a destructivism still dominating over the construction]

Kamboški večer Cambodian evening

2011-12-06T15:54:00.001+01:00

Sestra nam je pripravila čudovit večer z zanimivimi popotniškimi utrinki iz Kambodže.

In ko smo, v že tako toplem vzdušju, dodobra zakuhali

in lovili sapo še ob njihovem znamenitem (in začinjenem!) amoku [slika 3],

je navihano smejoč se rekla:

takó, pa sem vam pričarala pravo Kambodžo! :)

My sister prepared us a wonderful Cambodian evening with lots of interesting travelling impressions.

And when she burned us up with their famous (and spicy!) amok [picture 3]

which made us catching our breaths in already warm atmosphere,

she said to us with a naughty smile:

takó, here you have a real Cambodia feeling! :)

Ptička mi je povedala... Little birdie told me...

2011-12-05T16:53:00.000+01:00

… da je čas za DARILCE! :)

Ja, danes je šel koledar končno v tisk.
Narejen bo predvidoma čez dva tedna,

zato imate, če se želite potegovati zanj, do takrat čas,

da pod to objavo pustite komentar.

Oblikovala sva ga skupaj z Mirom in ga opremila s 13-imi izbranimi fotografijami.

Naklada je zelo butična, saj ga podarjava le družini in prijateljem,
en izvod pa sem, kot rečeno, ponovno namenila enemu izmed vas, bralcev bloga.

Čas imate torej do nedelje, 18. decembra, ko žrebam.

[ptičko pa sem srečala tule]

… that it is time for a GIVEAWAY! :)

Ja, we finally gave our calendar for printing today.
It is expected to be done in two weeks,

so if you want a copy just leave a comment under this post

and I will pick one lucky winner.

We designed it together with Miro and it features 13 chosen photographs.

There are always just a few copies of it which we annually give to our family and friends,
and - as said earlier - one copy is again reserved for one of you, my blog readers.

Torej, you have time until Sunday, December 18th.

[I met the little birdie here]

Rdeča sreča Red luck

2011-12-04T16:56:00.001+01:00

Danes nama je skozi okno priletela sreča! :)

A luck came through our window today! :)

Večer koktajlov Cocktail evening

2011-12-03T14:50:00.001+01:00

Dobesedno! Adrijana nam je prijazno in suvereno namešala celo mavrico petelinjih repov :)

in mislim, da ni primernejše objave za današnji dan, ko se začenja veseli december.

V prijetni družbi, okusni hrani in obilici smeha je sodeloval tudi

gostiteljičin kozarec z mojo poslikavo. [slika 4]

Literally! Adrijana was kindly and confidently mixing a whole rainbow of cocktails for us

and I think there is no better post for today,

because it’s the beginning of Merry December here in Slovenia.

Among pleasant company, delicious food and lots of laughter

I noticed also host’s glass with my handpainting. [picture 4]

O župci in ostalih stvareh About a soup and other things

2011-12-02T16:51:00.000+01:00

1: Sestra ima vedno najlepša sadna tihožitja, tokrat v skledi, ki jo je sama poslikala
2: Rumena vrtnica, ki jo je na podlagi moje fotografije nekoč sestra narisala mami
3: Najina trenutna prehranska moda, ki jo je pred kratkim vpeljal Miro, je večerno srkanje vroče in začinjene čiste juhe kar iz čajnih skodelic.

Mimogrede: prija tudi ob televizijskih predvolilnih soočenjih, ki jih rada gledam [ja, res! :)] že od prvega dne, odkar imam volilno pravico. [Na ta račun sva se z mami včasih tudi skregali, ker je želela raje gledati kaj drugega. :)]
Rada iščem najboljšo možnost, razmišljam in tehtam. Večino časa sicer porabijo za mlatenje prazne slame, za populistične izjave in pritlehna obtoževanja, ampak konec koncev nisem po župci priplavala :), zato se tudi pri teh na videz nadležnih zadevah najdejo malenkosti in razkrijejo značaji, ki mi pomagajo pri odločitvah.

1: My sister has always the most beautiful fruit still-lifes, this time in a bowl handpainted by herself.
2: Yellow rose that my sister painted for our mum one day, based on my photograph.
3: Our current food-fashion that Miro initiated recently is sipping of hot and spicy clear soup out of teacups in the evenings.

The additional text above in Slovenian is about our elections this upcoming Sunday. I don’t want to bore you with that, I will just say: worries go down better with soup than without. :)

Stokrat lepše! Hundred times more beautiful!

2011-12-01T13:13:00.000+01:00

Vedno si znam zelo dobro predstavljat, kako je nek kraj, ki ga v živo še nisem videla, lep in vedno že vnaprej vem, da je zagotovo še lepši, kot si predstavljam, pa se potem vedno zgodi, da, ko ga končno vidim na lastne oči, si rečem: tole je pa še stokrat lepše, kot sem si predstavljala! :)

In tako se je zgodilo tudi z Lovrenškimi jezeri na Rogli, o katerih lepotah so mi velikokrat govorili in me vabili tja na izlet. Sem imela prav, ko sem jim verjela.

I can always imagine quite well how some place that I’ve never seen in person is beautiful and I always know in advance that it’s probably even more beautiful than in my imagination, but it happens again and again that when I finally see it on my own eyes I say to myself: this is hundred times more beautiful than I imagined before! :)

And this is what happened also with Lovrenška jezera on Rogla plateau, of which beauties I’ve been told many times before and been invited to visit. I was so right to believe them!

Torek, bil si sončni žarek! Tuesday, you were sunray!

2011-11-30T18:45:00.001+01:00

[Sv. Jakob / Sv. Jakob hill]

Zbiralka verzov narave Nature-verses collector

2011-11-29T13:59:00.001+01:00

[vse slike / all images: GOLLY BARD]

Prepričana sem, da je Holly pesnica! Njene ilustracije so kot nizanje besed. Besed, mehkih kot peresa, in črnih črk, ostrih kot krempelj, s pridihom minljivosti.

Všeč mi je njena barvna paleta in filigranska obdelava detajlov. Prizori narave izgledajo kot čipke, te ptice, hrošči, komarji, muhe in ostale žuželke pa so najlepša muzejska zbirka, popredalčkana v večni krog in razvrščena v morbidno-sveže vzorce.

Vse skupaj pa lebdi v svobodni belini, se napaja s skrivnostjo življenja in gnézdi v samem bistvu.

Ne potrebuješ ključa za ogled zbirke Golly Bard.

[iz drugega sklopa blogov, izbranih po tem kopitu]

I’m sure that Holly is a poet! Her illustrations are like juxtaposing words. Words soft as feathers and black letters sharp as a claw, with a touch of ephemerality.

I like her colour palette and filigree processed details. Images of nature seem like lace and those birds, bugs, mosquitoes, flies and other insects look like the most beautiful museum collection, compartmentalised into an eternal circle and sorted into morbid-fresh patterns.

Altogether floats in a free whiteness, it feeds with a mystery of life and it nests in the essence itself.

You don’t need a key to view Golly Bard’s collection.

[from second series of blogs chosen this way]

Prehajanja Transitions

2011-11-28T15:14:00.001+01:00

Končno sonce! Vedno se ga razveselim, kako da ne, ampak moram takoj dodati, da mi je megla na nek čuden način tudi všeč.

Zato, ker včasih rabim melanholijo, taka pač sem, všeč so mi prehajanja, kontrasti in raznolikost, všeč mi je odkrivati nesamoumevne privlačnosti in všeč mi je, ker ponuja pričakovanje.

Ko je megla, smo sami s sabo in moramo iz sebe izbezati tisto nekaj, kar nas drži pokonci. Je veliko bolj naporno, ampak nekako… tŕpko, skrivnostno lepó. Všeč mi je, ker moram takrat v sebi iskati sonce.

Finally the sun! We’ve been having fog for the last couple of weeks here in lowlands. I’m always happy to have a sunny day, how could I not be, but I must add that in some odd way I like fog, too.

Because sometimes I need melancholy, that’s the way I am, I like transitions, contrasts and diversity, I like to reveal non-self-evident attractions and I like it because it offers an expectation.

When there is fog the company of ourselves is all there is and we have to dig up that something that keeps us going from inside of us. It’s much more difficult and yet somehow... bitter, mysteriously beautiful. I like it, because that’s when I must search the sun inside of me.

Na otoku On the island

2011-11-27T10:40:00.001+01:00

Ja, vrh Osovnika se je včeraj kopal v soncu. Pod nama pa morje megle, iz katere je komajda štrlel tudi otoček s cerkvico, ki sem ga označila s puščico, Sv. Jakob.

Miro je tokrat končno pritisnil prvi žig v svojo popotniško beležko in zraven pripisal nekaj besed. Odkar sem mu jo podarila, nisva kaj veliko hodila naokoli, če pa že, sva jo pozabila doma.

Spet pa sva pozabila vzeti s sabo pijačo, tako da sva v obe smeri oblizovala ivnate veje. To tako ali tako počnem vsako zimo, že od nekdaj! :)

Ja, the top of Osovnik hill was bathing in the sun yesterday. Beneath us there was a sea of fog and among others there was this tiny island with a little church peaking out of it – Sv. Jakob hill - that I marked it with an arrow.

It was the first time that Miro stamped and signed a hike into his travelling notebook since I gave it to him. Finally! We haven’t done much of these hill-hikes since then, but when we did, we forgot it at home.

Yesterday we also forgot to take some drink with us, so we were licking frost from branches whenever we felt to. I’ve been doing it anyway every winter for as long as I remember! :)

V iskanju sonca Searching for sun

2011-11-26T15:55:00.001+01:00

Resda sva se na Osovnik odpravila z namenom, da najdeva sonce, pa vendar je bila hoja do vrha po meglenih stezicah prava pravljica zase.

Po tleh oranžno-rjava preproga, veje obrobljene belo, vonj po gozdu, dvoje srečnih src, bežečih pred padajočim ivjem, dvoje toplih sap, mešajočih se z meglicami, neskončno navduševanje nad čudovitimi drobnimi prizori narave na vsakem koraku in… bentenje nad fotoaparatom, ki ne zmore niti približno ujeti vseh teh belin, svetlob in lesketanja.

Če sva našla sonce? Ammm… povem jutri. :)

It is true that Miro and I went up to Osovnik hill in order to find some sun, but hiking to the top through foggy paths was a real fairytale for itself anyway.

Orange-brown carpet on the ground, white-contoured branches, smell of forest, two happy hearts running away from a falling frost, two warm breaths mixing together with foggy mists, endless admiration over wonderful tiny images of nature at every step and… complaining over the photo-camera that can’t capture even closely all these whitnesses, lights and shimmering.

Did we find the sun? Ammm… I’ll tell tomorrow. :)

Srečno, mali! Good luck, little guy!

2011-11-25T16:27:00.001+01:00

Dedek je pred nekaj dnevi na enem od njegovih rednih sprehodov na tleh našel malega ptička. Prinesel ga je domov in mu zgradil pravo začasno haciendo.

Vmes je ugotovil, da je z njim očitno vse v redu, da je najverjetneje lišček in, čisto po njegovo, pretelefonaril naokoli in se posvetoval z raznimi strokovnjaki, kaj storiti z njim, in ga baje najmanj enkrat celo lovil po stanovanju. :)

Danes sem ga končno obiskala, da ga vidim in ugotovila, da je pravi mali neustrašni navihanec. Prebudil se je šele po nekaj minutah nič kaj uvidevnega fotografiranja in se nato pišmevuhovsko počasi spravil na hrano.

Danes ga bo izpustil. Upam, da se mali znajde v tem svetu!

[mimogrede: zgodba o njegovem kakiju je tukaj]

On one of his regular walks my grandpa found a little bird lying in the grass few days ago. He brought it home and built a real temporary hacienda for it.

Meanwhile he found out that there’s nothing wrong with it and that it’s probably a goldfinch. He also made a numberless of phone calls, in his usual style, to consult different experts what to do with it and I was told that he was even catching it all over his appartment at least one time. :)

Today I finally visited him, to see it and found out, that it’s a real little fearless little guy. He woke up only after a couple of minutes of not exactly considerate photographing and then it slowly and carelessly started to eat.

Today he will let it go. I hope this little guy will find its place in this world!

[by the way: the story about his kaki tree is here]

Na videz brezbarvno... Seemingly colourless...

2011-11-24T14:00:00.001+01:00

… pa vendar polno barv!

… and yet so full of colours!

Preblisk iz osemdesetih Eighties flashback

2011-11-23T12:22:00.000+01:00

Obožujem to pesem!

Ker se spominjam, da je bila to ena maminih najljubših v osemdesetih, in kako se takrat kar nismo in nismo mogle nagledat videa, me tri skupaj s sestro, kadarkoli se je zavrtel po televiziji.

To je za tvoj prihajajoči rojstni dan, mami! :)

[moj oči, navdušen ljubiteljski fotograf, je to sliko posnel še preden sta se poročila]

I love this song!

Because I remember how it was one of my mum’s favourites in eighties and how we three, together with my sister, we just couldn’t have enough of watching the video back then, whenever it started on tv.

This is for your upcoming birthday, mami! :)

[my dad, an enthusiastic photographer, had taken this picture of her before they were married]

Nakvačkani trenutki Crocheted moments

2011-11-22T12:32:00.001+01:00

[vse slike / all images: SANDRA JUTO]

Ob podobi ene Sandrinih najljubših fotografij, tiste s čebulo, premišljujem, da je bil moj vstop v njen e-dom prav tak – postopen. Počasen v najboljšem pomenu te besede. Njen svet sem odkrivala plast za plastjo, dokler se nisem zavedla, da sem zakvačkana. :)

Rada se pridružim njenim pohajkovanjem po berlinskih ulicah in se nasmejem tistim posrečenim pojavam, delu njenih rok, ki plezajo po vseh kotičkih njenega stanovanja in ji ne dajo miru niti pri pitju kave.

Zgodba zase pa so njene brezprstne rokavice, Wrist Worms, kot jih imenuje, v katerih se prepletajo tudi niti vsakdanjega življenja, vseh tistih drobnih utrinkov, ki jih sproti skoraj po dnevniško zapisuje s sliko in besedo in velikodušno deli z nami.

Poglej, za temi vrati se skriva topel dom Sandre Juto!

[iz drugega sklopa blogov, izbranih po tem kopitu]

Looking at one of Sandra’s favourite photos, the one with an onion, I’m thinking about my entering into her e-home, because it was just like that – gradual. It was slow in the best sense of the word. I’ve been discovering her world layer after layer, until I realized I was crocheted into it. :)

I like to join her wanderings across streets of Berlin or I smile at those cute characters, a work of her hands, that climb all over her apartment and don’t leave her alone even when drinking coffee.

A story of its own is her fingerless gloves, Wrist Worms, as she calls them. There are threads of everyday life weaved in them, all those little moments that she keeps generously sharing with us in words and pictures in journey-like style.

Look, behind this door there’s Sandra Juto’s warm home!

[from second series of blogs chosen this way]

Kako se spoprijeti z novembrsko meglo How to fight November fog

2011-11-21T11:36:00.001+01:00

(razen takole)

- te barve stisneš v najboljši sok na svetu [slika 2]
- se segreješ ob sončni mehiški hrani [slika 3]
- perilo obesiš z zabavnimi kljukicami [slika 4]

In mimogrede: to je eno mojih najljubših gospodinjskih opravil. Pravzaprav vse, kar je povezano s cunjami – pranje, obešanje, likanje, zlaganje. Vsaj s tem se lahko pohvalim. Kar pa ne pomeni, da se mi, ne ravno redko, ne naberejo kupi zaostankov. :)
Iskanje ujemajočih se parov štumfov in njihovo zlaganje pa mislim da je prav edino delo, ki se ga kot otrok nisem nikoli branila. Prav nasprotno – skoraj grebla sem se zanj. Še danes mi je nekako meditativno delo, ki posebej paše ob takih meglenih novembrskih dneh, še bolj pa ko pred oknom romantično-melanholično poplesujejo snežinke.

(Ironično, ampak tale meglena fotka je iz Logatca, ravno od tam, kamor sva se zatekla pred sivino in kjer sva uživala v popolnem sončnem dnevu, proti večeru pa se je priplazila tudi tja in takrat je nastala fotka.)

(except this way)

- to squeeze these colours into the best juice in the world [picture 2]
- to warm yourself with sunny Mexican food [picture 3]
- to hang laundry clothes with joyful clips [picture 4]

And by the way: this is one of my favourite household chores. Actually everything that has something to do with clothes – washing, hanging, ironing and folding. At least this is something that I can be proud of, even though it isn’t so rare when there are lots of cloth-piles to catch up. :)
And searching for a matching pair of socks and folding them together was the only work that I've never resist to when I was a child. Quite contrary – I’ve fought for it. It still is somehow a meditative work for me and it feels especially good at these kinds of depressive foggy days or even better when there are snowflakes romantically and melancholically dancing on the other side of the window.

(Ironically, but this foggy photo is from Logatec, right from the place where we escaped to to avoid the greyness and where we were enjoying the perfect sunny day, but towards the end of the day the fog crawled there, too, and that was when I took the picture.)

Iz oči v oči z jesenskimi potmi Face to face with autumn paths

2011-11-18T08:48:00.000+01:00

[spet na Sv. Jakobu, tako kot tu in tu]

[at Sv. Jakob hill again, like here and here]

Zgodovina bodočega doma 3 Future home history 3

2011-11-16T18:50:00.001+01:00

Prvo pomlad po začetku dela sva si tja prinesla ti dve roži,

da sta nama dajali vsaj malo upanja in svežine v tistih najbolj zaprašenih dneh.

Na tretji sliki pa je kotiček, kjer sem dneve in dneve pulila žeblje iz kupov in

kupov parketnih deščic. Uf, moje roke so bile neuporabne več dni zatem! :)

[posnetki so nametani brez nekega reda in so v večini iz težkega začetnega, še razdiralnega obdobja]

First spring after we began working on it, we brought there these two flowers

to give us some hope and freshness in those most dusted days.

In the third picture there is the little corner, where I had been pulling the nails out of

piles and piles of parquet panels. Uf, my hands were useless for days afterwards! :)

[pictures are put together without an order and are mostly from that hard beginning-period,

when there was a destructivism still dominating over the construction]

Mačji pomežik Cat wink

2011-11-15T22:03:00.001+01:00

[vse slike / all images: TIKIN SVET]

Do gline imam poseben odnos, zato sem se v Tikin svet takoj zaljubila. Njena keramika je mešanica prvinskosti, pravljičnosti in mačje zapeljivosti.

Umetnost je pregnesti glino tako, da končni izdelki izgledajo kot del narave, s teksturami, v katerih se vidijo vzorci gozdnih tal ali ljube prstí.

Zato rože takoj posvojijo njene skalnjake, praznične dobrote iz njenih piškotnikov še posebej zadišijo, ena od prekrasnih solnic pa je bila tudi razlog, da sva se s Tiko srečali že tudi v živo. :)

Že davno sem sklenila, da bo en njen skalnjak nekoč krasil tudi moj balkon. Obiščite jo tudi vi in dopustite, da vam pomežikne kateri od njenih nagajivih mucev.

[iz drugega sklopa blogov, izbranih po tem kopitu]

I have very special relationship towards clay, so it was not difficult to fall in love with Tika’s artpieces. Her ceramics is a mixture of primariness, fairytale world and cat seductiveness.

It’s a real art to knead clay in a way that the final product looks like a part of nature, with textures where you can see patterns of forest ground or dear soil in them.

That’s why flowers adopt her spheres immediately, festive goodies smell especially sweet when they are in her cookie jars and one of her wonderful salt cellars was the reason that Tika and I have already met in person. :)

I’ve decided long ago that one day I’ll own one of her spheres to have some flowers on my balcony and now you can go visit Tika’s garden and let one of her naughty cats wink to you.

[from second series of blogs chosen this way]

Po peti popoldan After five in the afternoon

2011-11-14T22:26:00.001+01:00

Od doma sva se odpravila peš,

z namenom, da bi mimogrede naredila še kak lep posnetek zunaj,

pa je megla pripomogla, da se je stemnilo še hitreje,

tako da sem posnela samo nekaj notranjih.

[posneto v gostilni Košir,
kamor je zaradi domače hčere baje rad zahajal tudi Fran Levstik]

We decided to walk there,

to take some nice outside shots by the way,

but thick fog helped that it got dark even sooner

(before 5 p.m.),

so I made just some inside ones.

Nad dolenjskimi griči Above the hills of Dolenjska

2011-11-13T18:59:00.001+01:00

pri prijateljih v njihovem nastajajočem novem domu

at friends' almost finished new house

Kaki, gobe in ostale hecne žverce Kaki, mushrooms and other funny creatures

2011-11-12T16:55:00.001+01:00

Ta kaki [slika 1], ki sva ga, ne vedoč, če bo uspeval tako daleč od morja, z Mirom nekoč podarila moji babi, zanj pa zdaj skrbi dedek, je postal prava uspešnica! Kot zgodnja novoletna smrečica. :)

Martinovo pojedino je spremljal pražnje okrašen mlad refošk. [slika 2]

Miro je zjutraj pripravil eno od svojih neštetih verzij umešanih jajc, tokrat s šitakami in siri [slika 3], sestra pa nama je takoj zatem prinesla dve gobi [slika 4], tako da bo tole očitno ena prava gobja sobota.

Za družino in prijatelje vedno rada pripravljava navihana darilca in zadnjič sva se takole spravila nad ingver. [slika 5] :)

This kaki [picture 1] was a birthday present to my grandma from Miro and me a few years ago and it is now in a care of my grandpa. We didn’t know back then if it will grow here in Ljubljana, so far from the sea, but it became a real success story! It’s like an early Christmas tree. :)

Martinovo feast was accompanied by elegantly dressed young wine. [picture 2]

In the morning Miro prepared one of his innumerable versions of scrambled eggs, this time with shiitake mushrooms and cheeses [picture 3] and my sister brought us this two mushrooms from the woods [picture 4], so I guess this is going to be a real mushroomy Saturday.

We always like to prepare this kind of funny gifts for family and friends and this is how we took advantage of this poor ginger guy the other day. [picture 5] :)

11. 11. 11 ali Moj fotoaparat je lahko tudi miš 11. 11. 11 or My photo camera can also be a mouse

2011-11-11T13:48:00.001+01:00

Danes sem imela čudne sanje. Bila sem neznano kje in nisem našla svojega fotoaparata. Vsakič, ko sem že mislila, da sem ga našla, sem kmalu ugotovila, da ni moj. Potem sem ga videla na tleh v mačjem krožniku in se razjezila, kaj dela tam. Vsi so mi dopovedovali, da ga je mačka verjetno zamenjala z mišjo, ker je majhen, siv in ima rep (poglej v levem stolpcu mojega bloga).

Kratko srečo je skalilo ponovno spoznanje, da se vseeno nekoliko razlikuje od mojega. Tako sem nadaljevala z iskanjem, vendar neuspešno.

Vem, da obstajajo mnogo hujše stvari, ki se ti lahko zgodijo, ampak zame so take sanje prava nočna mora. Običajno sicer sanjam, da mi foto zmrzne, ko vidim lep prizor, ali pa zmanjka baterij in občutek je res obupen. (čudno, ampak takih sanj prej nisem imela, ko sem fotografirala še s starimi klasičnimi aparati)

Pa veselo martinovo - z mišjega zornega kota! :)

I had the strangest dream tonight. I was in an unknown place and I couldn’t find my photo-camera. Every time I thought I found it I soon realized that it’s not mine. And then I saw it in a cat’s plate on a floor and was so angry how it got there. Everybody were telling me that a cat probably thought it was a mouse, as it is small, grey and has a tail (see it on the sidebar of my blog).

I was so happy for a while, but realized again it’s slightly different from mine. So I kept searching but with no success.

I know it’s not the worst thing that can happen to you, but for me this kind of dreams are such nightmares. Usually when I have a bad dream I dream of how my photo freezes when I need it or batteries run out and it’s awful feeling. (strange, but I never had this kind of dreams when I had had old classical photo-cameras)

Well, happy martinovo (=St. Martin’s feast) - from the mouse perspective! :)

Novi trije Three new

2011-11-10T08:18:00.000+01:00

Skoraj leto je minilo, odkar sem predstavila tri bloge, ki so mi zelo všeč,

zato mislim, da je napočil čas za naslednje tri, po tistem istem načelu.

Med jutranjimi in večernimi jesenskimi tihožitji sem torej opravljala to prijetno, a težko nalogo.

Težjo kot je trenje orehov, celó težjo kot je gledati, kako nekdo drug tre orehe.

Kmalu.

Almost a year past since I presented three blogs that I like very much,

so I think it’s time for the next three, following that same principle.

So, between morning and evening autumn still-lifes I have been doing this pleasant, yet hard job.

Harder than cracking walnuts, as we say, and even harder than watching someone else cracking walnuts! :)

Soon.

Stebri družbe Pillars of Society

2011-11-09T09:41:00.000+01:00

Štirje sivi in žalostni stebri, ki že dolgo prebadajo zeleno preprogo pod Sekirico,

so po novem ponosno pisani, simpatično provokativni in so Logatcu resnično v okras.

[na nek hecen kljubovalen način se mi bili sicer všeč že prej]

Te ostanke kozolca so konec poletja z barvami, ustvarjalnostjo in zanosom napadli številni umetniki,

vodja projekta je bil Vid Sark, celoten potek pa je slikovno zabeležil Andrej Korenč.

Že kar vidim, kako čudovito izstopajoči bodo videti v zimski belini!

Four grey and sad pillars that have been piercing that green carpet under the Sekirica hill for a long time

are from now on proudly colourful, provocatively cute and a real decoration for Logatec town.

[in some funny defying-way I’ve been admiring them even before]

At the end of summer these remains of kozolec were attacked with colours,
creativeness and enthusiasm by many artists, the head of the project was Vid Sark
and all process was documented by photographer Andrej Korenč.

I can already imagine how wonderful and impressive they will be in winter whiteness!

Koledarji 2012 2012 Calendars

2011-11-08T15:24:00.000+01:00

na voljo v moji trgovinici / available in my shop:

koledar NARCISA daffodil

koledar MAK poppy

Tole je ostalo... This is what was left...

2011-11-07T13:06:00.000+01:00

… od marmornega kolača, ki ga je zadnjič

po zapiskih svoje tašče, moje babi, spekla mami.

… of the marble cake that my mum baked the other day,

following her mother-in-law’s, my grandma’s, notes.

Nedeljski jutranji humor Sunday morning humour

2011-11-06T16:10:00.000+01:00

Danes zjutraj, ko sem ob čaju prebirala časopis, sem se bolj kot temu, kaj je Garfield tokrat ušpičil, nasmejala Mirovem pripisu, ki je časopis bral malo pred mano in ki je velik oboževalec tega nagajivega mačka ravno zaradi obojestranske obsedenosti z lazanjo.

Today morning, when I was having my cup of tea at reading newspaper, there was one thing I laughed more at than at what Garfield did this time. It was what Miro wrote with a pencil next to it while he was reading newspaper a bit earlier: lazanja (=lasagna).
He’s a big fan of this naughty cat because he’s mad about lazanja, too, and so he recognized immediately the famous dish just by first two ingredients of the recipe, which Garfield wanted to listen as a bedtime story. :)

Srečna sobota Lucky Saturday

2011-11-05T19:39:00.000+01:00

Danes, ob vnovičnem prekladanju stvari iz ene sobe najinega bodočega domovanja v drugo, sva našla tegale srečkota [slika 1] in mu naročila, naj opravlja svoje delo! :)
Vmes je Miro palačinke napolnil s porom, sirom, olivami in kaprami, ob naslednji lakoti pa so prav prišli tile prigrizki [slika 3], ki jih obožujem!
Ah, meni pa se pogledi še zmeraj zatikajo ob krasni jeseni, kljub temu, da je skoraj vse listje že na tleh.

We found this lucky fellow [picture 1] today, while carrying stuff from one room of our future home to another again and ordered him to do his job properly! :)
Somewhen in between Miro filled pancakes with leek, cheese, olives and capers and for the next little hunger we had prepared ourselves these little snacks [picture 3] that I adore!
Ah, but I still can’t take my eyes off of this gorgeous autumn, even though that almost all leaves are under the trees already.

November je kot maj November is like May

2011-11-04T15:26:00.000+01:00

Nekaj utrinkov z obletnice poroke mojih staršev:
- zunanji izgled najinega darila, na katerega sem prišila ribezove snopke
- za mešanje koktajlov je vedno zadolžen stric
- nabodalca s sadjem in sirom, ki jih je pripravil oči
- surovi cvetačni cvetki, zaprašeni z mešanico kurkume, popra, soli in olivnega olja – najboljša kulinarična novost, ki jo je nekje izvohala mami (ne morem se odločiti, katera verzija je boljša: ta ali tista ocvrta, hm?)

Some captured moments from my parents' wedding anniversary:
- this is how our gift turned out after I sewn some currant bunches on it
- my uncle is always in charge for cocktail shaking
- fruit and cheese skewers made by my dad
- raw cauliflower florets dusted in a mixture of curcuma, pepper, salt and olive oil – the best culinary novelty that my mum found out for somewhere (I can’t decide which version I prefer: this or that fried one, hm?)

Vroča debata Hot debate

2011-11-03T12:55:00.000+01:00

Ne zgodi se pogosto, da se dva popečena kruhka spustita v pogovor,

ni pa prav redko, da se ponašata s takim doma pripravljenim namazom.

[tokrat s čemažem in zeliščno soljo]

It does not happen often that two grilled toasts have a conversation,

but it is not that rare at all when they proudly carry this way home made spread.

[this time with wild garlic and herbal salt]

Zlato obarvana megla Gold-coloured fog

2011-11-02T14:20:00.000+01:00

Topla čajanka pri Mirovih starših.

Zunaj pa se je kljub gosti megli vse zlato bleščalo. Noro!

Warm tea party at Miro’s parents.

Meanwhile outside everything was shinning in gold despite the dense fog. Amazing!

Obratno sorazmerno Inversely proportional

2011-11-01T14:19:00.000+01:00

Od nekdaj imam rada jesensko-zimske praznike.

Mogoče zato, ker postaja zunaj vedno bolj mrzlo,

v nas pa se obratno sorazmerno počasi prižiga toplota, tudi ob spominih.

[slikano na Žalah pred šestimi leti – še z mojim dobrim starim analognim fotoaparatom]

I’ve always liked these autumn-winter holidays.

Maybe because outside is getting colder and colder,

but there is this warmth growing inversely proportional inside of us,

beginning with today’s remembering.

Last day of October and first day of November are both work-free days here in Slovenia,

Reformation Day and The Day of Remembrance of the dead.

[the picture was taken at Žale cemetery 6 years ago with my good old analog camera]

Skoraj tak Almost the same

2011-10-31T16:01:00.000+01:00

Takóle, prvič sva naredila močnik! Ko rečem "sva", to pomeni, da je večino opravil Miro, jaz pa sem sodelovala nekako takole: ne, babičin je bil bolj gost ali nene, zdaj je pa pregost.

Kakorkoli, bil je dober in skoraj tak, kot se ga spominjam. Edini razliki sta bili, da je bil najin obarvan (namenoma), zaradi pirine in koruzne moke namesto bele, in bolj gost (nenamenoma), zaradi pomanjkanja izkušenj.

Za zraven sem naredila tudi krompirjeve polovičke, ki sva jih pomakala v sol na malem krožničku, vse tako, kot smo delali pri babici.

Takóle, for the first time we prepared močnik, our traditional Slovenian dish. When I say "we" it means that most of the cooking was made by Miro and my part was something like this: ne, grandma made it a bit thicker, not so watery or nene, now it’s getting too thick.

Kakorkoli, it was good and almost the same as I remember. The only two differences were that ours was coloured (intentionally) because of spelt and corn flour instead of white and it was thicker (unintentionally) because of lack of experiences.

I made potatoe halves to go along with and prepared a little plate with salt where we gently dipped potatoes in just like I did it at my grandma’s.

Prazne glave Empty heads

2011-10-30T18:26:00.000+01:00

Ko delaš načrte o tem, kako bi zvečer prijala vroča čokolada, in greš na sprehod z namenom, da ubiješ dve muhi na mah (rekreacija in nakup), in prideš do mlekomata, pa ugotoviš, da si denarnico pozabil doma, in si zaradi tega tako obupan, da, kljub temu, da veš, da denar ne leži naokoli kar tako, vseeno gledaš po tleh, če se bo kje kaj zalesketalo, potem ti ne preostane drugega, kot da naslednji dan ubereš isto pot, s to razliko, da prej preveriš, če je denarnica res v žepu, in potem objaviš posnetke z obeh dni, kot da bi bil to en sam sprehod.

Govorim o dveh človeških in eni pasji glavi! :)

When you make plans about how nice it would be to have a cup of hot chocolate in the evening and you want to join two things into one (recreation and a purchase) by going on a walk and then you arrive to the milkomat and find out that you forgot your wallet at home and you’re so desperate that, even though you know that money doesn’t lie on the ground just like that, you start looking around for something shiny, in that case you have nothing else to do than repeat the same route all over again the next day, with a tiny little difference of checking twice if your wallet really is in a pocket, and then you post photos from both days like it was just one walk.

I’m talking about two human and one dog head! :)

Petkov srk Friday's sip

2011-10-28T15:58:00.000+02:00

AVGUSTvarjanja vam želijo žongliranje z jesenskim soncem

in s toplim srkom napovedujejo skorajšnji prihod

svojih dveh preprostih 2012 koledarjev v trgovinico.

In ko smo že pri koledarjih, malo kasneje, čez kak mesec,

bom spet ponudila možnost vsem vam,

da si priigrate en izvod tradicionalnega koledarja s posnetki,

večinoma objavljenimi preko celega leta tu, na blogu,

ki ga z Mirom oblikujeva sama in v zelo omejeni nakladi vsako leto podarjava le najbližjim.

AVGUSTvarjanja wishes you to juggle with autumn sun

and announces with a warm sip the approaching arrival

of its two simple calendars 2012 into the shop.

And talking about calendars, a bit later, in about a month,

I’m having a giveaway, to offer an opportunity to all of you

to win one copy of traditional very limited edition calendar

featuring mostly photos published throughout this year here on my blog.

Pobarvano Painted

2011-10-27T16:39:00.000+02:00

Ta drevesa bi lahko poslušala v neskončnost

in ta glas bi lahko gledala dokler se ne obarva…

I could listen to these trees for ages

and watch this voice untill it colours itself...

Plemenita preprostost okusov The noble simplicity of flavours

2011-10-26T14:43:00.000+02:00

Pogrešam več ponudbe slovenske kuhinje. Več slovenskih gostiln. Pa ne govorim o tistih, veliki večini tako neizvirnih in ki jih je malo morje, kjer so jedilni listi skorajda identični drug drugemu ali pa se tistih nekaj domačih jedi izgubi v, kar je najbolj zabavno, oguljeni klasični ponudbi z vineršniclom na čelu.

Prav lepo bi bilo kdaj skočiti v gostilno na kislo mleko s kruhom za zajtrk ali na joto za kosilo tudi v mestih, medtem ko si prejšnjikrat užival v italijanskih dobrotah in te naslednjič mika mogoče kitajska ali pa bosanska restavracija.

Ena mojih najljubših slovenskih, in nasploh, jedi je močnik. Ja! :) V otroških in mladostniških letih je bil pri babici kar pogosto na sporedu in tako škoda mi je, da se ga nisem naučila skuhat. Z mami sva se zmenili, da bova pobrskali po knjigah in poskusili. Prav takega kot je bil nekoč. S polovičkami krompirja, ki si ga pomakal v sol, za prilogo!

Najbolj žalostno je, da se verjetno marsikomu te jedi ne zdijo dovolj fine, a komur so te stvari pomembne, naj povem, da sem naletela na zapis, ki pravi, da je bila nekoč njegova sladka različica celo plemiška jed.
Kakorkoli, ne bom razlagala svojih pogledov na plemstvo, lahko pa povem, da je bil babičin močnik nadvse plemiški.

Jed na sliki pa se imenuje masovnik in je tudi plemiška po mojih standardih! Brez pomisleka sva si ga privoščila poleti na Jezerskem, ko sva ga videla v ponudbi. Hribovske koče na srečo (še) kar pridno ponujajo domačo hrano.

I miss more Slovenian cuisine in the offer of our towns. There are plenty in our mountain huts, but if you want to taste it when you go out at night for a dinner, just like you enjoy in Italian or Chinese or many others, than you have a serious problem. It’s a pity, because it’s very good.

One of my favourite dishes is močnik (some kind of gruel or porridge) that my grandma used to cook when I was younger. I’m so sorry I had not learned how to prepare it. Recently I had a conversation with my mum and we said we’ll search the books and try to make it just like we remember, with potatoe halves that you gently dip into a salt as a side dish.

It is sad because most of the people think that these dishes aren’t fancy enough, but to those who think these things are so important, I just found out that the sweet variety of močnik was once considered as a dish of nobility.
Kakorkoli, I will not explain my opinion about nobility, but I will tell you that my grandma’s močnik was very noble for me.

The dish in the picture is called masovnik and it is noble by my standards also! Without a hesitation Miro and I ordered it this past summer at Jezersko mountain hut by the lake as soon as we saw it on a menu.

Zgodovina bodočega doma 2 Future home history 2

2011-10-25T14:56:00.000+02:00

Te stare posnetke vedno rada pogledam, saj mi dajo nov zagon,

ko vidim, kaj vse je že za nama, pa vseeno,

ob spominu na ogromne količine prahu me vedno znova zvije. :)

[posnetki so nametani brez nekega reda in so v večini iz težkega začetnega, še razdiralnega obdobja]

I always love going through these old pictures to get some new motivation,

when I see what is already behind us, however,

remembering those huge amounts of dust I always get sick. :)

[pictures are put together without an order and are mostly from that hard beginning-period,
when there was a destructivism still dominating over the construction]

Po kruh To get some bread

2011-10-22T18:53:00.000+02:00

[... ali kako lahko drobne zadevice polepšajo siv, mrzel in dolgočasen dan.]

[... or how can tiny little things brighten up a grey, cold and boring day.]

Začenjajo se dnevi... Here come the days...

2011-10-20T17:51:00.000+02:00

… ko že paše kakšna vroča župca, na primer česnova s popečenimi kruhki.

… when it feels so good if you have some hot soup, like garlic one with toasted bread.

Kako naj človek ostane resen! How can anyone stay serious!

2011-10-19T17:51:00.000+02:00

Stara mačkonarka, prav tista brez uradnega imena in uhlja, je včerajšnje sončne žarke izkoristila še za zadnje letošnje poležavanje zunaj, mene pa je danes pri poigravanju s koruznimi vzorci zalotil en navihan smrček.

Takole se Zoja včasih prikrade, ko slikam ali sedim za računalnikom, in ker ve, da v te prostore nima vstopa, odrine sicer (ravno v ta namen) nezakljukana vrata le toliko, da pomoli noter svoj zvedavi nos in me kaj-pa-vem-koliko-časa opazuje.
Verjetno ne prav dolgo, glede na to, kakšen hiperaktivec je. Ko ima dovolj, nezadovoljno zagodrnja, tako kot danes, in potem vedno prasnem v smeh, ne morem si pomagat! :)

Kakorkoli, tokrat sem bila končno dovolj prisebna, da sem pograbila foto, a ker ji gre poziranje dokaj na živce, je vztrajno gledala v neko točko na steni, dokler ni minilo.

The old cat, yes, the one without an official name and without an ear, took advantage of the season’s last warm days for lying outside yesterday and I was interrupted by this cute nose today, while I was playing with corn patterns.

This is how Zoja sometimes sneaks when I’m painting something or sitting at the computer and because she knows perfectly well that she has no access into this room, she pushes (just for that purpose) unhooked door only that much that she can squeeze in-between her cute nose and observes me for I-don’t-know-how-much-time.
Probably not for a very long time, considering her hyperactivity. And when she’s tired of waiting, she mumbles in a most disgruntled way, like she did today and than I always burst into laughter, I just can’t help myself! :)

Anyway, this time I finally remember to grab my camera, but as she hates these things in front of her face, she was persistently looking into one particular point in the wall until it was over.

Zgodovina bodočega doma 1 Future home history 1

2011-10-18T12:53:00.000+02:00

Pogosto me sprašujete, kako napreduje gradnja, pa se ponavljam in vas dolgočasim s kruto resnico: počasi, a vztrajno!
Zato začenjam s serijo dokazov najinega dela preteklih let, da boste lažje dočakali zaključek. :)

[posnetki so nametani brez nekega reda in so v večini iz težkega začetnega, še razdiralnega obdobja]

Današnji sklop otvarja prelep jesenski pogled iz sobe, kjer bom imela svoj atelje.

I get a lot of questions about the progress of our future home, but I’m repeating myself and boring you with the cruel truth: slowly, but persistently!
That’s why I’m beginning with series of proofs of our past years' work, so that you’ll await the end a bit easier. :)

[pictures are put together without an order and are mostly from that hard beginning-period, when there was a destructivism still dominating over the construction]

I’m starting today’s set with a magnificent autumn view from my future atelje.

Solzne, a srečne oči Teary, yet happy eyes

2011-10-16T15:51:00.000+02:00

Namesto kopalk vzameš kapo, šal, rokavice in jakno

in se nastaviš mrzli burji, da s solznimi, a srečnimi očmi

vdihavaš morski zrak in opazuješ frfotajoče lase

in komaj ujameš poplesavajoče oljke v objektiv…

You take a jacket, gloves, scarf and a hat instead of your swim suit

and you enjoy the healing burja wind that causes teary, yet happy eyes,

breathe the sea air and watch hair flying around

and you hardly catch those dancing olive trees into your photo-camera…

Precej žalostno, če mene vprašate Pretty sad, if you ask me

2011-10-14T16:17:00.000+02:00

A ni zanimivo, da nikoli ne slišimo poziva katerega od naših (niti evropskih) politikov finančnim mogotcem, naj dajo delavcem NJIHOV pošteno (in težko) prisluženi denar, medtem ko so jih vseskozi polna usta navodil, kako je treba zdaj, v krizi, nujno pomagati z (našim) denarjem bankam in podobnim ustanovam, ki že tako ali tako nesramno bogatijo na naš račun, torej tem istim, ki so zaradi pohlepa in pokvarjenosti tudi glavni razlog za nastalo situacijo.

Neverjetno je, da se to dogaja tudi pri nas, ki smo se temu enkrat že uprli. Nič se nismo naučili. Ali pa hitro pozabljamo.

Ali je bil prejšnji sistem res slabši od tega? Vprašanje je zgolj retorično, dovolj zgovorno je namreč že to, da imamo trenutno za idealni sistem tistega, ki kot največjo vrednoto smatra kapital in je koneckoncev po njem dobil tudi ime. Precej žalostno, če mene vprašate.

[da vam ne bi pokvarila vikenda, dodajam vsaj nekaj dobre glasbe]

Isn’t it interesting that we never hear a word from our politicians (nor wider in EU) that financial magnates should pay workers THEIR fair (and hard) earned money, but we often hear them whining how it is necessary to give money to banks and other similar institutions to help them out of this crisis, that is, to support the same people who are the main reason for the situation because of their greed and corruption and who have been already enriching themselves at our expense so far.

It’s unbelievable that this is happening also here, in my country, because didn’t we resist to all this once before? Haven’t we learned anything or we just forget so quickly?

Was the previous system really worse than this? It’s just a rhetorical question, namely, only the fact, that we consider as an ideal system right now the one that has a capital for its main value and it is even named after it, it says it all. Pretty sad, if you ask me.

[for not destroying your weekend I'm adding at least some good music]

Morski spominki Sea treasures

2011-10-13T15:03:00.000+02:00

S Krka sem prinesla nekaj kamenčkov in za začetek na enega od njih naslikala

glagoljaško črko B, kot spomin na prekrasno baščansko plažo,

in spet sem bila vesela, da imam Kathyjino vrečko,

tokrat za šopek rožmarina, ki sem ga nabrala na poti domov

in ki še zdaj omamno diši! :)

I brought some pebbles from Krk and for beginning I painted

a glagolitic letter B on one of them as a memory of the beautiful beach of Baška town

and once more I was happy to have Kathy’s bag,

because I used it to carry a bouquet of rosemary that I picked

on our way home. It still smells so nice! :)

To in to in rezultati This and this and the results

2011-10-12T14:48:00.000+02:00

Ob čudovitih pogledih, ki nam jih nudi jesen, se spominjam pred kratkim končanega poletja

in kaj vse je šlo mimo mene. To in to na primer.

Ker sem zadnje čase večkrat pisala o balonarskem državnem prvenstvu, naj zdaj, po koncu,

napišem še to, da je državni prvak postal pilot kluba Letimo. Bravo, Vojc! :)

Autumn is starting to show us its gorgeous colours, but I want to show you the city I live in –

- the cutest city in the world at any time of year. This and this are from the past summer in Ljubljana.

I’ve been writing much about balloon championship lately, so now, when it’s over,

I’d like to tell you that the national champion became Letimo club pilot. Bravo, Vojc! :)

Norčava jesen... Amusing autumn...

2011-10-11T15:00:00.000+02:00

… na mojem koncu mesta.

… in my part of the city.

Štiri za danes Four for today

2011-10-10T15:17:00.000+02:00

Včeraj je bil eden tistih čudovitih zahodov, ki se jih kar ne moreš nagledat. [slika 1]

Pred časom sem za sestro oblikovala žig za njene slike. [slika 2]

Obožujem gobe na stoinen način, iz teh šitak pa je nastala tale okusna jed. [slika 3]

S poletjem se je končalo tudi obdobje neviht, ki jih Zoja tako zelo ne mara, da se skrije na najbolj nenavadne konce, in enkrat sem jo našla takole spečo sredi stopnic. :) [slika 4]

Yesterday I was admiring one of those wonderful sunsets that you just can’t take your eyes off of it. [picture 1]

I designed a stamp for my sister’s paintings a while ago. [picture 2]

I adore mushrooms prepared on every possible way and out of these shiitakes this delicious dish was made. [picture 3]

The summer is over and so is a period of thunder storms that Zoja doesn’t like so much that she hides in the most unusual places possible and this is how I found her sleeping in the middle of the stairs one of those times. :) [picture 4]

Pisano nebo Colourful sky

2011-10-09T08:03:00.000+02:00

Takole so se včeraj v okviru državnega prvenstva,
ki poteka še danes, po nebu v okolici Trebnjega pasli baloni.

Več na Letimo.si.

Here is how balloons took over the sky above Trebnje area yesterday,

where the national championship is going on these days.

Neverjetno Unbelievable

2011-10-08T15:02:00.000+02:00

Česa takega pa res ne pomnim – letošnja zima je preskočila jesen! :)

Mislim dobesedno: v začetku tedna sem bila še v kopalkah na plaži in to ne tako na silo,

ampak v uf-kako-je-vroče-bo-treba-kaj-v-vodo stilu, včeraj pa sneg!

Vseeno mislim, da je bil krut le prehod

in da nas čaka še kar nekaj krasnih jesenskih dni.

I don’t remember something like this before – this year’s winter skipped the autumn! :)

I mean literally: in the beginning of the week I was on the beach in my bathing suit, not just catching

some weak sunrays, but in a huh-it’s-so-hot-let’s-go-into-the-water style and yesterday it was snowing

(I’m not talking of the mountains, but here in the capital, just an hour drive from the coast)!

But I think that it was just a cruel transition

(with temperature difference of about 20°C/70°F)

and there are still some beautiful autumn days to come before the real snow.

Vem za kraj... I know for a place...

2011-10-07T09:00:00.000+02:00

Vem za kraj, ki se začne tam, kjer zmanjka besed, tam, kjer niti poskus, ko bi rad nekaj ubesedil, pa ne gre in zato misliš, da te bo potolažil občutek tistega neulovljivega, ni dovolj.

Po teh pokrajinah, ki so mi takó znane in pomirjujoče objemajoče, pa vendar še vedno nagajivo bežeče, se mi je bilo včeraj dano sprehajati v krogu najbližjih, družine in prijateljev, s katerimi si pogosto delimo življenjske krajine, skupaj z mnogimi znanci, ki redkeje zaidejo nanje.

Po teh pokrajinah, ki so mi takó znane, pa me vseeno še vedno znajo presenetiti in uigrano zaplesati ob hudomušno zrelih ritmih Samih bab in nas zarolati v čaroben večer ob mamini sladki roladi. [slika 4]

Vem za kraj, ki mi je takó znan in kjer je lepo…

[utrinki so s sinočnjega odprtja sestrine slikarske razstave, ki bo na ogled še vsako soboto in nedeljo med 16. in 18. uro do 23. oktobra v Erbergovih paviljonih graščine Dol]

I know for a place that begins where there are no words left, it begins where even an attempt of wanting to put it into words, but can’t and therefore you think that the feeling of that certain something will comfort you, is not enough.

Yesterday I had the privilege to walk through these landscapes, so familiar to me and soothingly embracing, together with the loved ones, family and friends, with whom we often share landscapes of life and together with many acquaintances that rarely visit them. We walked through the landscapes so familiar to me and yet so playfully running away.

We walked through the landscapes so familiar to me and still they manage to surprise me and dance harmoniously in the amusing-mature rhythm of Same babe (All babes) band and roll us into the magic night together with my mum’s sweet rolls. [picture 4]

I know for a place so familiar to me and where is so nice…

[captured moments are from yesterday’s opening of my sister’s painting exhibition]