It's not about changing the Calendar but Commitment;
It's not about changing the Actions but Attitude;
It's not about changing the Fruit but Faith, Force, and Focus!
May you Commit and Create the best New Year ever!
Cordially yours,
isabella
Cordially yours,
isabella
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“That’s what winter is: an exercise in remembering
how to still yourself then how to come
pliantly back to life again.”
— Ali Smith
Ich wünsche euch allen einen besinnlichen 3. Advent!
isabella
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Marzipan is known almost everywhere but obviously its preparation changes based on the country it is made in. For example in the United Kingdom, it is used to make fruit cakes and it is called marzipan, in South America and Spain, it takes the name of marzapan and it is a traditional sweet of Christmas time, even if sometimes almonds can be replaced by pine nuts or peanuts.
In Germany and Norway marzipan is used to make Glücksschwein that is a lucky marzipan charm with the shape of a pig, a traditional gift for New Year.
Lübeck’s Marzipan
Speaking of Germany, the beautiful medieval city Lübeck, it’s known as the homeland of marzipan. Here you can taste this most delicious and famous sweet, made since 1800 by the Niederegger family. Niederegger is a symbol of quality, its marzipan is soft, tasty and not too sweet. Unlike other recipes, German marzipan and specifically the Niederegger’s one, it’s made with rose water that softens the dough and makes its flavor less strong.
Niederegger‘s marzipan shop is situated in Breite Strasse 89, with a marvelous museum at the second floor where visitors can enter for free and dive in the interesting and sweet history of this delight.
Fängt es im Winter zu schneien an,
so schneit es nichts als Marzipan,
Rosinen auch und Mandel.
Und wer sie gerne knabbern mag,
der hat 'nen guten Handel.
— Joachim Ringelnatz, 1883 - 1934
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Ich wünsche Euch eine wunderschöne, harmonische Adventszeit.
herzlichst Isabella
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