… zwei Gulden und sechsunddreißig Kreuzer …

. … Da nimm einen leeren Sack, denn du wirst was heimtragen. Da nimm meinen Stecken, denn es ist viel Schnee, und da nimm eine Laterne, denn der Pfad ist schlecht und die Stege sind vereist. Du mußt hinabgehen nach Langenwang … … Überall in den Häusern wurde gemetzgert, gebacken, gebraten, gekellert; ich beneidete die Leute nicht; ichContinue reading “… zwei Gulden und sechsunddreißig Kreuzer …”

He’s the little boy that Santa Claus forgot

. . This is a re-blog of a previous rant of mine. I just thought it appropriate since I was making Weihnachtsstollen just a couple of days ago. For me this is the beginning of the end of the year, and beginning of the festive season. .   He’s the little boy that Santa Claus forgot,Continue reading “He’s the little boy that Santa Claus forgot”

honeycomb, flakiness and ‘au beurre’

. . Fresh and flakey on the outside, a slightly chewy honeycomb texture on the inside … it tastes of toasted buttery caramelisation, tangy undertones of Normandy milk, the sweet richness of cultivated yeasts and long fermentation. Buttery streaks on your fingers, tiny, and sometimes not-so-tiny shards of golden-brown flakes of crust on your shirt …Continue reading “honeycomb, flakiness and ‘au beurre’”

getting the monk drunk …

. My version of Besoffener Kapuziner … Walnut-Apple pudding, soaked in lightly spiced and sweetened Muskadet Wine, served with vanilla ice cream and a brandy sauce . Back home in Austria, especially in Vienna, we like to blame, or credit, the Kapuziner Monks for a range of alcoholic delights. Not least the Kapuziner Kaffee, which ultimately becameContinue reading “getting the monk drunk …”

the crescent for christmas

. … it is Viennese, and that’s that ….  . There is nothing that says Christmas more than a this little crescent-shaped cookie called Vanillekipferl. It is the star of any and every household’s cooking repertoire. It is the pride of every self-respecting wife, mother, grandmother, and sometimes even husband, father, and I am notContinue reading “the crescent for christmas”

A ‘Kipferl’ … it was …

. The Kipferl, ancestor of the croissant, has been documented in Austria going back at least as far as the 13th century, in various shapes. The Kipferl can be made plain or with nut or other fillings (some consider the rugelach a form of Kipferl). The “birth” of the croissant itself – that is, its adaptationContinue reading “A ‘Kipferl’ … it was …”

or to permit the production of the opium poppy

. § 3 of The Opium Poppy Control Act states It shall be unlawful for any person who is not the holder of a license authorizing him to produce the opium poppy, duly issued to him by the Secretary of the Treasury in accordance with the provisions of this Act, to produce the opium poppy,Continue reading “or to permit the production of the opium poppy”

the little boy that santa claus forgot

. He’s the little boy that Santa Claus forgot, And goodness knows, he didn’t want a lot. He sent a note to Santa For some soldiers and a drum, It broke his little heart  When he found Santa hadn’t come. In the street he envies all those lucky boys, Then wanders home to last year’sContinue reading “the little boy that santa claus forgot”

But, for my own part, it was Greek to me

. But, for my own part, it was Greek to me William Shakespeare, The Life and Death of Julies Caesar (Act I, Scene II) . A massive outdoor 1916 production of “Julius Caesar” in Beachwood Canyon to celebrate William Shakespeare’s 300th birthday. It was during a search for an “old” recipe that would use ricotta, that’s when IContinue reading “But, for my own part, it was Greek to me”

vienna calling

. It has been almost 30 years since I left Vienna. I lived in many a interesting place. But … I am a Chef, a Chef Patissier, and people do not understand that somebody does not want to live in Vienna, especially if you COME FROM THERE. Don’t understand me wrong. I am quite happyContinue reading “vienna calling”