Last Sunday morning I wake up and heard the rolling thunder outside. Taking a look out of the window I decided that I would not leave the house to get some rolls from the bakery. The thunderstorm that was brewing outside turned the beginning day into night again. So I decided to spend the time in the kitchen preparing a dough for a plum cake instead.
My boyfriend has a firm belief how plum cake has to be. The crumb should be airy and soft and thickly covered with plums. During baking the juice of the plums should soak the crumb. And he likes not streusel, no cinnamon or sugar on the plums. To be honest, I am not a great fans of plum cake at all. If I could choose between another cake and plum cake, I would take the other cake for sure. But of course I bake a plum cake if my boyfriend asked me to. Continue reading
When I have some old sweet rolls I love to use them in the swabian variation of bread pudding. It is called “Ofenschlupfer” and consists traditional of sliced rolls and apples, soaked with eggs and milk, sprinkled with sugar and baked until golden. It is one of my favourite dishes of my childhood.


I have the feeling that autumn is already knocking timidly on my door. I knew that it is still august, in theory it is still midsummer, but after all the rainy days in the past weeks and with the fact that the days already started to get shorter I feel a little bit like autumn. Don’t understand me wrong, I cherish the change of season. It is like George de Santayana says: “To be interested in the changing seasons is . . . a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.” And I love the change from summer to autumn – maybe because I was born in this special atmosphere between theses seasons in September 29 years ago.
The bakery in the small village in which we spend our vacation in East Frisia offered little braids made of a slightly sweet dough. They taste great with jam or honey or as a sandwich with cheese.
Some years ago, when I discovered bread baking again after a longer periode of not-baking, one of the first breads I bake was the