playing with apfelmus and runny yoghurt, making patterns on the plate.

experimenting with hand shadows in the low afternoon sun, finding that a simple flex produces the illusion of a complex flip.

we milled the flour with an electric grinder, whole rice coming out smelling sweet white powder.

a giant mountain of gallettes de sarrasin (buckwheat crepes), i could have kept cooking them forever.

dancing on wet grass and sliding in dirt, taking impulses from tiny raindrops on skin, listening and making decisions of which drops to react to.

brunch that lasts an hour or two with many jars of things in the sunshine and then a late night cook up of improvising collaborative delight.

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