A saga from Carinthia tells us, that south of Spittal there is a mountain range,  the highest pint is Goldeck and where veins of gold are located. However, only very little has ever been found there. Every 100 years or so, on one of the most  sheer rock walls, a castle will show and a woman with a huge bunch of keys, leaning against one of the windows, will ask anyone who passes to come in. If he follows her, she shows him the vein of gold, and he can dig until he becomes rich.  One upon a time, the woman waved to a shepherd minding his sheep, but at that point, most his sheep were scattered along the mountain and he was worried they would get lost during his absence. He asked the waving woman to wait until he had gathered his herd and when he got back, the castle, the woman and her keys ha disappeared.

We cannot always have it all, eat the cake and still have it, can we? We don’t always choose the right direction, but as long as we weighed the consequences - we will be alright.

The smell of apple cake spreads through the house - gotta go!

So long - I choose to have some cake and I am fully aware where this apple cake will have an effect..on my hips

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