Ziemniaki z miętą + Co zrobić ze starym ziemniakiem? + Link-up party u Natalii

Cześć Kochani! Jak Wam mija dzień? U mnie za oknem chłodek i do tego wieje wiatr. Pogoda jest zdecydowanie mało wyjściowa. Przyjemnie pisze się do Was z ciepłego kącika w sypialni.


Widzieliście niedawno, jak słoneczko przez szybę łapie Panna Miau, a teraz pora na słonecznego ziemniaczka:)


Leżał taki samotny, pomarszczony, nieszczęśliwy. Nie chciałam  pana  ziemniaka wyrzucać i postanowiłam go zasadzić:)
Obecnie rośnie sobie przy oknie, w doniczce zrobionej z puszki i cieszy moje oczy:) Z malutkiego ziemniaczka zamienia się w wybujałą roślinę.


Okazuje się, że zwykły ziemniak w doniczce nawet niewielkich rozmiarów może bez trudu się zaaklimatyzować:)


Jak Wam się podoba taka zielona dekoracja?:)) Czy próbowaliście sadzić ziemniaka dla ozdoby? Dla mnie to całkowity eksperyment i muszę Wam powiedzieć, że jestem zadowolona.


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Ostatnio nie tylko oddaję się ziemniaczanemu hobby, ale również udało mi się napisać, krótki tekst na pisarskie link-up party u Natalii. Inspiracja przyszła do mnie tego samego wieczora, którego dowiedziałam się o linkowaniu i historia napisała się praktycznie sama. Nic nie zmieniałam, nie poprawiałam i postanowiłam pokazać tak, jak jest:) Majowa fraza to: 'I opened my eyes. It was pitch dark around me.' Jeśli ktoś z Was miałby ochotę dołączyć do zabawy, to jest już fraza na czerwiec:)

- The Little Man -

The day was with no doubt too hot to leave the house. The Little Man wiggled his toes in his slippers and scratched his wrinkled forehead. It was time for breakfast and a cuckoo clock mercilessly ticked and ticked and ticked.The Little Man had got up from his big soft sofa and waddled to the kitchen throwing an annoyed glimpse at the cuckoo clock. He had planned to go shopping today but the heat outside was so discouraging. He decided to please his stomach with a nice hard boiled egg and a drop of whisky. He grabbed the egg and slammed the door of an empty fridge. The fridge moaned and so did the old door of an old cupboard as the man was reaching for his whisky. 'Just a drop won't kill me'- he whispered to himself and took an appreciable sip out of the bottle still holding the egg in his hand which was becoming more and more sweaty. Suddenly the egg became extremely slippery and fell down on the tiled floor making a yellow splash.
'Damn. What will I eat now?'- The Little Man decided to calm down with another sip or two and carefully bypassing the egg went back to his living room which was also his bedroom and for some time now also a closet and a very messy one. There were pieces of clothing scattered all over the carpet.
It's been four months and eleven days since the black old fashion jacket took a very unglamorous pose on the chair back support. Matching pair of trousers was lurking shyly under the table drained with smelly cat pee and so was the previously white shirt still having a tie wrapped around it.
The cat was no longer present. Maybe it just run away looking for a better place to live. The Little Man wish to do the same but there was no better place for him. Not anymore. The rooms grew bigger, the corridor leading to the front door seemed to be unbearably long to conquer. The Little Man moved his hand across the coarse upholstery of the sofa. He used to like the patchwork blanket but now it seemed so irrelevant. No comfort can cover the feeling of emptiness, can it? Maybe it can but he just didn't know what to do with all the memories bumping inside his head. They were there to make him suffer. The whisky did not really help even though there was no more left in the bottle.
The Little Man has not always been so little. He started getting smaller four months and six days ago when the clock cuckoo happily declared six in the morning. That day for the first time he woke up all alone. He opened his eyes and it was pitch dark around him and in the bed there was noone to turn to or away, for that matter. Since that day the bed stopped being a bed and the darkness was always around even during the daylight.
For four months and six days The Little Man wants to disappear and the hump on his back grows bigger his arms grow longer and his legs get weak. Only his eyes sparkle up when he reaches to the top drawer of his nightstand. There is a photo in a brass frame hidden there deep under the bundle of handkerchiefs glass down. The Little Man caresses the curvy edges of the frame and that's when the sparkles come and then get carried away by tears down to the floor where they soak into the striped rug and stop to exist.

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Ziemniaki nie tylko ładnie rosną, ale i dobrze smakują:) Na koniec przygotowałam dla Was szybki przepis na ziemniaki z miętą i jajkiem.

SKŁADNIKI:
- jajka ugotowane na twardo
- ugotowane w osolonej wodzie ziemniaki (wystudzone)
- cebulka pokrojona w cieniutkie talarki
- posiekanie liście mięty
- tłusta śmietana ( u mnie 30%)
- czosnek, pieprz, ostra papryka

Ziemniaki kroimy w sporą kostkę i wrzucamy do miski. Dodajemy parę łyżek śmietany, cebulę, miętę, czosnek, pieprz i ostrą paprykę. Wszystko razem delikatnie mieszamy i wykładamy na talerz.
Jajka kroimy w cząstki i układamy na talerzu obok ziemniaków.

Takie wiosenne, miętowe ziemniaczki z jajkiem jem na zimno i są naprawdę pyszne.

Przygotowanie jest szybkie, a składniki kosztują niewiele. Same plusy:)

Polecam Wam to danie. A może już robicie coś podobnego?







 Przesyłam Wam uściski i pozytywne wibracje:) Miłego dnia:)

PEACE