Almost six months later, and not a word from me. It’s not because I don’t cook anymore, believe me, I do. I just haven’t had the time I need. There are too many things happening.
New situations and circumstances means new thought and ideas. However I’ve noticed lately that it also means rediscovery of things forgotten. It’s so easy to forget one self in another person or a situation, and sometimes a big and unexpected upheaval is needed to rediscover something in yourself, things large and small. I’ve rediscovered pesto. In the home I almost live now, and where I’ll soon be living in for real, there’s a lot of pesto going around at the moment. Often the classic pesto with fresh basil, parmesan cheese, olive oil and pine nuts.
The feeling of summer has finally arrived. Yesterday I went to a concert at Henie Onstad (a museum) and listened to Jaga Jazzist with two of my friends. Thea and I have seen them three times within one year, they are magical. Especially dancing in the dark, but also yesterday, in the summer heat. After the concert we sat down on some rocks right by the edge of the water, looked at the ocean, changed into swimming suits and jumped in. There is something very special about the sea. Floating around, one’s whole body being in something. To bathe in the sea is an own kind of calm and delight.
