Food, cooking, eating
Another Friday, another Asian food feast! This week we bundled in to the Yodler, my 85 Tercel, and headed down Jackson before settling on Thanh Vi, a Vietnamese place in the strip mall on the northwest corner of 12th and Jackson. Bill is a pretty serious vegetarian, the conscious kind who doesn’t eat meat for …
I don’t know enough about Vietnamese food to know what I want, or even what I like, when confronted with the menu. I’ve eaten plenty of it, but that doesn’t help because, uncultured slob that I am, I just can’t remember the names of things. I order by animal or vegetable and leave it at …
Every two weeks or so a farmer drives up in his truck. He rings the doorbell and shouts in the entry of the house: Apples! Pears! Dried fruit! Pumpkinseed oil! I stick my head out and tell him I’ll be right out to get some juice. It’s one euro for a liter of organic apple …
Christmas eve Cream of leek soup with toasted brown bread croutons Warm rolls right out of the oven Beet salad with horseradish dressing Green salad with pumpkin seed oil dressing Deviled eggs with anchovies Paper thin slices of ham with rosemary Smoked saibling (lake trout?) from the Grundlsee Tomato and garlic bruchetta spread Brie, blue …
Most Saturday mornings, my husband Julius gets up early and runs into town to the bakery. He goes to buy kipferl, the crescent shape rolls that Austrians insist are the predecessor to the croissant. (This should not be confused with a vanillekipferl, which is a ground-nut-and-butter shortbread crescent shaped cookie.) Kipferl come with and without …
My reputation as a cook, which I’ve done nothing to export beyond the US borders, ensured that I was recruited as the baker’s assistant long before I arrived here for the winter. This is why I spent the better part of the day dusted with flour while baking Scheehaubenkeks and Linzer Augen in Josefa’s kitchen. …