13 going on 30

Yesterday something incredible and almost magical happened – Oliver had borrowed 4 girl movies and said I could choose any of them to battle the last couple of days troubles.

Any. Of. Them

Girl movies…

He should never have let the devil in. 

I jumped on it. We ate at the Havelock, i bought myself a big bag of grapes and then cuddled up with the projector in bed watching 13 going on 30. Awesome! It was pink, girlie, fairy dust-y and filled with happy music. Oliver managed to keep quiet until the last scene when he let out a groan ‘Do the house need to be PINK?’

Yes Oliver, the house needs to be pink, that shit’s important.

Tonight Christmas market with the Kix.

When the snow flakes start falling I will dance

Oliver and me have this other blog project where I write and he takes pictures – The Respond. It’s slow for us to get updated and we need to work on it but I really like writing a little bit longer posts.

At the moment we are trying to find the tone of the blog (we as in me, Olivers images will always be slightly depressing) so if you have any comments please let me know. I’m trying to balance in that middle ground between not too hippydippy dreamy and girl magazine ‘fun’ and it’s not easy…

Other than that I breathe autumn and rain, hide in black and grey and dream of Christmas.

Hard bread pizza – why not?

Back from Berlin and our culinary adventures behind us our foggy Monday brains decided to make as easy a dinner as human possible – one step above sandwiches. This resulted in hard bread pizza.

I’m not 100% sure about the result. Pizza is better, normal hard bread is better and warm sandwiches in the oven is better. All in all, hard bread pizza wasn’t a roaring success but not a failure either.

Easy to do though. Fill your pizza with everything you love, a tomato sauce as base and some cheese on top, we had mozzarella on the first and cheddar on the second and then in the oven for 5 min on 200 C. Done. A good way to eat bread that have gone a bit old and soggy. 

Tonight Oliver is off doing his thing and I’m home doing my thing – nothing.

Also on my camera

some pictures that I have taken of the screen while Oliver is processing them. I will upload the proper ones at some point but for now – girls in NYC.

 Outside random shop. The owner thought we were hard heart-ed criminals (Mags do look a bit scary) and followed us around until we left in panic.

 Before helicoptering. Glam girls and very SATC.

Maggie piloting.

We dont always jet set around the world…

Before we left for Berlin there was a Thursday when I worked from home.Or maybe ‘worked’. I couldnt really get my computer to work, internet gave up, so must admit to it being less working and more quality time at home.

I woke up and made Oliver and me scones. House wife deluxe 2.0

During lunch we took a walk. Oliver took photos. By now I must have a photo of Oliver taking photos every 1 m on this walk. Im going to be famous on that one day. High flying plans.

Magical light. Looks like God has a master plan for that little boat. I hope it’s a modern dream, like being in a Hollywood movie or something.

I tried to capture the yellow. It mostly look grey bit with a tiny bit of imagination… If i had photo shop I would fix it for you but you’ll have to do with the unedited truth.

While working I also pretended to give birth to Oliver. As you do. (If Im ever pregnant with Oliver’s babe i bet this is what i will look like with a gigantic nose sticking out on the middle of my stomach.)

And looked at him eating. Thrilling.

Once my hard work day was over I ventured over to Kix for soup and bread. We discussed out mental state, potential new found names for our problems and Christmas baking.

As well as much needed cuddled time with the Ziglet.

Sausages, sauerkrut and Japanese green tea

Oliver got his ‘go to Berlin and feel it happen’ birthday present this weekend and we landed in Berlin on Fri after almost missing the bus to the airport (my fault) and happily enjoying the (comparable to ryan air) luxurious easy jet flight.

The hotel, Cosmo Mitte, was nice and we ventured out to Monsieur Voung. After 20 min in the cold without getting a table we ended up at random japanese restaurant, drank (in my case) something called the Green Ninja and (in Oliverss case) something alcohol free that tasted of fernet (why you would like to do that). After dinner drinks at Neue Odessa – you could smoke inside. I repeat, you could smoke inside! My happiness about that set me aside from all the über cool Germans. Our night ended, very unexpected with rockaoke (yes, news to me to but rock karaoke with backing band).

Saturday morning my stomach couldnt hold my 3.5 (!!) drink from the night before but at 12 I was ready to go for lunch and we ate omelet at Chipps, took a long, freezing cold walk through Tiergarten and looked at naked ladies at the Newton exhibition. Oliver was in heaven, he claimed it was the camera collection of Newtons but i saw him sizing up the 80’s power ladies in nothing but high heels.

Evening came and that meant 17 course Japanese tasting menu at Dos Palillos. Epic! 3 hours of food porn. After dinner Oliver got to choose club and we ended up at the most misfit weird place in berlin – Horst. The people around us was the oddest lot of randoms ever and I havent laughed that much in a long time. By 4 my beaten body and aching feet gave up.

Sunday – photos of a misty, industrial Berlin, empty streets, cold kisses by graffiti walls and Vietnamese for dinner. We didnt eat a single German thing.

 Oliver and his ‘magväska’. It’s ‘practical’… Im so not convinced

 Dinner at the first japanese. We sure know how to behave in the company of others. I think this is the green ninja speaking.

 The Green Ninja!

 Chopstick art in the ceiling. In Berlin everything is art.

 Especially the wurst man

 The wall. Adequately depressing.

 Beautiful, albeit freezing, walk.

 Oliver taking photos. A specialty of mine.

 We tricked the system and looked at the animals from outside the Zoo. Win.

 Oliver’s tiny tea cup at Dos Palillos. Three hours of eating lay ahead of us.

Sexy pose. Notice the very deliberate fluff and camera strap framing the picture.