On my trips to Indonesia, my mother always packs me a care package of spices to bring back home to Berlin. These typically contain the lowest common denominator spices that form the many base of Indonesian cuisine like whole candlenut, cloves, cinnamon, nutmeg, tamarind, coriander, turmeric. All these things I can get in Berlin, only, you know, more intense in flavour, and occasionally she’d put in a surprise ingredient or two. Like ground chili paste. Or fermented shrimp paste (in an airtight bag naturally).
I love cooking for friends and I don’t know why I don’t do more of the things I love. Maybe I love too many things and forget old loves. In an effort to make up for the lack of dinner parties in 2017, the next few Saturday nights will be spent over drinks, dinner and dialogue with friends over at… Read More
I spent a couple nights between Christmas and New Year’s taking care of my inner introvert. This involves making myself an apéritif, followed by dinner, then sinking into the couch with a digestif and having a Wong Kar Wai retrospective; “Days of Being Wild”, “In the Mood for Love” and “2046”. The midnight noodle stall scenes in “In the Mood… Read More
Yes, I am still alive. Yes, I am eating well. Yes, I had a good winter break despite working for three days between Christmas and NYE and despite the handsome-and-talented husband being in Amsterdam with his parents on Dec 24-31. I had a very chill week, spent time with the ones I love and had most evenings to myself to… Read More
I wrote about Radwulf craft beer in my last blog post on Schwarzwald but we never got round to drinking them and having a proper tasting. The last few weeks have been mad, perhaps a bit more mad than usual, with weekends being the recovery time for our inner introverts. Drinking lots of beer just was not in our Sunday… Read More
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.