Menu: Switzerland

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"Who doesn't honor the Rappen isn't worth the Franken" Swiss Proverb I'm not one to pass up a penny on the ground. If I were in Switzerland, I suppose I'd pick up a Rappen with the same thrifty care as any penny on our soil (Rappen are like Swiss Pennies). Apparently, I'm not alone. Enough Swiss people feel the same way, that they came up with the proverb at the top of this post: "Who doesn't honor the Rappen isn't worth the Franken" (100 Rappen make up a Franken). But this proverb isn't … [Read more...]

About the food of Switzerland

Maps and flag of Switzerland, plus photo of the Mudac Museum for Contemporary Applied Arts in Lausanne. All courtesy of the CIA World Factbook.

The thing I remember most about Switzerland was skiing in the Alps. I remember, because I came ridiculously close to dying. I was a novice, skiing on a slope at least one level beyond my own . It was late afternoon and the snow that had melted slightly in the warm noonday sun had now begun to refreeze and harden. Suddenly, my skis caught in the ice and I could no longer get them to behave. Instead of turning with the rest of the skiers, I continued straight, towards a beautiful overlook. … [Read more...]

Monday Meal Review: Sweden

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httpv://youtu.be/vA264c-Utoo "Det är skönare lyss till den sträng som brast än att aldrig spänna en båge." "It is fairer to listen to the string that broke than to never strain a bow." Verner von Heidenstam (Swedish Poet & Novelist) I slumped into my chair, put my head on my arms, and groaned. I'd spent hours making the Swedish princess cake, only to find out that the marzipan was too thin. Not only could I see the cake through the spring green coating, the marzipan began to … [Read more...]

Recipe: Swedish Meatballs

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I never thought I'd say it but here goes: "I've spent the large majority of my adulthood pining over meatballs." Not just any meatballs, but Swedish meatballs. We used to eat them for lunch at my small high school in Luxembourg. On those days, I made sure to bring enough money to buy two portions. The bellyache was worth it. When made perfectly, Swedish Meatballs are tender, but do not fall apart, thanks to the perfect balance of breadcrumbs and cream. After a brisk sizzle and shake in … [Read more...]

Recipe: Swedish Princess Cake | Prinsesstårta

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They say this spring green dome from the 1930's made with layers of sponge cake, raspberry jam, custard, and whipped cream is DIFFICULT. Everyone says so, in fact, except for the Swedes. Curious, right? I finally figured out why: Swedish folk have great recipes and three quarters of a century's worth of tips and tricks up their sleeves. Like, ahem, pre-rolled marzipan and boxed custard. I even saw one Swedish video which used prepacked cake, already sliced in thirds. "We all start out as … [Read more...]

Menu: Sweden

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"Att våga är att tappa fotfästet en stund, att inte våga är att förlora sig själv." "To dare is to lose your foothold for a moment, to not dare is to lose yourself." (Strom, 1981)* Oh, this week. This beautiful week of Swedish cooking. As with all the "big hitter" countries, I entered this week with trepidation. It wasn't because of the entree. I knew I'd make Swedish meatballs from the moment I began this Adventure. No, the main reason I was a bundle of nerves had everything to do … [Read more...]

About the Food of Sweden

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While I haven't been to Sweden, I have dated a Swede. And that just might be everything, ever. At least, when it comes to Swedish food. The one thing about dating a genuine Swede, is that you might begin to think you're in Sweden for the duration of the relationship; their national pride and is that strong. Especially if he still lives with his mother.   And why not? This is a stunning land, full of thick, verdant forests, airy, breathtaking mountains, and the crunch of … [Read more...]

Monday Meal Review: Spain

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httpv://youtu.be/GhewyOidN8w The more I need to laugh, the more I hole myself up in solitude. Does that make me an introvert? This week I holed up... major. I watched my paella turn canary yellow while my husband and daughter played in the yard. The trees were budding. The birds were singing. But I stood in my windowless kitchen. I stared into the paella as it plumped up. I wondered if I could drink in the steam coming off the rice, and whether or not it would conjure up the most honest sort … [Read more...]