Come to think about it I'm not even sure if you have names-days over there?
Anyway, the Fruntimmersveckan is all about celebration. And reasons to celebrate.
Apart from all those common names – most of the even more common as second names – there are so many reasons to celebrate in this particular week in July.
First of all we are all on vacation. People that work in the end of July are either very young or have strange occupations (doctor's and such).
Then there is the rain. This week is they say is the rainest one in July. This year it's very true. The rain gets so boring that even if we don't have any reasons to celebrate we make some up. There is always a ded mother-in-law or cousin's grandmother or something that was called Margareta. Or Kristina. Or Johanna.
And most important for the Ladies week: this is the week of the year when the berries have there absolute peak. The red currants are challenging the wild strawberries. The blueberries are comming along fine and then there are the black and white currants, the gooseberries and even some blackberries. And the raspberries, the queen of berries, are tasting perfectly poetic, sweet, romantic…
I guess you see the picture.
Plenty of time and reasons to bake sponge cakes, fill them with wipped cream and berries and plenty of time to eat all these tartes aux fruits de bois.
Not so plenty of time for running.
Or – when you decide to run there is all of a sudden A. a delicious cake served and B. the rain is pouring down and C. the heavy weather makes you crazy about sugar.
We also had a very special reason to celebrate in our family: our sweet little curly L that we all love so much turned 2 years and this is the cake I baked her. Wish I could turn the picture right…
As she wished she also had olives and couscous. And fell asleep in my knee during the party. It's my party and I can sleep if I want to…
WORKOUT: We've been playing soccer a lot with the kids, I've been swimming (in pool and sea) and ran 6 heavy k one day. Also lost a run, but found it again.
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