It’s been more than a year since the last post. Well, I have my reasons. I have been baking my most extraordinary dish : as they say I had a bun in the oven. Not to brag, but it turned out to be my most exquisite achievement.
No recipe to share for this one.
Also, we moved, changed country, changed jobs.
We’re now in the big apple. What’s that name if not a call for baking ?
So, no recipe for my little bun, just a few words for this post: I plan on being back. Note the nuance, a few months ago I would have dared to write “I’m back !”. Now I’m just going with the flow, and I intend to make the most of my little monkey’s naptimes.
I have to say I’m looking forward to this day when we’ll bake together. For now, I’ve just started the basic initiation : how to pick the right books…
We have just smuggled in a gastronomic treasure from our week-end in Lille.
After two days of fine food ( Welsch, Carbonnade, roasted chicken… among others… ) and a Sunday morning on the local market, chances were high that we would succumb, and treat ourselves with some delicacy shopping.
We even got scolded for not being educated enough on some cheese features, turns out one can be rather elitist in the cheese business! Don’t dare asking for Trou du Cru in this fine cheese-maker shop… It can be found in supermarkets !
We ended buying a selection of all sorts… and flavours. And there is now a likelihood that cheese will appear on the list of prohibited items to be brought in a Eurostar. We could tell enjoying its complex smell is not a given… It requires a connoisseur’s nose.
Apologies to our neighbours!
From our side, past the smelly journey, it was the perfect Abendbrot for a cosy Sunday evening after a great week-end !
Bottom line: a nice dinner might not require a lot of cooking, sourcing from the best will as well do the trick !
Did I fall in a coma and wake up 3 months later ?
Pubs are already advertising to book our Christmas Party! Worst than global warming, even local trade starts to tamper with seasons.
Thanks god there is still a long way to go before Winter settles in and we start eating soups and wear mittens.
It is still warm and sunny out there and I do intend to enjoy Indian summer. To make my point, I’ll go a bite extreme this time : we are packed, and ready to go. Final destination, where the sun shines without a doubt, for a last slice of summer: Africa !
Last moves in the kitchen aimed at optimising the remaining supplies
1. Freeze remaining beetroot in a last attempt to save a bite of September for when we are back.
2. Prepare ammunitions for the long trip ahead of us : homemade sourdough bread for little sandwiches, and imported marzipan to please our sweet tooth.
Liebe Marie! Dein neues Abenteuer startet bald!! Am Montag geht es los – oder? Ich drücke Dir ganz fest die Daumen und wünsche Dir viel Erfolg, tolle Kollegen, kurze Arbeitstage und viele tolle neue Erfahrungen!! Du machst das bestimmt super! Ich bin gespannt, was Du erzählen wirst!
Willing to embrace the English culture and its history, we spent this sunny Sunday in Hampton Court.
To be fully honest, the pique-nique by the water and lazing in the sun kept us busy in the first place. Then strolling in the castle, was done in a rather easy going way.
Bottom line, we will certainly fail any test inquiring about the Tudords, the Stuart, or any other branch of the monarchy… but we grasped the atmosphere of the place and that’s worth any history lesson.
Now, the lazy, yet guilty, part of me is wondering if watching the Tudors (series) could be considered a suitable palliative for our historical ignorance…
Main point of interest for the foodistas : the castle boasts the largest vine in the world ! My French soul remains unfortunately doubtful that they can get the best wine of the world out of it…
Take-aways : having seen armees of mince pies in the impressive kitchens of the King, I have decided to try one myself in the coming days.
At least, for this one, I will know what is in there when I eat it.
Funny enough we will be leaving Hamburg on the day of its Hafengeburtstag. The boats, parading and blowing their impressive horns in the harbour, make the perfect final greeting of the city. Call it French pretentiousness !
Gott sei dank!
This goodbye gift is one of a kind, as my colleague, its creator, is. Having now my own blog, the departure tastes of an exciting adventure.
I can only hope that in my hands, this blog can live up to the high standards set by its first chapters.
To grasp the legendary sense of humour and wit of our new English fellows, Pimm’s will certainly help !
Making this handover complete cannot go without paying tribute to the little bird who brought this page to life.
2 years sitting in front of each other on a daily basis – 2nd Floor- Hellgrungweg 100.
Here is the list (non exhaustive) of what I owe you :
– a new Pilates body – I did certainly exceed the 30 hours, hence visible results are to be seen if we believe Mr Pilates’ statement
– a customised map with your favorite routes (1 blue and 1 pink) to discover Berlin
– a vivid memory of the German Feinschmecker Essen bei der Tierquartenquelle. Memory which I share with my sister and parents. Believe it or not, the climax was reached with the dessert.
– a taste for road trips, since you kept teasing me with your bully tours around Europe
– a renewed appetite for jogging, along the Elbe, or the Thames
– countless Teepausen and lunch in the cantine where you were kind enough to share your Frischkäse
– an attentive ear no matter what I felt like telling
– a blog ….