Yes, I have made 2 sets of macroons. Yellow ones with mango taste and pinkish of raspberry. I have also green shells of macroons ready, these will be pistachio taste. I just haven’t had time to make the cream filling. I also made pavlovas base, the merengue that you put some nice cream and mad amount of various berries on top. My cafe is famous for the macroons and pavlovas. People come from other end of the country for them, eat on spot and take few to go. So I try to have official opening of cafe on this Saturday, 1st of June. Maybe will do a little TikTok live from the day too. 

I was not very happy the other day as I discovered thiefs had been there and broke into my house some time between Tuesday and Thursday. My neighbour told me he noticed just that one door was partially open. But as there was no movement otherwise he did not pay much attention. Now, that’s totally ok, but I have another bit of this story. So I went to my cottage to clean up and make the cafe part tidy and ready, set the building tools, garden stuff etc away. I figured I shall enjoy some alone time (as if there is any other time ) and stay for night. I can only stay for night at summer as there is no heating yet. I have stayed at winter too but that requires at least 1 litre of rum and I have become a tad weak in this field over the past few years. You know, drinking alone is frowned upon among “decent” people. What I am saying I have no interest in being alone in -20C house where snow is as high as myself and nightcratures strolling around, and me being drunk. It’s just not worth the pills in the morning. And I am hilarious without alcohol, so not really essential.

So what happened that day. I arrive. I immediately see open door. It is old barn door type of thing that is closed from inside with two hooks. First tought was that someone is inside, maybe sleeping. You know, someone on the journey to some place. I park my car and actually enter from that open door because I know other doors are not possible to exit from as they are locked with proper locks. I enter and run my eyes over the first room, then second. I notice some of my tools are at the door. Leafblower, professional hoover, some saws, which all are usually neatly on their shelves or in their places. Anyways, I see all my stuff is intact, even coffee machine, the one that is barely alive, and the glamping tents that are on the second floor with some more tools like table saw, trimmer, full set of tyres. But I know they have now investigated all the belongings because I see the stuff has been moved. Just mere 2 centimetres, but I see these things. I have always seen even slightes changes like that. Vase on the table was moved 3 centimetres to left. I know, I am nuts. In a nice way. So they have found all tools, they know the access, they will be back.

I close the door they have opened. Take my stuff and go behind the house to do the gardening bits that have been on the list for the last month or so. I clean gigant pots for tomatoe plants, I dig out my rowan in the pot that is waiting to be planted, and also one oak that I found in forest last summer when picking mushrooms. I did not think it would survive, but here we go, it has nice set of strong leaves! Then I fed the stray cats that come when they hear me coming. I bought them some nice food, for kittens. These kitten ones seem to be more nutritious and tasty and I know for sure one of the cats has kittens, so she needs some more energy to get around. Then I was fighting with the stupid robot lawnmower that can’t get into the charging position into its depot. Back and forth, telling me “low battery” and then it says “finished” and it goes out to work again! But it’s empty!!! I really want to beat the crap out of it, push force stop, put back into depot, wait, damn, it goes again. Damn!!! It’s fucking 15 kilos of sharp blades and I am really having it. The fuck is wrong with it again!?!! So, as the italian magic lawn mower robot is literally behaving like idiot I just unplug this sod and!!! Yes! Bring out my good ol’ Husqvarna lawn mower. The one you take out for a walk they say. No, it’s the one you have to push ’til you lose conciousness. It was +30C, which means 86F. I was livid, burning, pushing the mower and fighting with horseflies and mosquitos. Whatta day. Only pleasure.

After full day of lovely bliss I finally figured how to seal the fucking barndoor. I took two boards that I have plenty as I am still building the sauna and the house. Took some 3 inches screws and boarded the door from inside. And no, I don’t really care these doors are 200+ years old. I bet nobody will notice anything “new” on their surface. So, after done that I was sweating like pig and went to garden to pour some water on me. Yes, I still have only hose water from the lake. Freezing cold. As I was wearing bikini there was not much hassle. I calmed down, laying in the sun, wet. I figured after all those fights it’s time to eat that mozzarella salad that I took with me for dinner. I did not even desire beer after being greeted with open doors. This is unusual for me, especially in heat and especially when I stay for the night. Anyways, heading for the front of the house now and what do I see!?! Car pulling an empty trailer wiggling into my front yard!!! With a guy from passanger seat giving instructions in russian and then seeing me shouting to the driver: “oh, let’s go, there is someone here!” Jumps into the car and off they go. 

So the next 3 hours I spent moving all my valuables, building tools mainly, to a different locked shed. Slept in sauna, not happy. Some animals were galloping on the terrace so loud all night long I think I did not sleep more than an hour max. 

More about my adventures next time. It’s again night time now and I gotta get some sleep!

stay tuned!

PS I have a pan.

XOXOX