Strawberry Festival

I went to the strawberry festival today with a plan to get few kilograms of strawberries. Turned out that the festival prices were not for me, so I left without strawberries. For 4 euros per kilo you could buy either Polish strawberries or half rotten local ones. For even mildly presentable berries the price started by 5 EUR per kilo.

Few months ago LaMuu opened their ice cream shop in Telliskivi. I looked at all the choices there today and felt that I wanted to try everything. Well, everything but the bacon one. So I asked if I can get one scoop with two flavours. Nope. They were however ready to put two scoops into that tiny waffle. I chose raspberry-prosecco sorbet, but will still be loyal customer by Gelato Ladies, where it's possible to combine the flavours.

Anyway, I managed to bring home a mango ice cream and big box of nonfestivalstrawberries and made half a liter mango-strawberry ice cream shake.

Since the fruit and veggie department in Prisma still looks like they're only getting leftovers, I walked to Selver the other day. The water melons are better there anyway. I bought a seedless watermelon. See the picture...

The other night while having few beers with Evelin on a terrace, I just can't understand - everyone is wearing short sleeves, little dresses (well, women that is, I only saw one guy wearing dress) and Gaili is zipping her fur lined hoodie. Uniqlo hoodie btw, totally unreplacable in this climate. Uniqlo should start paying me some influencer commission.

Fashion Blogger

It can well be that the time to wear ballerinas is about to be over for the season, but that doesn't mean I can't share socks recommendation for ballerinas. Especially considering that those socks are not available in Estonia. You know, those tiny and mostly lace socks, that one wears when she doesn't want to put bare feet into shoes but with a regular sock you'd look like German tourist. Well, those socks I used to buy in Estonia back in the times, were usually crumpled in my shoes before I reached downstairs and two days later the toes were greeting through the lace. But then I bought a three-pack of those half-socks in Uniqlo and I have to admit, I've never been wearing anything more comfortable in my ballerinas. They have a little pad under sole and rubber dots at the edge that keep the socks where they belong. And you don't have to look for them somewhere in the shoes. Additionally they make wearing the shoes so soft like you'd be walking barefoot. Just without feeling all the little rocks under feet.

Last week I noticed such a furor in Tallinn city centre that I didn't even manage to get my phone to share all of that with you. So, just please use your imagination. We were sitting on the terrace of Trühvel, when a well fed girl walked through. She was either wearing such micro shorts that half of the butt was uncovered or walking around in strings. Since she was wearing a jacket that reached her butt, it was difficult to tell, what if anything was she wearing under it.

Tallinn in June

Food diary

Already two weeks I've been thinking that I should write here something, because checking the statistics in Blogger, it tells me that there are still few loyal readers left. What do you do in this blog, abandoned for weeks, will probably remain an unsolved mystery for me.

So I thought of uploading the morning views, I have been taking since first of march this year. But as you can see on the pictures, not much variety there either.

My Click & Grow that I switched on at Easter, has become considerable allotment garden. Already now I can pick some tomatoes (three out of six are red) from my book shelf and soon hopefully also some wild berries (three blossoms!). So, for the last two weeks every day I've been going to the store tomorrow to get some soil and plant the basil in some less innovative pot and fill the clicking hole with cilantro or chili. As you can see from the picture, tomorrow is not here yet. But that day will dawn and take my gardening to the next dimension. Luunja and Laheotsa farms, be prepared!

Kika asked few weeks ago, if I'd like to write down everything I eat during a week. No problem, I thought, how long can it take to write down those three things, I thought I eat. I was under the illusion that I eat like a catwalk model during her career peak and my bathroom scale is just broken and shows me numbers suitable for Peppa the Pig, not Kate Moss. After the first week, it was clear that local and neighbouring countries' candy and chocolate factories are still in business only thanks to my contribution. Starting day 3 I didn't even bother writing down each sweet and wrote as amount just "a lot". During the second week I crossed off all sweets with added sugar and am eating only below the cross now. Still haven't brought the scale to repair.