me, i'm mie. actually it's mette-marie but most people call me mie, and that's fine. i'm a coffee buyer, blogger and a norwegian. i broke up with my previous blog and most of my life in norway, and started this one when i lived in san francisco - thus, the name. but, like my friend says: "there will be other san franciscos". this is the story about those places.
i’m home. so home. i came back last sunday to a collision of bills, magazines and junk mail, pouring out of the mailbox. stale coffee beans in the kitchen, smelly sink. in between tons of work (most days trying to fit two of them into one), i have been baking and cooking. gained about ten pounds in ten days. drinking wine and all my favorite cocktails: negroni, hanky pankies and boulevardiers - some while leaning over the bar at pourhouse to tell my favorite bartenders all about nothing. it is good to be home. it is strangely enough nice to know i’m about to leave again in a few days.
successes in the kitchen of my new home includes: valentine’s day cookies - heart shaped sugar cookies with pink frosting. a soup from heaven with vegetables and chicken. soft boiled eggs on fresh baked bread. fennel and citrus salad. chicken cacciatora with two bay-leaves too many. truth is: i have an electrical stove now, and it is making me re-learn everything from making oatmeal in the morning to braising meat. old dog learning new tricks, there’s a saying about that, but i don’t remember it.