Meatballs carbonara, fried rice, scallops with brocolli, etc.

Hello everyone! Hope you’re all fine. Sharing with you some of the food we’ve been cooking this week. First one – meatballs carbonara. Ingredients: minced meat, tagliatelle, parsley, eggs, parmesan cheese. Boil the tagliatelle. Form meat balls out of the meat, add some bread and roll them in ground pepper. Mix the eggs, parmesan cheese and parsley. When the tagliatelle is al dente, take them out and add them to the fried meat balls. Add the rest of the ingredients. Serve with green salad and a nice bottle of white wine.

Fried rice with onions, tomatoes, ham and parsley

Scallops and broccoli in oyster sauce

King prawns with brocolli, carrots and mushrooms

Aubergine and tomatoes omelette

For: #ThreeThingsThursday – What made me smile this week…, Nurt Thurs – To What Are You Listening?

Sonnet 22 – When our two souls stand up erect and strong by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
Until the lengthening wings break into fire
At either curved point,—what bitter wrong
Can the earth do to us, that we should not long
Be here contented? Think. In mounting higher,
The angels would press on us and aspire
To drop some golden orb of perfect song
Into our deep, dear silence. Let us stay
Rather on earth, Beloved,—where the unfit
Contrarious moods of men recoil away
And isolate pure spirits, and permit
A place to stand and love in for a day,
With darkness and the death-hour rounding it.

For: Nurt Thurs – Little You

Since Thou Hast Given Me This Good Hope, O God by Robert Louis Stevenson

SINCE thou hast given me this good hope, O God,
That while my footsteps tread the flowery sod
And the great woods embower me, and white dawn
And purple even sweetly lead me on
From day to day, and night to night, O God,
My life shall no wise miss the light of love;
But ever climbing, climb above
Man’s one poor star, man’s supine lands,
Into the azure steadfastness of death,
My life shall no wise lack the light of love,
My hands not lack the loving touch of hands;
But day by day, while yet I draw my breath,
And day by day, unto my last of years,
I shall be one that has a perfect friend.
Her heart shall taste my laughter and my tears,
And her kind eyes shall lead me to the end.

For: Nurt Thurs – Look Forward

Weekly Smile – Last #weeklysmile

Hello everyone! I’m sorry to hear that this is our last ‘weeklysmile. It has been fun, reading and sharing all the smiles we have had. Thank you Trent for hosting 🙂

Anyway, smiling because HRH the son rang yesterday and he’s going to have an interview tomorrow. He’s been working as a volunteer for a couple of months and there was an opening, so he applied. Good luck, son!

Him Indoors is feeling better this morning. I am, too. We’re going to post our votes for the election later on. We won’t be here on the actual election day so we’re posting our votes. Our first time to vote since we’ve got our citizenship.

Have a great week everyone! Keep smiling!

For: Weekly Smile – Last #weeklysmile, #ThreeThingsThursday – What made me smile this week…, Nurt Thurs – Look Forward

#Bathwater

A Birthday Song. To S. G. by Sidney Lanier

To my brother, nephew and niece – Happy birthday!!!

For ever wave, for ever float and shine
Before my yearning eyes, oh! dream of mine
Wherein I dreamed that time was like a vine,

A creeping rose, that climb a height of dread
Out of the sea of Birth, all filled with dead,
Up to the brilliant cloud of Death o’erhead.

This vine bore many blossoms, which were years.
Their petals, red with joy, or bleached by tears,
Waved to and fro i’ the winds of hopes and fears.

Here all men clung, each hanging by his spray.
Anon, one dropped; his neighbour ‘gan to pray;
And so they clung and dropped and prayed, alway.

But I did mark one lately-opened bloom,
Wherefrom arose a visible perfume
That wrapped me in a cloud of dainty gloom.

And rose — an odor by a spirit haunted —
And drew me upward with a speed enchanted,
Swift floating, by wild sea or sky undaunted,

Straight through the cloud of death, where men are free.
I gained a height, and stayed and bent my knee.
Then glowed my cloud, and broke and unveiled thee.

“O flower-born and flower-souled!” I said,
“Be the year-bloom that breathed thee ever red,
Nor wither, yellow, down among the dead.

“May all that cling to sprays of time, like me,
Be sweetly wafted over sky and sea
By rose-breaths shrining maidens like to thee!”

Then while we sat upon the height afar
Came twilight, like a lover late from war,
With soft winds fluting to his evening star.

And the shy stars grew bold and scattered gold,
And chanting voices ancient secrets told,
And an acclaim of angels earthward rolled.

For: Nurt Thurs – Open to Blessings

Photo Blogging Challenge (August 2017): Summer

the River Isar – we spent most of our summers walking, cycling, swimming, having a picnic, meeting friends along the River Isar

our Austrian trip – stayed in a castle, walked a lot (the hills are alive…), swam, fine dining, being pampered in their spa

Lake Alster in Hamburg – sailing and relaxing right in the city centre

lovely flowers in our garden – dahlias, lavender, roses, bees, butterflies

Miniature Wunderland in Hamburg – the world’s largest model railway exhibition

So, what made you smile this week?

For: Photo Blogging Challenge (August 2017): Summer, #ThreeThingsThursday – What made me smile this week…, Weekly Smile 87 #weeklysmile, Nurt Thursday – Legacy

#Bathwater

Flowers and Horses – The Changing Seasons: August 2017

For: The Changing Seasons: August 2017, Nurt Thurs – Light from Within