I saw this plate in Cancale, France a few years ago, when I was visiting the north o Brittany with some friends. I guess, for some people this would be a feast.
There are many receipts available for baking the special Christmas or Advent cookies. Every region has some specific specialities, while others are (nowadays) generally known in the whole country.
Have a great Advent time!
Here we have a German saying: someone is simply picking the raisins. Such a guy is called a raisin-picker. What does this mean?
Raisins are dried grapes and often used as an ingredient for baking cakes, torte or bread or while cooking food. Despite, they don’t have much liquid left after the drying process, they taste great. They are soft and sweet. Most people like them. But, because of the way they are produced, they are quite expensive and thus a valuable ingredient.
So, when we say, someone is picking the raisins, he or she is taking a lot of something good and does not leave enough for the others. In this context the ‘good’ not necessarily needs to be food. It could also be public holidays inside the vacation time. Or, when it comes to pay for a round, one always pay only the cheap drinks and leaves the expensive drinks to be paid by the others. Or doing the easy work while leaving the hard work to be done by the others. I guess, you got the idea.
Do you have a similar saying? Leave me a note in the comments.
This little guy is picking a raisin out from a Dresdner Christstollen (or shorter Dresdener Stollen), a typical German sweet, spiced bread. It’s made with a lot of butter, sugar, raisins, candied orange peel, candied citron peel, nuts, almonds, mild, rum and a lot more. Although, it’s known and made in many more parts of Germany, the Stollen from Dresden is best know.
Here we are in Brittany again. At the beach of the picturesque town of Cancale you can find this small square with some booths. They are selling oysters here. Right in front of the coast you can find oyster banks set up by fishermen to breed oysters and harvest them more easily. When enlarging the image you can see some of the banks in the water. The beach right next to this square ist covered over and over with oyster shells. I guess, thousands of generations of oyster shells are laying here, thrown away by the people who bought and eat them. It’s an interesting sound when walking over them.
You’re wondering about the title of this post? 🙂 At low tide I’m standing on the ground of the sea in Brittany and pointing my camera upwards. On this rock (and similar to the other rocks around) you can see many, many common or blue mussels. They are eatable. Therefore they are i.e. cooked in white wine.