Yay summer was here

how pretty are these sunflowers???

And it already passed by. HOWEVER in a desperate attempt to keep the summer vibes alive, today we're going to talk about iced tea. Homemade iced tea that is. I love everything homemade. Even if an attempt to make something homemade tasted like crap, I would still pretend it tasted great (only to the boyfriend, never on the blog - don't want to make you gag).

This iced tea thing. It hasn't got anything to do with Lipton ice tea. Or Nestea. No it's not sugar-y, it's not sparkling (Is iced tea ever sparkling? I'm in doubt.) But it's probably the most refreshing thing in the world. Or in my world at least. And it looks good too. So if you're planning on an Instagram worthy barbecue (in case the weather ever gets better), this is the way to go.

Always up for a challenge pt. 1

My friend Kimberly (or Berly as we like to call her) had a challenge for me. Short introduction first. Kimberly likes pasta. And a lot of it. Which means she is exactly my kinda girl. So when she asked me to come up with an oven dish for butterfly pasta (known as farfalle by everyone else) I was of course totally up for the challenge.

#noinspo: team triple dips

Today is all about the non-blurred little fella in the picture.

Yay I really love dips. Give me some dip sauce, some naan or pita bread (or tortilla chips du-uh) and you got yourself a happy camper. I love dips so much I can't even describe - honestly. So I got some dirty little secret: I mostly make the same three dips for every dinner party. Guacamole, hummus and baba ganoush. Really easy but really yummy. And a bit #noinspiration.

DIPSDIPSDIPSDIPSDIPSDIPS (click). All you could ever ask for.

Nothing wrong with a classic

OK OK the picture isn't the best but that doesn't say anything about the taste - OK?

Fashion fades, style remains the same. Not that at this moment I give one flying c*** about what my clothes look like (I am wearing a dress that I ripped last year when falling off my bike in Copenhagen. And it's also missing two buttons). But what I am talking about is salad. And not just any salad: a salad with a capital a S. A Caesar Salad. Yes.

And we're back from...

FRANCE! Had a wedding there on Friday, so we squeezed in some days before - holidays yay! Of course I was already looking forward to some time off for ages. Mental prep is half of the joy.

Just sprinkle shit

Over the last couple of years I always used to have breakfast with something I like to call “apple pie oatmeal”. It’s basically the combination of rolled oats, diced apple, raisins and cinnamon. Now the thing with this apple pie oatmeal – just like with real apple pie – is that there’s no such thing as “enough”. Lazy cook as I am, I don’t want to use scales or whatever in the morning. So I just poured some oatmeal in my pan, some days double the amount of the previous.  And of course I ate it all. Not that I have a problem with too much food because there’s simply no such thing as “too much food”. 

You can't buy happiness

but you can buy pizza, which is kind of the same thing. Or even better: make it yourself. And when you don't feel like making it, just pimping a deep frozen pizza can give you the same gratification. Add some arugula on top, off you go!