ABOUT HOME AND A STRAWBERRY BISCUIT CAKE

Maybe it is because I am currently moving and I have to leave the appartement I was living in for the past 3 years and it is putting me a little in a kind of melancholic feeling. Moving it always does. But it is making me wonder about the meaning of “home”. What does it mean for me? I always thought that it was a special place, a house or appartement I was living in or grew up in. And maybe thats why I always end up being sad about goodbyes or leaving places. Although I know that I need this sometimes. A good kind of change. New fresh wind in the air and your soul.
They say that home is where the heart is. I certainly think that there is so much truth in it. And the more I think about it. The more I realizie that home is really that special place in your heart. A place for yourself, for loved ones, memories and places from the past. It can be everywhere, in everyone and everything. As much as I feel lost these days or even for the past few months. There is one particular special thing which is always giving me the feeling of home no matter where I am currently living. And that’s my dog Capper. As stupid as it may sound to you. But it’s true. No matter what live is giving me. I can always count on his unconditional love and faithfulness. So as long as I have him in my heart, I will be OK.
Nevertheless there will be forever those memories in us that connect us with our childhood and the place we were born in and grew up in. I spent my childhood in Trier. A small city in Germany. By the way the oldest of Germany. Although I have that feeling and restlessness inside of me. Trier surely has its beautiful places that I love to see frequently. The forest is one of them. As much as I love my other “home” Mallorca (that’s another topic and another blog post), the woods I always miss when I am there. That moody kind of forest. Quiet and peacful. Oh so much love for it. I could go on for hours talking about the beautiness of a forest. But I won’t.
As I mentioned before that memories can also mean a special kind of home for us. And what are those childhood memories without our mom’s traditional recieps? We all have these recipes that bring back all those sweet memories of childhood, don’t we? I certainly have. And this Strawberry biscuit cake is one of them. My mom used to make it when I was little during strawberry season. Always around Jund and July. I remember those Sundays. After spending the whole day outside enjoying every minute of a warm and sunny summer day. Coming home and eating a delicious piece of that homemade soft biscuit that was topped with sugared and glazed strawberries and whipped cream. If you think I will give you now that original recipe. I am sorry, but I won’t. What you’ll get from me is a healthier version. Well, it is made without granulated sugar, but with Agave syrup. Won’t make anything about the delicious taste. Promised. And instead of whipped cream I made a sweet Quark/yogurt topping with a lime and elderflower flavor. Of course I used strawberries from the local farmer which are so good. Always have to support locals as much as possible.