Picture 1: A coffee mill bought at Mauer Markt in Prenzlauerberg in Berlin from a lady specializing in buying, separating, sharpening, and putting coffee mills back together again. Isn't it pretty?
Picture 2: Rasmus and I travelled in Japan last summer and bought all kinds of strange, stupid, and useless things back home: a book with 101 vegetable faces (it's surprising how many actually look like me); a cheap sake bought from a kiosk (we were drawn to it because we saw a japanese chef drink it with his back toward us, facing the wall, before he rushed inside the restaurant again); a helping hand for those of us, who hate getting our fingers greasy when we eat chips (the box had three sales points: 1: no greasy fingers 2: no greasy table due to the holder underneath 3: no crushed chips, since it doesn't close tight around the chip, but just holds on to it).
Picture 3: A salt bowl with a very tiny spoon. My mother gave it to me, I think it used to belong to my great grandmother. I'm a bit clumsy, so there is often more salt on the table before I reach the plate, but it's good practise.
Ps. Sundays are perfect for watching Sound of Music or, alternatively, listen to one of my favourite recordings of
My Favorite Things from the album After Hours.
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