bring it on

Summer is here and it is glorious. Days in a row of 35 degree temperatures, swimming in the sea and the pool, sticky weather that demands gin & tonics, watermelon and barbecues in the park. Northern Europe has been going through a heat wave for the past few weeks, and while the temperatures can't compare with what the east coast of the US has been coping with it has still been pretty damn hot. There is no air conditioning here, not at work nor at home, so days of constant 35 degrees add up. But when the heat means skirts and sandals, train trips to the beach, fun with (young) old friends in Amsterdam, and more summer produce than I know what to do with, I am one happy chicken.

I meant to make a list of things I wanted to do this summer, but summer arrived before I had a chance. We have already had a birthday barbecue in our neighborhood park, rented a Strandkorb on the Baltic (so silly and yet so practical), eaten basil spaghetti, slept with only a sheet and had some quality balcony sitting. There is yet more to come - a weekend on a North Sea island, hopefully another train trip to the beach, peaches and apricots and baby artichokes, tomatoes tomatoes tomatoes, and maybe a trip to Berlin. Last but not least will be vacation in the US to see family and friends and enjoy the tail end of the east coast summer. Corn on the cob, I'm coming for you.

Cherry season has been going for a few weeks now, and my absolute favorite thing to do with cherries is make clafoutis. Any kind of cherries (or really, any other fruit) will be delicious, but I think the best are dark red sweet cherries. Here they are called Knubberkirschen and there are countless varieties, but they are generally similar to Bing cherries. (Knubber somehow refers to the fact that they are kind of crunchy and meaty.) The best part is, there is no need to pit them, you're supposed to just spit out the pits as you eat. I've made this twice in the past week and somehow I don't think I'll be stopping any time soon. As long as I can say knubberkirschen and clafoutis, all is right (if slightly linguistically confused) in the world.


Cherry Clafoutis
(adapted slightly from this ceres & bacchus recipe, via smitten kitchen)

I like to make this in an oval ceramic dish, but a high-sided pyrex dish or pie plate also works well.

2 heaping c (12 oz, 360 g) sweet cherries, rinsed and drained
3 eggs
1/2 c (3 3/4 oz, 108 g) sugar
1/2 c butter (4 oz, 113 g), melted and cooled
1 c (4.5 oz, 130 g) flour
1/4 tsp salt
1 c milk (whole or low fat are fine - with that much butter skim would probably also work)
1/2 tsp. vanilla extract
1 tbsp kirsch (or rum)

Preheat the oven to 400 F. Grease the baking dish well with butter and add the cherries, distributing them evenly over the bottom of the dish. In a large bowl, whisk together the sugar and eggs until they are well mixed and lighten a bit in color. Gradually whisk in the butter, then add the flour all at once, along with the salt. Whisk until the mixture is smooth and thick (not lumpy). Add the milk a little at a time, whisking well to incorporate. (The mixture should be smooth and thin, like crepe or pancake batter.) Add the vanilla and kirsch and whisk to fully incorporate.

Pour the batter over the cherries in the baking dish (the fruit will move around a bit - no problem)and place the dish in the oven. Bake for 30-40 minutes until quite brown, puffy around the sides and set in the center. (I normally check with a sharp knife - it should come out fairly clean.) Cool on a wire rack for at least 15 minutes before serving, but it is also great at room temperature. It is just as good the next day for breakfast or cut into little one-cherry cubes for a snack. Really.

Serves 4 (with a little leftover for breakfast)

home improvement

While I have been rather quiet here things have been happening. Specifically, things around the apartment. Zoli has been putting his carpentry skills to good use in order to improve our kitchen and the results are quite fabulous.

First he made us a pot rack, which made me inordinately happy. (This was back in February. I'm a little behind.)


Then we got our act together and made a decision about how to add some eating space in the kitchen. One long wall was bare except for the heater - wasted space unless you counted the top of the (safely turned off) heater, which served as a very narrow shelf. We had been talking about getting/making/building something since we moved in and after much bickering and disagreement about how it should be done this is the final result.

Zoli took the bus to the lumber store for the very large, very heavy piece of wood, I took the bus to Ikea (in a snow storm! Highly recommended) for the legs. Zoli got to make measurements and saw some stuff and make a mess, I got to melt beeswax and walnut oil together for the finish and make a mess.


We both got to use the drill. All in all it was an excellent compromise. We even found some stools without too much difficulty - so now I can sit in the kitchen in the morning and eat breakfast, looking out at our suddenly-green courtyard. It really is finally spring.

Hamburg on ice

It has been snowing here like nobody's business - I saw online somewhere that it has essentially been snowing for six weeks and I believe it. The sidewalks are now covered with weeks of accumulated snow, snow that partially melted and then refroze as dirty slush, the grit used as traction on the sidewalk, and more snow. If you looked at a cross section it would be like some kind of sedimentary rock formation except colder.

The big excitement here is that the Alster, the lake in the center of Hamburg, is frozen solid enough to walk on - which apparently half of the city has been doing at the weekend. The ice isn't quite thick enough for the Alstereisvergnügen, the festival on the frozen lake that happened in 1996, but the sheer possibility of it is all anyone has been talking about. I haven't actually gotten over to that part of town to see the lake, but we woke up last weekend to about six inches of fresh snow and took a walk around our white, white neighborhood. There is a canal that we walk along quite frequently, and it was frozen - enough to walk on it, which we of course had to do along with other folks from our neighborhood, some of whom were (unsucessfully) trying to ice skate.


The Elbe is also frozen again, and again Zoli and I took the ferry to check out the ice, along with the half of Hamburg that wasn't walking on the frozen Alster.

No sun this time (that has been in short supply lately, it's been snowing too much), but enough ice to make docking at the ferry stops a multi-try operation and waiting for the ferry a multi-shiver one. Thankfully the cold and the grey are somehow ameliorated by swimming in a toasty-warm outdooor pool with snowflakes falling on your head.

Not only is it shiver-in-your-underheated-office season, it is also Berliner and Heißwecken season. Berliners are probably familiar to you, the good old jelly doughnut, though depending on where you are in Germany they aren't always called Berliners. In some areas they are called Krapfen and (ironically) in Berlin they are called Pfannkuchen - particularly confusing because in many parts of Germany Pfannkuchen means pancake. (There was a very spirited discussion at lunch one day between people who use the word Pfannkuchen to refer to completely different things.) I have to say that I was never a fan until I ate the Berliners here. They fall firmly in the category of sweets you will only find between Christmas and Lent (also eaten for New Year's apparently), and when you find a good one, well my goodness. My favorite at the moment is filled with Apfelmus (essentially apple sauce), in part because at our local (fantastic!) bakery they are coated in both regular sugar and powdered sugar, so you make an unholy mess eating them. (Don't do it on the U-bahn, you'll regret it. As will your neighbor.) But also the apple filling just fits - it feels wintery and comforting, but also has enough of a tang to let you know that spring is on it's way.


Heißwecken on the other hand say no such thing. They're more of a wallow-in-winter deal, a sweet roll studded with raisins, almost like stollen in texture, split in half, filled with whipped cream and dusted with powdered sugar. There is often a little dot of cranberry compote underneath all that cream, but that too says winter. Heißwecken are a Northern German treat, something I had never heard of before I came here. They seem to be related to the Swedish semla and are really only here until Fat Tuesday, and if you've done your duty by eating a Heißwecken every day leading up to it, it will indeed be a Fat Tuesday.

Sliding through

I really love snow. Even though I don't get snow days anymore it is still a thrill to wake up to falling snow. We have had quite a bit of it recently, by Hamburg standards anyway. It was beautiful and white and never mind that the shoveling was spotty and the steps up to work treacherous. It was snow!


Today it melted. Not entirely, but enough that the un-shoveled sidewalks are either sheets of ice with water on top or four inches of dirty slush. Slush that is most definitely not snow. So to console myself, and those of you also having uncooperative weather, here are some photos from where the light was nice and there was no slush to be found, except in the form of granita.

walking and eating

Venice is not one of those places I always wanted to visit. I knew very little about it except that it is Historically Important, you can get the itty bitty clams from the Adriatic that are unlike any other clams anywhere (thank you, Marcella Hazan) and, well, canals. So while I was excited to visit I really didn't know what to expect.


Despite warnings, I didn't prepare myself for giant crowds of tourists in teeny tiny alleyways. I also didn't prepare for getting utterly lost on the way from the bus station to my hotel, which was about as much of a straight shot as one gets in Venice. I blame the tour group in front of me. I was heading the same way as they were, but everyone said "Don't follow the tourists! Get lost!" So I did exactly that, to the nth degree. I went the exact opposite way that I should have, was off of my map for the first half an hour and only very, very belatedly realized what I had done. On the upside, I got a rather nice tour of some of the outer neighborhoods of Venice before coming to the monster crowds at the Rialto Bridge. And at least I only had a backpack for luggage.


Despite that rather rocky navigational start, walking around the city was mostly really pleasant. Our hotel was in San Polo, very close to the Frari church and within easy walking distance of just about everything. And we did what we generally do on vacation - ate, walked, saw some art (the Biennalle, actually, which was fun), walked some more and then ate. To the walking and eating we added vaporettos and traghettos (1 euro ferry gondolas, my favorite) and some high-quality people watching.


Much of our time was spent figuring out where we would have our next meal. Normally when we go on vacation we have a PLAN, both in terms of restaurants and specific things to eat. For whatever reason that wasn't as much the case this time and we did a fair amount of random restaurant seeking that devolved into being hungry and crabby. Basically, we are indecisive. We keep walking and looking and then we don't eat lunch because we never find a place that looks just right. And then we get cranky. It's not pretty.


But despite all of that, Venice was...fabulous. We found fantastic gelato, a few lovely restaurants and even some unfiltered Prosecco for an afternoon drink. (I also found the most vicious and enormous mosquitoes I have ever encountered.) Mostly though we just relaxed and enjoyed being in the same place.


And now I would love to go back. I would plan it differently this time (stay in an apartment instead of a hotel, make time to swim, bathe in DEET before sitting beside a canal to eat an espresso granita con panna) but there was so much we did not get to see, and so many foods we weren't able to try. Next time.

Let's start in New York

I was having a hard time writing about my recent trip - maybe because it was so long, or it had so many parts. Or maybe because I became immediately busy and sick after getting home. But I actually think it was that I had to wait to get my film developed to see most of the photos I took. Zoli took the digital camera with him to Taiwan and Italy and I had my manual SLR, so while I took a few digital photos, most of the photos that I really thought about and wanted to see were on the four rolls of film sitting on the dining room table waiting to be developed.


Since that is finally done and the negatives were scanned by the lovely people at the photo lab we will start where I started, in New York. I visited my sister for a few days before my conference and aside from some good eating we also did some exploring on the weekend. We took the subway (obligingly rerouted over the river instead of under) to visit the Brooklyn Flea in Fort Greene. I haven't been to many neighborhoods in Brooklyn, but I liked Fort Greene - the Flea, the farmer's market, the park - it was more peaceful than New York normally is, and really, how can you not like a neighborhood with tomatoes like this?


We also visited the Highline, along with every other person visiting New York that day*, despite the rain. And it was lovely - the weather was too hässlich for any burlesque shows or exhibitionism, but it was fun to see the old railroad tracks in some places, and the views of Jersey City in others.


From New York I bussed to Boston and then to Woods Hole, which is a lovely place any time to have a conference.

Conference summary: Parasites are bad but really interesting, and we're trying to do shit to stop them. Also, lobster is tasty.


On to Medford to see the baby, hang with my other sister, see my mom and practice being a good aunt. I learned two lessons. 1. Nephews are fascinating. I spent most of my time staring at him and I wish I was still there doing the same thing. 2. Babies are a lot of work. My sister and her husband are doing a fabulous job and basically taking it all in stride, it's quite impressive. And it was nice to be able to just hang out, go for walks, observe the Medford wildlife and help out, if only for a few days.


It's funny, despite living on the other side of the country from most of my family for many years, somehow since we've been living in Germany the distance feels larger. I was always sad to leave them when I was living in Seattle, but I guess I didn't feel like I was missing anything. But now I know I'm missing a lot and photos, adorable as they are, don't make up for it.

Up next: Venice

*I was somewhat overwhelmed by all the people in New York - or rather, all the conversations I was unable to block out because they were in English. Though I can understand many German conversations now, it is still quite easy to disengage and not listen since it requires extra concentration and effort to understand. I am out of practice blocking out English conversations, however, and I was listening to EVERYTHING.

Year 2, Day 12

If this summer was a whirlwind, September was a tornado. But a generous tornado, the kind that knocks you around a little but doesn't actually cause much damage except some jet lag and one suitcase casualty. And one that takes you to Venice on vacation.

We both spent most of September traveling for conferences in different hemispheres and then for vacation together in Italy. Zoli had the more exotic conference locations (Taiwan then Venice) - my conference in Woods Hole wasn't quite as sexy, except that I got to spend a week in Boston cuddling my nephew. (I'd take him over Taiwan any day.) We were gone for over three weeks - the conferences were interesting and exhausting the way conferences are and our vacation in Italy was lovely, but man is it nice to be home! (We both had conferences close to Hamburg last week as well - who made September and October conference season?)

All that conferencing and traveling is finally finished, just in time for Zoli to leave for five weeks for his annual RAPID cruise. I can't say I'm really prepared, but compared to this time last year this cruise will be a piece of cake. We've been in Hamburg for over a year, rather than just weeks; I have a job and more than enough to keep me busy; I can speak and understand so much more than at this time last year; and I've made friends so I won't be quite as lonely. His boat is supposed to have internet this year, so we may actually be able to Skype while he's gone instead of just email for five weeks (fingers crossed).

While we were on vacation we started our second year living in Hamburg, which is somehow unbelievable . So much has happened and yet it went so fast. We forgot on the actual moving anniversary, but the following evening we had a fantastic meal to end our vacation and somehow remembered that we were on Year 2, Day 2. Appropriately enough we sat next to some Germans and talked with them auf Deutsch until late into the evening. Year 2, I think I'm ready.