Baking: Homemade vanilla sauce

1,5 dl double cream
1,5 dl milk
2 table spoons sugar

3 egg yolks
1 tea spoon vanilla sugar
2 dl double cream

Give the milk and the cream a quick boil. Let cool off for a while (paint your nails Goth black or try out all your shoes meanwhile).

Mix the egg yolks with the sugar (I'll use the whites for tomorrow's lemon and marengue pie). Slowly pour it into the milk+cream as you stir.

Back to the heat.
Carefully heat up the mixture while stiring gently without boiling it. When it is quite thick - remove!
Since I assume your Goth I will put up a warning: Don't put your hand on the hot stove, just turn it off.
Let cool.

After half an hour time an hour when it's cool you'll pour in the vanilla powder.

Lightly whip the 2 dl of double cream and gently stir into the vanilla mixture.
Ta-daa! A perfect homemade vanilla sauce with not too much sugar, but still deadly good with an applepie (or a rhubarb pie as I'm making).

And to make it Goth use real vanilla sugar to get the black dots in it. Always try to incorporate Goth where you can!

Bread is in the oven

I just spent 2:07 hours on the phone with my best friend L. I'm always so happy to talk to her, she's so funny!

We talked a bit about how women can do so many things at the same time and remembered when our kids were babies and how we talked on the phone as we changed dipers, wiped bums, made dinner, breast feed our kids, unpacked the dishwasher and did our make up, all during the phone call.

And still I do like a thousand things during our conversations;
baked the dough to two lovely breads that's in the oven right now,

made the base for the home made vanilla sauce, did the mix for the homemade lemonade, did some make up, packed the dishwasher and had an apple :)

I'm Mega Woman!

I'm baking Goth bread ;)

I'm starting the day with baking some bread.
My lovely grandpa (and mum+ husband) are coming for dinner tonight so I thought I'd serve some fresh bread with the dinner.
Not Montignac though, but almost.
I'll share the recipe later when I present the wonderfully professional loafs *hopefully*

If I burn them I'll just present them as Goth loafs.

Perfect grandchild

My grandpa Harry is lovely, and as a child he and my grandmother Birgit were my best friends.

I remember them being a bit disappointed with me when I presented my new look at the age of 12.
For their generation it was synonymous with drug addicts and angry kids and they we're afraid I was going bad. They didn't treat me different though.
But I proved them wrong and they stopped to worry about my looks and realized I still was the same.
But I know they both liked my little un-maked face the way it was and missed to see that every once in a while.

My grandpa always said it was a phase... every year until I was 35 I think. Then he gave me a hug and a serious look as he told me he realized it probably isn't. How cute!

Last time I meet him he was even cuter.
It's so sweet how he spends time thinking about this!
He said that he thought about it a lot and came to the conclusion that I am this times "swing-pjatt" as he was. He was the Goth if the 30-40's he said.
He told me he was super extreme in his teen/twenties in that era according to what his elderly thought at the time.
The "swing-pjatt" had pants as wide so it hide the feet, preferably in Tweed pattern. I'll ask him more about this at dinner tonight.

Well, drifting from the subject a bit; because I wanna make him happy I will print out the picture above so he's got a picture of the Ann-Sophie that lives in a parallel universe. The Ann-Sophie I could have been if not my inner self had another view of beautiful.