on food and identity
AKA Germany is delicious! Schwarzwald took good care of us this week! It was rather last-minute planning, since the Dutch and Belgian coasts were appealing too. The prospect of great German food and Twin Peaks scenery is what got me out of my coastal break comfort zone.
AKA the blog post where I cooked clams without giving ourselves food poisoning. Yeah, the day after I bought the clams, I saw that they were all wide open. I was worried that they had all died overnight in our fridge and that I’d wouldn’t be able to cook them for Sunday dinner.
AKA lazy writing after neglecting my blog for 2 months while I was out and about doing other things. I’ve been eating delicious food and drinking great wines all summer and haven’t gotten round to posting about them. So here is a big ass post with loads of food photos of my favourite summer eats so far: easy meals, fancy… Read More
The handsome and talented husband embarked on a sourdough bagel-making quest a while back. A man’s got to find something else to do on weekends aside from coding apps/VR and whisky tasting. Berlin winters, you know: the 2017 Formula 1 season hadn’t started yet and his sourdough starters were exploding out of the jars in the shelves of our fridge, despite regular… Read More
To me, personally, this is a post about loss and grief, though for everyone else, I want this to be a story about food and love. It’s been challenging to write. The emotional connection between food, love, death and survival runs deep. For most cultures, death and funeral rituals involve some kind of sharing a meal. There’s no better way to prove you’re alive, than by… Read More
Arriving at work on my birthday last week, I unexpectedly found this bottle of Monkey47 gin on my desk, with a handwritten note from Carsten. He is a member of my exclusive “in vino veritas/in Negroni veritas” club AKA drink-at-your-own-risk-while-I-get-inside-your-head-in-11-questions club. It’s endearing that he gifted me with this.
I’m rather averse to celebrating my own birthday with a crowd, even with good friends. In the six years we’ve lived in Berlin, I think I only celebrated my birthday with friends twice: once when the handsome-and-talented husband organised a surprise birthday party for me at home, and another when he twisted my arm to take friends out for a… Read More
