I've just read another Icelandic novel by Arnaldur Indridason: Arctic Chill. This novel contains fascinating insights into the island's culture and attitudes towards racial difference and suicide.
Top notch.
Today I felt like my body was in a different atmosphere from my mind, which happens quite a lot lately. I was brought out of my spring torpor by a lovely slice of lemon meringue pie, much appreciated. The strong black tea and a matcha latte were also part of the chemical lift.
I made kale pesto with sunflower seeds instead of nuts: kale wilted with garlic, sprinkled with lime juice and salt whizzed in the food processor with toasted sunflower seeds. Simples! Served on whole wheat spaghetti.
Two sleeps until Blim Market!
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