Fresh out of the oven: Kanilsnúðar!
They’re a little small, I think I need to make double quantities next time! Or, roll the dough thicker and make fewer.
I followed this recipe. The Hjartasalt really does puff them up nicely!
Fresh out of the oven: Kanilsnúðar!
They’re a little small, I think I need to make double quantities next time! Or, roll the dough thicker and make fewer.
I followed this recipe. The Hjartasalt really does puff them up nicely!
@benwerd I learnt a little more about Iðnó — it’s currently a culture house with performance space and a restaraunt, but it used to be the place where craftsmen were trained. The name is pronounced ith-ner, and is shortened form of “craftsmanship”.
Hama bead success! @briansuda is hiding a huge grin of delight. Many hours went into this project:
Playing with trying to show bus timetable intervals:
Where the number at the top is the (contrived) bus number, the numbers in pale yellow are the hours between which the bus operates and the numbers in stronger yellow are the intervals at which the bus visits the station. An attempt to improve on the original (not pictured).
@benwerd it’s a restaurant in the middle of town — no idea what the name actually means, I’ll ask an Icelander http://www.idno.is/english.html
The D isn’t actually a D, nor is it pronounced like one. It’s an Eth.
Checked into Gullfoss, Iceland.
#todo: photos + location in the same note. Currently photos are email upload only. Other possibillity is to derive location data from EXIF metadata
Spotted the Game of Spiky Chairs filming crew @ Þingvellir /cc Brennan Novak
Checked into a Grayline bus for the late evening golden circle tour — doing the touristy thing for once with the #family
Went whale watching, saw several dolphins, two minke whales, a load of puffins and several thousand unexpected jellyfish.
Comic highlight when the announcer tried to give us a sense of just how big blue whales can be…
“Imagine a basketball court, with a blue whale in. That basketball game… would be over”
Ah, a happy end to rather a traumatic night. And the moral of the story? Trust maths over Icelandic bus drivers.
A couple of days ago we (Vísar) went on a little trip up to Borgarnes for a meeting. Hopefully the journey details should be attached to this note, and I’ll get them displaying below.
This has got to be the creepiest photo of me ever taken:
Thanks a lot, hakkavelin ;)
Putting up bunting at Vísar with @briansuda
Sitting hacking in Stofan, Reykjavik. They seem to be playing a jazz version of Douce Dame Jolie #thisisiceland