100 (actually 105) readers on bloglovin'

when i started this blog, it was just for a couple (read: two) readers. namely: my mom and... well, me (so technically speaking only one reader, ahem). now, i have a small but very nice readership. one hundred one hundred and five (!) readers (somehow we skipped the hundred and went directly to 105) on bloglovin'! yay! thank you all so much for the love.

apart from fork and flower being my happy place and my creative play area, i also grew to like the influence it has on my friendships. a post rarely gets unnoticed or uncommented - either online or through other means. i got to know a bunch of kindred spirits who follow what i do and share their stories in return. like alexa. that girl is awesome! she doesn't know me but she reached out to me when she read this story. we're exchanging long emails now. she's so hilarious, you want to laugh and roll on the floor when you read it, quite literally. anyway, all the feedback, it's such a blessing! especially in a time like this, when i'm not always very enthusiastic about what the future might hold.

so, to every single one of you incognito or openly active readers out there: thank you all for the love, for giving something back and for supporting me in this endeavor. thank you for reading, for bearing with me, for holding on to me, for reaching out, for commenting my sometimes crazy thoughts, for laughing and crying with me. you take the good times and the bad times, that's what i call real friends! and aren't we a lucky bunch, eh? may we all have lots of stories to laugh our bums off about, many mouthwatering dishes to try, flirt desasters and general ups and downs of womanhood to share. here's to some more fun in 2013! and oh boy, it will be good.

ps: for those of you who've never used bloglovin'... it's the best tool, ever! i'm actually that: loving blog lovin' (chuckle). it's very simple to install. just click on the heart on right hand side of the blog. and you'll get to my bloglovin' site. simple!

xo scarlett

picture source: from a 'vintage' (because this word is used inflationarily anyway) post (actually last year)

roasted roots with feta

the thing i'm currently thinking about most: chocolate. might have to do with my current job (that also kept me going during the whole weekend). a 'chocolate job' - as we call it in switzerland - and quite literally so! to balance it out for you i'll tease you with a healthy portion of roasted roots. this was a main dish for me and a friend, but it would also be a nice side dish to, say, a lamb roast (i'm not really creative at the moment... it's all channeled into the chocolate... sorry guys). so i'll see you soon, when my sugar high is lower. until then... be nice! xo

roasted roots with feta

serves two as a main dish

ingredients:

5 heirloom carrots in odd colors (orange, purple, yellow)

3 salsify

2 parsley roots

2 parsnip

3 jerusalem artichokes

1 cup feta or other crumbly goat cheese

2 tbsp. olive oil

1 tbsp. ground cumin

maldon sea salt

freshly ground black pepper

directions:

preheat the oven to 220 degrees c / 400 degrees f. prepare the roots: wash and peel everything. to peel the salsify, best to wear disposable rubber gloves, as they can stain your skin. then slice everything into long, finger-thick sticks. toss with the olive oil and season with cumin, salt and pepper. place on a baking sheet lined with parchment paper. distribute evenly, so that the roots are not lying on to of each other. roast for 35 minutes, then remove from the oven and add the crumbled cheese. roast for another 5 minutes, until the roots are partially browned and crispy and the cheese is melted.

served with love

i'm always looking for new tableware; it's a real obsession (sadly, i don't have so much more room at home....). as my suppers will start soon (thank you all for the nice feedback, i'm overwhelmed...! i promise to provide you with news, asap), i welcomed this beautiful checkered jug (yes, in my favorite color, emerald) in my home. it was a thank you gift. but it's difficult not to say 'thank you' back, a thousand times, for this beautiful new addition to my home. now i'll be able to serve my guests water and tea with lots of love. 

raw jerusalem artichoke salad with lemon

when you're a keen vegetarian, you've probably heard of hiltl. it's one of the oldest restaurants in europe for vegetarian cuisine. it's really delicious vegetarian food, most of all. lots of indian and middle eastern creations, exotic spices, bold combinations. what i love most from their menu is the raw jerusalem artichoke salad. i've eaten it about 10 times only to find out what's inside. it tasted so complex and flavorful that i had a hard time imagining it was only olive oil, a little lemon juice, fleur de sel and salt... but turns out, it was exactly just that.

raw jerusalem artichoke salad with lemon

ingredients:

6 jerusalem artichokes, peeled

1 lemon, juice

1 tbsp. olive oil

1 handful parsley, chopped

1 tsp. fleur de sel

directions:

peel the jerusalem artichokes, slice diagonally into thin slices and drop them in a bowl of water with half of the lemon juice, to prevent from turning brown. chope the parsley. combine the jerusalem artichoke slices with the rest of the lemon juice, olive oil and fleur de sel. combine. garnish with the parsley.

happy weekend

that's what i'm planning to do, at least on saturday morning: breakfast in bed. a lavish one, with maybe a baked grapefruit, a fruit salad and a ginger-carrot-orange smoothie for energy. then i'll have to go work again (tough luck). but my spirits are high, nevertheless. it will be a really nice weekend, i can feel it. going for a good dinner tonight with my auntie, some proper japanese. and tomorrow i'm meeting my friend to go out, dance a little (only a little). i might also squeeze in a mani/pedi. ah, blissful weekends... 

happy weekend to you! 

xo

scarlett

picture source: dustjacket attic

devil may care (or my new me)

a few days ago, we spent a girls's night. and as always when we're super profound, a few things occured to me then. you know i'm blessed with girlfriends who are true goddesses (if you knew them, you'd know). they're super girls. they'd totally leave you open mouthed, no kidding. they juggle a career, a home, a family, a relationship, close friendships, an extensive social network, their personal fitness and health and a couple of pet projects - all at once. of course they also manage to look like polished foxes, all glossy and stylish. and yes, they're not even bitches (although we'd like to think they are); in fact they're incredibly sweet and smart, caring, devoted, driven and inspiring. in short: you honestly wouldn't find a thing about them that's not to love. they're always up to date about the goings on in the world. they get up at five in the morning - just because they want to do stuff (what stuff? i only want to sleep!). they are devoted to their sports regimen - and still find the time to care for others (i.e. the mess that is me). how do they do it all? i mean, there are only so many hours to the day! surely, that counts for everyone, even goddesses, right? and it doesn't even look like it's hard for them - no! because it isn't. life is just really a piece of cake for them (okay, it can be pretty intimidating...).

bottom line: if we weren't friends, i might hate those glossy girls' and their perfect lives' guts... (and we'd all know i'm just jealous...) - but you know what? i'm actually just really impressed, inspired and, well, grateful to be around such girls. i admire them, and i want them around me (because one day their fabulousness might rub off on me, bahaha). 

but here's the thing: i think i was striving for much too long to be perfect myself - when it's obvious i wasn't able to. and lately, a few things have kept me from achieving those grades of perfection and the standards i always set for myself. so, obviously, failure was imminent. it was lurking on the door step, harrharr. naturally, i failed, on the whole line, i mean (read on for more revelations... it's better than any trashy soap opera...). and somehow i know i should be terribly crushed about my failure - but then again...

when things started to get out of hand in the last few weeks - i'm talking an awful lot of work, a mean break up, parents moving out, bestie's wedding, birthday parties with lasagna for 20, new discovered desire to senselessly enjoy myself 24/7 (i've got high standards), party hard and get hangovers (always the classy one, me), not to mention my tendency to run into embarrassing flirtations (another story)... you get the picture (or else, read this for more insights) - i started to realise i don't actually really care that my life isn't perfect anymore (okay, i'm telling myself i don't care and one day i might start to believe it, more like). i've actually discovered i've got this pretty great ability to block out unwanted things (read: the. shit. - capital letters). okay, so it's tough to fail at things, to not be superduper all the time. it's hard to admit that i just don't manage to get my regimen done; so bye bye to that super tight ass and hard biceps (though i might never have had it in the first place, ahem). it's tough to accept the mess at home (you do not wish to see my exploding wardrobe...). and to realise that i'm (just sometimes) still - or again - a bloody teenager when it comes to love things (really? i thought that part was over...). i know, all that probably sums up nicely to enough material for a deep, thorough depression... right? and honestly, to know about all this failure would probably have killed me a year ago. my past me would have not taken it well, na-ah. i'd have sticked to my best friends; ben & jerry, only, for consolation. but here's the thing: my present me, miraculously, is coping.

here's what i learned (and today i'm going to share my wisdom with you, esclusively, so you might as well get your little notebooks and pens out and take notes): this devil may care attitute... it's so relieving, freeing and healing! to just not care and give a fuck about things that aren't perfect - it's proven to be such a good survival strategy (trust scarlett to find a nice excuse for everything). the fact that i obtained a laissez faire attitude, it has helped me a great deal to deter my mind and think about other things than the obvious worries at hand. it helps me to focus on the 'cans' instead of the 'musts'. i've acquired a certain sense of humour about life. what the heck, so i'm not perfect? so? the sun is still bloody shining, the world is still spinning on, the shops are still selling valentino, the glossy foxes still rule the bloody town. but also, no one else really cares if i'm a mess - at least not the ones who really love me. and what's most important: i don't really care. strangely, all the embarassing, uncontrolled, unpolished, unprofessional, unreasonable ad unsensible things about me help me to get along, to move on, to enjoy life and, even, to like myself more. i can't explain it, other than i suddenly feel i don't have to be perfect all the time. i don't care if i eat too much ice cream. i don't care if i skip yoga because i'd rather go for a drink. i don't care if i'm not out in the fresh air and sun, because i sleep in (with a big, fat hangover, yes indeed). my new me comes with a devil may care attitude and a healthy portion of humour about myself, and a lot of healing sarcasm. it feels so good and freeing! i can highly recommend it. so here's to all the wild things out there, who are less than perfect - but all the more fun to be with for it.  we're not perfect - but we're still pretty cool (or at least, we're definitely a-okay). let's be ourselves! let's embrace our flaws.

disclaimer: as always, i'm not taking the blame if you should so wish to follow through with my directions (which aren't really directions, mind, more like really fucked up views about the world...). i never said you should drink instead of do yoga, mind. and i never said you should forget your household chores and stay in bed all day. that's not the idea (although... it might sound tempting at times...). you understand what i'm saying, right? devil may or may not care, is what i'm saying. let's just never forget to celebrate our flaws. amen.

sleeping beauty

my latest secret weapon: estée lauder's advanced night repair. it fights the bad things in life in your sleep. i tell you, it's a miracle tool, good for your inside and your outside. and, you know, when you feel good from the outside you can improve your inside, too. i must say, some super exciting things are happening in my life... the supper club, for starts. truly tight friendships are being woven. some projects at work that keep me going. seems karma hasn't forgotten me, after all. it's still there, taking care of me. and i'm still there, fighting, with secret weapons. we must fight, and we must love the fight. 

basil flatbread

yesterday, i went to milano with two girlfriends for a shopping spree and lunch. it's only about 3 hours' drive from zurich, so not really a big distance. but... stepping out of our comfort zones and discovering something new helps us to stay inspired and motivated... and a little italianità goes a looong way... gee, the italians really know how to have a good time - and we sure didn't miss our chance to join in... grazie italia! impressions from our milan coming soon - as well as news about the supper club! *excited* stay tuned, friends.

basil flatbread 

adapted from martha stewart

ingredients:
2 cups flour
1 cup heavy cream
3 tbsp. cold butter
1 bunch basil, chopped
1 bunch basil, leaves
1 1/2 tsp. salt
1 tsp. sugar
maldon sea salt

1 egg white

directions:

preheat the oven to 200 degrees c / 375 degrees f. combine the flour, chopped basil, the 1 1/2 teaspoons salt and the sugar in a bowl. work in the butter with your hands, until the consistency resembles bread crumbs. with the mixer running, pour in the cream step by step, until dough forms. put on a lightly floured surface and work with the hands. cool for 30 minutes in the fridge. 

divide dough into 2 pieces. roll out dough on floured surface with a pin until very thin. transfer to a parchment paper lined baking sheet. press the basil leaves into the dough. brush with egg wash (egg white with water) and sprinkle with maldon sea salt. bake for about 12 minutes. let cool and divide with a pizza cutter into bite-sized crackers. serve with cheeses or with baked ricotta for a antipasto.

lentil salad with goat cheese

i haven't spent a proper night in in... forever. it's officially my first official tv night in in all of 2013. i ate a healthy get well soup (nothing pretty to look at) and started with 'wuthering heights' (honestly... what is this movie? cruel... i think i'll just stick to my book then... children's book. much better for the nerves...). anyway; i'm enjoying my lazy night in. tada! happy weekend. xo

lentil salad with goat cheese

ingredients:

2 cups lentils, rinsed

1 carrot, chopped

1 onion, chopped

3 garlic cloves

1 piece ginger, peeled

1 piece chili

1 cup coriander, half of it finely chopped

1 cup parsley, finely chopped

handful mint leaves, finely chopped

vegetable broth

fleur de sel

1/2 lemon, juice

2 tbsp. olive oil

2 slices goat cheese

3 slow-roasted tomatoes (follow this recipe)

directions:

fill a large saucepan with the lentils, onion, garlic, carrot, ginger, chili and half the coriander. bring to a boil and cook for 15 minutes. season with vegetable broth or salt (if you add the salt at the beginning the lentils won't get tender), and cook for a further 15 minutes. the lentils should not be completely cooked through but al-dente, so that they don't turn to mash right away. drain and rinse under cold water. remove all the seasoning vegetables and spices. 

preheat the oven to 220 degrees c / 325 f. place the goat cheese on a baking sheet lined with parchment paper. bake for 10 minutes until melted and golden. in the meantime add the lemon juice, olive oil and herbs to the lentils. season with fleur de sel. combine. arrange the lentils on a plate, carefully place the cheese in the middle and add some slow-roasted tomatoes. 

pity party verboten

let's talk about something that's usually not being addressed openly, shall we? it's been a while since my last more thoughtful exposing post, where i revealed 'things i'm afraid to tell you'. well, the list of my flaws is long... so long. but today i want to address another topic. namely the horrible monster called 'low self-esteem'...

there used to be a few periods in my life when i pitied myself, a lot... not because something really bad, life-changing or traumatic happened to me, mind you. i simply felt sorry for myself for various reasons. oh, yeah, there were a lot of really good reasons... 

for starts, i thought life in general was unfair. like, when everyone seemed to go abroad for an exchange term at uni - i felt sorry for myself for not being able to do the same, and for having to work for a living, instead (although actually, i managed to get really cool jobs all the time, and got there all by myself, and in the end it did bring me somewhere - but that didn't occur to me back then...). it didn't need a lot to convince myself i was inferior to everybody else. i felt i lagged behind in the looks department. because compared to me, everyone else clearly had shinier and fuller hair, brighter and straighter teeth, bigger boobs, fuller lips, skinnier limbs and better skin. everyone was better, wittier, smarter, funnier, xyz (fill in the blank). of course, that was, i reasoned, also why i didn't find love... because i simply wasn't good enough - and because everyone else could see it, too. i did have the odd date or boyfriend, mind you. and i had my fare share of fun with them (sometimes...when they weren't complete assholes...). but i never really found true love, although it used to be the single most important goal in in my life, to just find love. sure, once or twice i did fall in love, hard... but only to be thrown back after some time and end up being terribly heartbroken and lost. each heartbreak felt worse than the last. and naturally, insecure that i was, i was good at blaming me for everything.

so i ended up in a circle of self-pity and self-hatred. the more i pitied myself and everyone pitied me, the more i hated myself. sometimes, i cried myself to sleep for weeks. i grew lame with fear and sorrow about the future and blocked out all the love friends and family were trying to give me. in fact, i wanted them to be sorry for me, too. i wasn't really depressed in the medical way. but i sure was in a very dark place. and i had caused it myself... i brought myself down with my self-criticism. i wasn't nice to myself; no, in fact, i was my worst enemy.... i got out of this self-destructive phase after some time after i had cried and blamed myself enough. eventually, even i grew tired of pitying myself. it left me with no energy, wasted, empty and lonely. sadly, i never fought the problem at the root, because i didn't understand back then that i was the problem; that my low self-esteem was to blame, that only i was able to help myself out of this shit, and no one else. i didn't know i had to love myself, first, to improve my life.

at the beginning of this year, i've experienced a great deal of real, true sorrow... things in my family. and a break-up that feels more like a divorce. it all came at once, like a storm that washed over me and left me with the ruins of my life. and honestly, this time, i would have had enough reason to pity myself for good measure and to stay in bed until spring. this time, it really was either 'break' or 'move on'...

but i didn't break... i went out there and moved on with life. sure, i cried a bit a lot, and i shared my worries with my best friends. and then we cried a bit, together. at times i still feel lost and in despair, sure. but i changed something significantly this time: i didn't want to be pitied, and i didn't want to pity myself, either. it seemed to be the better coping strategy to just not think about all the shit that went wrong - and  to focus on the good things instead. i learned that to pity myself won't bring me anywhere. i learned that i have to pick myself up from the ground, over and over again, because no one else will or can do it. that only i can change my life, actively, and that i'm in charge of how i feel. i'm not perfect, i have a lot of flaws. but i'm lovable, i've got a lot of love to give, and i know will be happy again. i don't want anyone's pity! because it makes me feel sorry for myself. so i smile at myself in the mirror each morning - although i feel anything but it. so i go out for dinner with my lovely girlfriends - when the least thing i want to think about is food. so i stay up unreasonably late and dance the night away - although actually i feel like an alien because i haven't been to a club in what feels like ten years. i shave, i blow out my hair with extra care, i dress up, i get myself a really nice new moisturizer (god, a really expensive treat... you could fly to the maldives for that...) and smear it generously all over my face, neck and décolleté (haha, because i can). i smile for the sake of it. and with the smile comes the belief that everything will be fine. with the proactive, apparent fun activities comes the actual happiness. it crawls into my heart. and it gives me hope. 

i'm not questioning the bad things anymore. i accept them. i am willing to put up a fight, to not have an easy life. but i'm young(ish...), wild, and free. i can do whatever i want to do, without having to ask. i can pay for my own light bill and go on a holiday alone. i've got friends who care about me, and that's a pretty damn great achievement. hell, i probably get more love than other people who are in a relationship! not only am i moving on, but i'm enjoying every single thing in my new life without self-pity and sorry feelings. pity parties are yesterday, today is only intentional happiness. i prescribe it to myself. i've still got me, and that's pretty good for a start.

home made winter

i love winter and all, but i guess it can be exhausting, too... this massive, endless snow... morning after morning the world is dunked in a sugary white coating. and the repeating question 'what should i wear today? oh, not the chunkiest knit i have, again...'. honestly, i am longing for spring. 

the only reason though to hold on to the gloomy, cold, dreary winter weather is this cookbook by yvette van bower. it's called home made winter (how nice!). i only got it a couple of weeks ago. there are so many nice recipes in it -  arrrgh, and i've only been able to cook one dish out of it so far (a very tasty daube provençale, for that matter...). so uhm, okayyyy, here's the thing: could we hold on to winter for a little longer, say, four weeks? and then we'll skip the slush and move on to daffodils, daisies and birds singing in the trees? so that we can enjoy the kale, stews, sausages, daubes and pies while we can... stay safe and warm.

tea time for one

my two weeks in london last year, they inspired me so much. in terms of food, obviously. but also in terms of life, fun and love. my friend d, who took care of me while there, is a real sweetheart. the big city lifestyle she and her unique girlfriends are leading are so different to my little life here in zurich. i must say i was impressed by their independence, easiness, joie the vivre and openness for adventure. they are there for each other, in a city that's both beautiful and harsh and sometimes tough on you. they're living their personal sex and the city. 

once back in zurich, i wanted to relive some of the london glamour i experienced with d. so i made my own little tea time - just for me. some scones, obviously, clotted cream (hard to find in zurich), marmalade (still haven't figured out the difference between marmalade and jam... by the way) and earl grey tea with bergamot rock sugar (i'm crazy for that one). 

this is, by the way, only the best scones recipe you'll ever find. it's from fortnum & mason. almost as good as the ones we had there (i hope i'm not pushing my luck....). ps: this one is for ki, as i believe she's a fellow scones-for-breakfast lover. 

scones

recipe by fortnum & mason

ingredients:

85 g chilled and unsalted butter

250 g flour

1 tsp. baking powder

2 tbsp. sugar

150 ml buttermilk

1 egg

a little milk

clotted cream or crème double, raspberry jam, earl grey tea

directions:

preheat the oven to 220 degrees c / 425 degrees f. cover a baking tray with parchment paper. in a large bowl, rub the butter into the flour until the mixture resembles breadcrumbs. stir in the baking powder and sugar. in a separate bowl, stir together the buttermilk and egg, then make a well in the flour mixture and use a knife to stir all the ingredients together. tip out the dough onto a floured surface and lightly knead it together. roll it out to about 2.5cm thickness (note: it has to be much thicker than you think, as the scones won't rise significantly...). scoop out rounds (i used a glass, works perfectly), transfer to the baking tray and brush the tops with milk. bake for about 15 minutes until golden. cool until warm on a wire rack. serve immediately with clotted cream and jam. 

note on conservation: as i really grew to like scones as a breakfast on those fast nights, i started to make a batch and freeze it immediately while still fresh. all you need to do is heat them in the oven for about 4 minutes. ready! 

beetroot dip with za'atar & feta

beets are not (emphasize!) my favorite veg... they are not. hands down, i used to avoid them altogether, really, because they taste like mud (really healthy mud, to give them some credit). or a spoonful of proper, organic earth. bleugh! (note: sorry for the 'bleugh'... i know i shall not write 'bleugh' on a food blog... ahem. but i just didn't find that muddy taste very appealing, is all... sorry). from time to time though, i was forced (sounds a bit harsh... but it's probably true) to eat beets. mostly bland versions, you know, the kind with horseradish, that's meant to overpower the beetroot. still muddy to me. 

but i wouldn't be me if i didn't show sympathy with my fellow, uhm, vegs. so, of course, i gave it another chance (and then another...). and sometimes, i really liked beet (for example here or here). for all of you beet wanna-likers with a big heart for vegs like me... try this dip. it's not so much beet-ey (in a bad way...) as it is uplifting and fun. think of it as a pink hummus. see? never hurt anyone.

beetroot dip with za'atar and feta crumbs
adapted from yotam ottolenghi's cookbook 'jerusalem'

ingredients:
6 medium beets, trimmed
2 garlic cloves, minced
1 small red chile, seeded and minced
1 cup plain greek yogurt
3 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
1 1/2 tablespoons pure maple syrup
1 tablespoon za’ataar
salt (always fleur de sel)
2 tablespoons feta cheese, crumbled
more za'atar and sesame for decoration

directions:
preheat the oven to 220 degrees celsius / 350 degrees fahrenheit. put the beets in a small roasting pan and add 1/4 cup of water. cover with foil and bake for about 1 hour, until tender. let cool slightly, then peel the beets, cut into wedges and transfer to a food processor. add the garlic, chile and yogurt and pulse until well blended and creamy (note: a crumbly texture is not what you're looking for, so pulse, pulse, pulse...). add the olive oil, maple syrup and za’atar and puree some more. season with salt. scrape into a wide, shallow bowl and scatter with the feta crumbs and garnish with additional za'ataar and sesame. serve with warm flatbread bread.

addictive candied cranberries

the events of the last weeks, however stressful, strangely gave me a lot of energy... until now that is...

the last weekend included the most beautiful wedding with the most beautiful (from the inside and the outside) people i've ever been to. a wonderful feast of love, amazing food a chance or two to dance (and fall on your ass, as we were in the middle of a snowstorm in the mountains). anyway, i knew i just couldn't go on with the same speed for much longer. the end of my energy was looming over me like a fluffy cumulus cloud. and ta-di-fucking-dah: i sure came down with a cold (not a really bad one, but hello barry white voice!). and the sleeplessness that's been haunting me sure didn't help... the medicine? some love and some care, and lots of vitamin c! aye!

re. vitamin c (i love a good change of topic): i made this batch of cranberries a while ago, before christmas. we wanted to use the sweet and sour, refreshing little bombs of goodness as a decoration for our christmas desserts (or just to nibble on whenever, actually). but they were so good and so addictive.. i just couldn't stop nibbling... (ahem). and... well, to be frank, they might have ended up in drinks, too. but for a cranberry there could be worse scenarios than to bathe in an old fashion, together with some angostura and whiskey, surely? hicks. right. note: they did give the drinks a healthy kick, obviously.

addictive candied cranberries

ingredients:
2 cup sugar
2 cups water + 1 cup sugar for coating
2 cups cranberries, rinsed and picked over

directions:

first, make a simple syrup: combine the 2 cups sugar and water in a large saucepan and bring to a boil. cook for 10 minutes, until a part of the water is dissolved. remove from the heat and let cool for a moment. stir the cranberries in the syrup (careful, if the syrup is too hot they will crack open!). they need to soak overnight, and that's all you've got to do. when cool, cover with a lid and leave to candy (is that even a verb? it must be...) overnight in the fridge. the next day, strain (keep the syrup if you like, it's got a nice taste of cranberry *surprise*) and roll in the rest of the sugar to coat completely. 

enjoy as a snack, as a garnish for porridge (i tried it, it's heavenly) or pierce onto some skewers to use for drinks. options are limitless. your vitamin c household will thank you - your sugar levels... maybe not so much. but everyone knows sugar level is a bitch.

note on storage: i did find several sources saying that those candies will last for a few days, only. well, honestly, it's a surprise if they last longer in your house, in mine they sure didn't... but if you want to store them, make sure you cover them in enough sugar (maybe pour some over it) so that the sugar can soak up the excess humidity. store in an airtight container. i kept them in the fridge, but i rather think a cool, dry space would be better.