About Mieka Strawhorn

I'm a writer and podcaster living in my hometown of Berkeley, California.

Nesting

Wow, what a busy couple of weeks we’ve had! Last weekend I was off on a British adventure (separate post on that to come) but the weekend before that Tyler and I spent getting our new apartment in livable shape. That Friday our shipment from the US arrived; 30 boxes big and small. We didn’t ship any furniture so the bulk of it was clothes, housewares and pictures. I was most excited for all my kitchen things to arrive. We had been living with one small pot, a paring knife and plastic plates and forks since we left our temporary apartment the last week of August.

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My preciouses waiting to be sorted and put away!

I have been cooking up a storm ever since my goodies came! I found a store that sells Mexican food items (dried chilies, beans, masa harina, tortillas, hot sauce etc.). Last night we had enchiladas with homemade enchilada sauce. We’ve also had chicken tacos, black bean soup and chili. They don’t even sell dried beans in most of the stores here so this store has been a godsend. Mexican food is the closest to a taste of home we’ve had so far.

On Saturday we finally got it together to go and buy a real bed. We’ve been sleeping on the Ikea pull-out we bought (which, if you’re planning on visiting you’ll be happy to hear, is quite comfortable) but it was time for an upgrade. Our new bed will arrive in about 2 weeks. There are two notable weirdnesses about the beds here the first being the sizes. Swiss bed sizes are unique so none of our linens from home will fit. The other thing is they are obsessed with jersey sheets! I hate jersey sheets! If I wanted to sleep on a giant tee-shirt I’d wear a giant tee-shirt to bed! It has been nearly impossible to find nice quality cotton sheets here. And since the sizes are weird, I can’t just order some from the US or buy them in a different country when I’m visiting. Anyhow, talk about first world problems but seriously, my kingdom for a high thread count cotton sheet in Swiss bed size!

We spent all day Sunday getting those giant wardrobes erected. We now just have to get the shelves and drawers sorted and we’ll have someplace to put all the stuff we just got shipped! Tyler and I also bought a couple of new furniture pieces at our favorite thrift store (Brockenhause) to go with our fabulous red couch. We got a groovy chair and a TV stand. Now all we need is a coffee table, a small dining table, a desk for me and a bookcase or two. Things are still a mess but it’s finally coming together!

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Roughing It

Greetings all! This post is later than I would have liked but we have had so much going on the past week I feel lucky to have a few hours this morning to sort through the madness. I write this from our new living room in Zurichberg sitting on our new red couch! This apartment was completely bare when we moved in. Having come from a fully furnished and serviced temporary place it’s been quite a shock to have to fend for ourselves. The stuff we shipped from home is sitting in Antwerp, Belgium awaiting customs clearance meaning we have a couple of weeks with nothing but what we brought on the plane. Even so, we didn’t ship any furniture so we are pretty much starting from scratch here. Swiss apartments don’t even include lighting fixtures, so we’ve been going to bed early!

First order of business was a bed to sleep on. We bought a sofa bed from Ikea to tide us over until we can decide on a permanent bed. We knew we’d need a guest bed (HINT HINT) anyway so we chose one that we wouldn’t mind sleeping on for a few weeks. Next acquisition was a pan, just one to tide us over until the kitchen stuff comes, and plastic plates and utensils.

I saw a message on the spooger message board from a woman who was selling two enormous Ikea wardrobes. Swiss apartments also don’t have closets so we jumped at the chance. No sense in buying big stuff like that new if we won’t be needing or wanting it back home. Did I mention that these things are enormous? Claire (the selling spoogler) and her family are moving into a place where they won’t fit. We got a good deal on them but she lives very far away, at the bottom of the lake, about an hours drive. Claire offered to help transport them to us in her VW camper van. Seemed so simple at the time. Neither of us knew what an ordeal we were getting ourselves into!

It was decided that Saturday would be the day they would bring the wardrobes. Saturday also happened to be the day of StreetParade, a yearly techno/rave extravaganza in which the city center is blocked off and all Europe’s club types descend to party in the streets making traffic insane.

That morning I was woken at 6:00 by an awful kicking and scratching ruckus coming from the vented door to our balcony. Ripley had tried to climb out the door but got her head stuck and was dangling from her neck! I rushed to her aid and was able to pull her free but she dug a claw into my thumb during the ordeal. It was terrifying and for about 10 minutes I was afraid she was permanently injured and would need to go to the emergency vet. However, she recovered quickly enough and after checking that she could breathe normally, drink and eat I looked to my own wound. My thumb had swollen up and was throbbing.

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View from the clinic. They are setting up for StreetParade. You can already hear the thumping of the techno music.

 

We hopped a tram to Bellvue, an area right in the city center and found a pharmacy that had an attached clinic. After about a 15 minute wait I saw a very nice doctor who told me I would need to get “five shots of penicillin for 5 days”. WHAT?!!!? Turns out he meant doses and needs to brush up on his medical English terminology. Since we don’t have insurance yet, my office visit cost $150.

All this time I’m waiting for a call from Claire about when they are gonna come by with the wardrobes. When I finally talk to her she tells me they have to completely disassemble them to fit them into the van and it’s going to take two trips, one hour each way. Ok, then! She arrived by herself for the first load at around 3:30. There are at least 40 individual pieces for each wardrobe including two gigantic and delicate sliding glass doors. It took the each of us a minimum of 20 trips up three flights of stairs with narrow bends to unload. Oh, did I mention it was 90 degrees out? Three hours later Claire arrived with her husband (thank God) and we unloaded the second van full. We finished up just as the sun was setting, looked at all the parts and pieces and said “My God, what have we done?”.

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One bag of many. So. Many. Screws.

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Daddy showing him how to do it.

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Don’t worry, there are more pieces in the hall.

Sunday we made our first attempt at assembly but had to stop because turns out we needed some tools to fix one of the pieces. Now Tyler is in Barcelona and I join him tomorrow. Wardrobe assembly will have to wait until we get back.

 

In the meantime we got our delivery from an awesome second hand store called Zurcher Brokenhaus (all 2nd hand stores are called brokenhauses or brokies for short). We have achieved couch! No more eating on the bed or sitting on luggage! We also got a TV so I can catch up on America’s Next Top Model. Slowly but surely things are coming together. I can’t wait to get our shipment. I’m gonna cry with joy when I am reunited with my knives!

 

 

 

 

 

 

One last bit of excitement for me. I auditioned for an joined a chorus called Vocadelic! We had our first rehearsal last night. It’s a small group of about 10 singers. Rehearsals are held in both English and German. The director is Rose Ann Dimalanta who is a fabulous musician who, get this, is from Oakland! She is married to a German man. She has played with a lot of greats including Prince (she toured with New Power Generation), Stevie Wonder, Sheila E and Tower of Power. I have yet to ask her if she knows Tina, I could be closer to my goals than eva!

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Rose Ann (RAD) with Prince!

I am really excited to be working with her and to be singing again. It seems like a great group of folks; some Swiss, some ex-pats, all seemed pretty laid back (though I’m keeping my eye on one shifty lady).

 

 

 

So, that was this week, phew! Off to Barcelona tomorrow. Auf Wiedersehen, homies!

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Coffee with a Master!

I had so much fun with my new friend Ellie on Friday, you guys. Ellie and I struck up a correspondence via the spoogler mailing list. She and her husband moved here from Seattle about three months ahead of us. She has been so great with sharing information about their experiences settling in here and moving with animals (they have a dog and a cat). I knew we would get along famously and I was so, so right. When we met for coffee IRL for the first time we talked for hours. She’s a super cool lady and one of the things we have in common is a love for great coffee. We decided to make a day of our fiendish natures and planned a coffee tour of Zurich. Ellie worked as an executive assistant at Starbucks for about 15 years before giving it all up to live la vie en rose and is an actual, certified coffee master! I was in good hands. We started our day at the farmers market at Burkliplatz (I have got to find the umlat in wordpress, that U has one).

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Ellie bought some mint for her balcony garden.

Next we went to Spugli for some chocolate sustenance before heading to the Nespresso flagship store which is what a coffee shop for robots would look like. We taste tested three kinds of espresso there and so our coffee tour started off with a bang!

20150821_095649 20150821_095638_001Our next stop was an Italian place called La Stanza. There we sipped cappuccino outside with some very sharp dressed business men and discussed health insurance (amongst ourselves, not the businessmen. I’m sure they were discussing Ferrari stocks).

We then walked from the city center towards the funkier neighborhood where Tyler and I have been living in Kreis 3. Along the way we stopped in some cute but frivolous boutiques selling things with birds on them as well as a great English language bookstore called Pile of Books. Next stop, a roaster called Kaffeepur. I’ve been on the hunt for a medium to light roast coffee since I’ve been here but without any luck. The roaster here told me they just don’t do it since the Swiss love their espresso. He did point me to a nice bean that was on the lighter, fruitier side of dark so I bought a bag to try at home. I should have taken a picture of this cute shop but didn’t.

Our next stop was Benzin und Koffein (Gasoline and Caffeine) just down the street which I had spied from the tram a couple of days prior. There we had some cold brewed Ice coffee that was phenomenal.

Our cold brew coffee.

Our cold brew coffee.

I also learned from the charming barista that I had been ordering my coffee with sweat (Schweiß) instead of black (schwarz). Note to self: When ordering coffee think “may the schwarz be with you”. The barista, after having a lovely conversation with us about the lack of  an adjectival form for “sweaty” in German, told us about a specialty coffee convention/trade show that just happened to be going on in town that day! Should we go? Well, how could we not!

We bid adieu to our new pal and jumped on a tram headed for a place called Kaufleuten. We really had no idea what to expect and were surprised both by the awesome event space and the buzzy party scene! We had free coffee, danced (sort of) to Prince and Tribe Called Quest, chatted up some Swiss coffee scenesters and even got free drinks (gin and tonic made with cold brewed coffee, yum!) from a couple of hot bartenders. Score!

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We ended our highly caffeinated day with a very late lunch in a charming garden restaurant the pedestrian area downtown. As we wandered down the cobble stoned streets of the Niederdorf we both remarked how lucky we were to have the opportunity to live in and explore this beautiful city. What at sweet end to a wonderful day spent in the company of a new friend.

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I Love to go a’ Wanderweg

Big news! We got an apartment! It’s the one described in my previous post. Tyler and I pick up the keys tomorrow and can start moving in. Most of our stuff is still on a boat making it’s way to us for we’ll be living bare boned until mid-September. We haven’t shipped any furniture at all so we will be starting from scratch. This weekend we went to Ikea and picked out a few pieces, a mattress store and tried out a few beds and fabulous second hand store where we found a few great pieces we’re hoping are still there when we go back this coming weekend. We’re really excited to be leaving our temporary apartment and start the real settling in phase of our journey.

We found out about the apartment on Tuesday morning. On Wednesday I went on a hike with a fellow “Spooger” (spouse of a Googler) named Tory who just arrived in Zurich last week. Tory is originally from Mill Valley but she and her husband moved here from Berkeley! Naturally we had lots to talk about on our 10 mile hike from Zurich to the top of Pfannenstiel, a small mountain on the Gold Coast of the lake. Here was our approximateroute route.

 

 

 

 

 

The Swiss love to hike and there are countless trails called “wanderwegs” up and down both sides of the lake. Most of these trails are extremely well groomed and paved with gravel so even though it rained all Tuesday night and sprinkled on us all day Wednesday, the trails were still easy to traverse without much mud or strife. On our hike we encountered cows, horses, goats, farms, orchards, a cemetery, a pond with giant breaching fish, waterfalls (both man-made and natural) and we had our lunch one of the cabin/huts built for hikers one finds along the way. It was my first foray into country life and it was all right in our backyard!

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In the village of Egg.

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Grave of a young boy who died just a few days after his 10th birthday.

Grave of a young boy who died just a few days after his 10th birthday.

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Freaky bird face.

Cemetery mausoleum.

Cemetery mausoleum.

Natural rock tombstone.

Natural rock tombstone.

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Mountain pond.

 

 

 

 

(A) River(s) Run(s) Through It

Many people may not know this but in a addition to the titular lake, Zurich also has two rivers that run through the city. I didn’t realize this myself until I first explored the city by foot back in March. The Limmat river originates at Lake Zurich and converges with the Sihl (which comes from another lake south of the city) just north of the city center.

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As a result, the city of Zurich is dotted with bridges and overpasses, each offering a unique view featuring forests, mountains, the lake and the city itself. During the recent heatwave locals could be found dining, drinking, swimming or simply dangling their feet from the many docks and riverside establishments found along these rivers. The rivers are pristine looking and the water color changes almost hourly depending on the weather. Here is a sampling of some of the river views I’ve come across in the past week.

 

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The Sihl is the smaller of the two.

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A rainy day. This was taken near the Google office.

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Not my photo. I’m no creeper*. *Tina Turner stalking excepted

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Needless to say, the natural and architectural beauty of Zurich make it a fantastic walking city. As is becoming our habit, Tyler and I looked at another 5 apartments on Saturday and followed up on Sunday by walking the neighborhoods of the ones we liked. This week we saw two we really liked. One was in a town called Kunstnacht whose famous residents include Jung (formerly) and Tina Turner (currently). Naturally I was interested in living there if only to better facilitate my stalking endeavors. I’m fairly certain that my plan to casually run into and befriend Ms. Turner is bulletproof. I only so far have lacked opportunity, not cunning. We had visited Kunstnacht back in March and were charmed by its quaint village feel. The apartment we viewed was a real surprise! It was actually 1/2 of a duplex and was huge. The owner’s father had been a glass smith and the house had handmade glass work throughout (stained glass dividing walls, different kinds of glass embedded in exterior walls, a creepy clown mosaic in the garage) giving it loads of unique charm. It also had a sauna and a  “Swedish stove” in the downstairs which sounded appealing for cold winter nights. There were some downsides though; Tyler’s commute would be over 45 minutes, the train ran right by the apartment and the gardener may or may not “pop-in” to use our shower periodically. Also, the village itself was quite a hike from the apartment making it not so convenient for shopping. Having been wowed by a couple city apartments with easy access to everything, the trade-offs for charm and whimsy were diminishing.

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Swedish Stove

 

The last apartment of the day was back in Zurich proper in a neighborhood called Zurichberg, a wooded area up the hill towards the zoo and FIFA HQ (the other place we loved is in the same general area). This apartment had what I love most about Zurich; a fluid blend of old and new. It’s in an established neighborhood with grand houses and mature trees. The apartment itself was recently renovated and boasts a super modern kitchen and bath (including washer and dryer!), new windows and, being on the 4th floor, fantastic light and incredible views! Here are some pictures I took of our maybe future home.

 

 

 

Our new view?

Our new view? It was a rainy day but we could still see the lake!

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One of three giant rooms.

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Brand new kitchen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We love the place and it’s moved to #1 on our list though we are still in the running for the other apartment we applied for. We’d be thrilled to get either one. Old converging with new, much like the Limmat meeting the Sihl, was the theme of the day as we revisited these apartments on Sunday. Here are a few shots from our wanderings.

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They still have cigarette machines.

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Public bike pumps

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For the children?

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Sweet shutter detail

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Finally, to truly embrace the old/new dynamic of Zurich, I bought myself a new Freitag bag. Freitag is a Zurich company that makes bags and clothing out of recycled materials. The flagship store is housed in stacked shipping containers.

 

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Each piece is one of a kind and made by hand. My new tote is made from tarps and tires. It’s funky, functional, fashionable, and fabulous.

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Hoofin’ It

August 11

Everything is closed in Zurich on Sunday. And I mean everything, even the grocery store. People are not allowed to work, there is even an ordinance that prohibits doing yard work on Sundays. This means Saturdays are for shopping, and if you’re us, apartment hunting. This past Saturday we looked at four apartments, one of which we really liked and applied for. The others were charming in their own ways but had deal-breakers (one bedroom, busy street, poor light). After looking at apartments all morning we had lunch at the first all vegetarian restaurant in the world. Hilt, established in 1898, is a Zurich institution. It’s a buffet style restaurant and we piled our plates high with all sorts of delicious grub at one of their locations near the apartment we liked.

After lunch we decided to head to Zurich’s one and only mall. As I mentioned before, it’s been so very hot here and with no AC we needed a fan. We also needed to get a new phone for me and cell service for both us. Missions accomplished we headed home, Tyler being tasked with hiking the fan up to the apartment while I made a last trip to the market for weekend supplies (cold beer and sausage, of course).

On Sunday we decided to explore our preferred neighborhood a bit further. We have been looking for apartments in Kreis 7 and 8 (near the woody area by the zoo) and so took the tram to the last stop up the hill. Here’s one of those famous Swiss trams on a Sunday morning.

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First stop on our tour was FIFA Headquarters!

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Being Sunday, it was all closed but there were a number of tourists milling around and taking pictures.

We then proceeded up the hill and took one of Zurich’s many walking trails through the woods towards the Seefeld area.

 

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On our walk we came across a few community gardens that pepper the green areas of the city. Each person gets their own little garden hut to go with their plot and many are decorated like little mountain retreats. We even saw a few scofflaws watering their vegetables on Sunday!

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As we winded our way down towards the city center we found that Zurich has many little paths that cut through some of the blocks, very much like the paths of the Berkeley/Kensington hills. Up there, we were afforded many lovely views of the lake and city below.

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As we neared the city the clouds above began to roll in, offering much appreciated respite from the stifling heat. Here are a few shots from our city center ambling.

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As we were nearing home the skies opened up and it began to pour. It felt great but without umbrellas or jackets we hopped on a passing tram and headed for home. A great first weekend for me. I’m finally over my jet lag and it’s cooled down a bit so the cats (and me) are significantly more comfortable. Last night (Monday) we looked at one more apartment and guess what, we fell in love! We decided we liked it better than the one we had applied for on Saturday and are asking Aline to aggressively pursue it for us (which as it turns out may or may not include a little baksheesh to the current tenants to advocate for us). Wish us luck!

 

Welcome to the Thunderdome

Friday, August 7

Greetings from Zurich! It’s been a long road but I finally made it and am reunited with Tyler and the cats. Guess what. It’s HELLA HOT here. It’s been 80+ degrees with 10000000% humidity (I think. I’m no “scientist”, mind you). Tonight thunder showers are predicted and I can’t wait.

My first day I came off an 11 hour flight and was met by Tyler and Aline (a woman who we hired to help with our relocation). My flight was delayed and Tyler and we had to hurry back to our temporary apartment so he could get to a 1:00 (that’s 13:00 on the 24 hour clock which is causing me some serious math anxiety) work meeting on time (it being his third day at the new job). As I had previously agreed, we were to look at some apartments that same afternoon after I had a change to freshen up. We also had to go and register with the Kreisburo. Zurich city is divided into different Kreis (circle in German), much like the Arrondissement of Paris. Upon arrival, new residents have 14 days to register with the appropriate district. At 3:00 we met back up with Aline and headed to what I will call the Swiss DMV. Very efficient! After registering Aline drove us to 5 different apartments in various areas of the city. By this time I had crossed over from exhausted to delirious and I think I had super powers for about an hour. We first looked at a very modern apartment in a building that had just been built (the landscaping wasn’t even in yet). We also looked at a dark, garden duplex in a very chic neighborhood built in the 1970’s. We saw two apartments in historic buildings (1700’s) with exposed beams and delightful rooftop views and finished off with an art deco or art nouveau apartment with gorgeous wall to ceiling windows overlooking a very busy intersection. While it was great to see such variety so early on, none of these were quite right for us. We ended the day with Vietnamese take-out (over $50 for the two of us, yikes!) and discussed the pros and cons of each apartment we had seen that day.

For now we remain in our temporary apartment. Tyler can walk to work and there are plenty of shops and tram lines nearby. Here is a picture of our street.

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Charming isn’t it!?

Here is our front door.

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And here is 1 of 4 flights of stairs we walk up every day, sometimes several times a day.

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We’re getting in shape and have 4 kinds of cheese in our fridge. We’re getting Swissed!

P.S. I have not met Tina Turner yet but will keep you posted as my stalking progresses.

Recreation from Memory: A Wedding Feast

Recreation from Memory: A Wedding Feast

Fasta Faigioli and Big Ass Crouton Chicken

This Sunday, June 24, my husband Tyler and I will celebrate our one year wedding anniversary. At this time last year we were in a castle in Umbria with 20 of our closest friends and relatives. When I think back on our wedding week (and day) I am impressed most by the fantastical and dreamlike quality of the time we spent at Palazzo Massarucci. It still feels unreal. I have both vivid and ephemeral memories of that week. I can recall one on one conversations held over morning coffee, late night dance parties, lounging by the pool with a book, sneaking outside the gates for a cigarette with the bad kids (bride’s side, naturally) day trips to ancient cites, bumpy roads flanked by miles of wheat and wildflowers and the gentle, lavender scented breeze that rustled the mosquito netting on our wedding bed at nightly. Yet all of these memories are cloaked in a veil of unreality.  The idyllic setting, the company, so familiar yet so diverse,  and the pervading feelings of goodwill, privilege and joy I was feeling all added up to one super weird week. What I remember most concretely however, was the food, the glorious food.  During our wedding week, an astounding amount of our collective time was spent either thinking about food,  procuring food, preparing food , eating food and subsequently discussing all the food we ate.

The town of Macerino is a tiny Umbrian hamlet high upon a hill smack dab in the middle of Italy. It has a permanent population of 7. There are a small number of vacation rentals there including the Palazzo Massarucci (where we stayed), which is a beautifully restored 16th century castle built from the remains of a medieval fortress.  Behind the palazzo there is an ancient well and square with a small few winding cobbled streets leading elsewhere. In front, there is a small restaurant (renowned for its truly authentic Umbrian dishes) that also sells a few basic groceries and espresso. As a group we tended to gather around the large kitchen at the center of the palazzo. Some party or another must have shopped daily at either the tiny store across the way to down the bumpy road to Spoleto to one of its splendidly appointed grocery stores because there was a seemingly endless supply of sliced meats and cheeses, fresh eggs, bread and wine available at all times. We also partook in a couple of extravagant family meals. The restaurant across the street (we were never sure of its name) hosted out party for a meal that has yet to be surpassed. We simply told them how many would be dining and she told us when to show up. The two women in charge over there then cooked us a spectacular multi-course meal that lasted at least 3 hours. I should mention that our stay in Macerino coincided with the height of the black truffle season there, something none of us had expected or thought to consider.

I can’t remember all we are but there were a few standout dishes. I know we had fried zucchini blossoms which were both soft and crispy and perfect. We had a simple frittata rife with fresh black truffles. If I had ever had truffles in the past, I’ve forgotten them completely. The taste of them here was so wonderful and earthy that any other truffle memory I may have had has been completely obliterated. Everybody’s favorite dish of the evening (the one discussed in hushed, reverent tones for weeks to come) was a homemade ravioli with cheese and truffles. HOLY SHIT. I think there may have been a little  cheese inside, maybe some pork, who cares. What I do know is that those bad boys were gleefully backstroking in a rich sauce of cream, egg, parmesano reggiano and enough finely chopped black truffle to choke a shoat. Lawd it was good.

As if that meal wasn’t extravagant enough, we also hired a chef to come to the palazzo and give a cooking lesson. His name was Carlo and he showed us how to make fresh pasta which we cooked with a simple sauté of zucchini and onion.

Here is Carlo’s son showing the kids how it’s done!

He also make what I think was the star of the week, a salad made from stale bread and as many fresh vegetables as you can find and is softened with very good oil and balsamic vinegar. It’s officially called panzanella but I don’t think he ever called it that.  We just called it delicious. We all loved it so much that we made one for our wedding feast. Carlo also showed us how to use the wood burning oven at the palazzo which our intrepid guests, Andrew and Sarah, used the next day to make beautiful handmade pizzas.

Andrew and Sarah getting down with the wood oven.

We wanted to the food for our wedding to be simple fare served family style. In addition to the bread salad and a chicken dish I made (an improvised picatta), we enlisted the restaurant across the way to furnish the bulk of the dishes. We requested a huge amount of everybody’s favorite, the ravioli with truffles as well as a vegetable dish and a soup. We weren’t specific about the last two although I think we asked for “pasta faigioli” for the soup as it was fun to say in Italian (I’m sure we sounded like Chef Boyardee).

Pasta Faigioli!

What we got was beyond our expectations.  We were presented with several trays of our beloved ravioli as well as a rich and satisfying ragout of eggplant, summer squash and tomato. Especially wonderful was a rich and hearty soup/gravy full of plump beans and rustic squares of fresh cut pasta. It was our pasta faigiole! I remember the taste of that dish with particular clarity. It was so rich yet rustic; I could tell there were not many ingredients but there was a serious density of flavor. I also remember my Aunt Dee, knee deep into a second helping, raving about how it was her favorite thing that she had eaten all week. I also remember the stricken look on her face when we told her we were pretty sure it had pork in it (Dee’s been a vegetarian for 30 years). She mournfully finished her bowl, forced to acknowledge (no matter how tacitly) that pork was delicious and she too was susceptible to its powers.

Long story interminable, I was thinking about all this lovely food and that lovely week in the country with so many friends and family and how thankful I am. Our wedding week was like a dream. And like the best dreams, you wake up with the memory and feelings still on your lips. In an attempt to rekindle those sense memories I decided to attempt to recreate the pasta faigiole we had on our wedding day.

Breaking down my taste memory was pretty easy. I knew it was a long cooking bean dish. The broth (or sauce) was thick, somewhat starchy and glossy. I knew there was pork in there and I guessed it stated with a basic mire-poi of onion, celery and carrot. Also some tomato as it had just enough acidity and a rich reddish brown color. The pasta was unmistakably home made and probably added already cooked at the end. With those clues in mind, I began my quest. I started by making a basic chicken stock using 1/2 of a chicken, reserving the other half for our main course Big Ass Crouton Chicken (recipe to follow in another post). For the soup I chose fresh cranberry beans over dry because they looked awesome and were available.

Pasta Faigiole di Macerino

4 cups chicken stock, hot

Marin Sun Farms has the best chickens, pasture raised at a reasonable price.

¼ lb fresh pasta rolled and cut into rough ribbons/squares

3 carrots, chopped

2 stalks of celery

1 large yellow onion

3 gloves of garlic

2 tbs tomato paste

1 tomato, chopped seeded and diced

1 oz prosciutto, chopped

4-5 dried porcini mushrooms soaked in ½ boiling water, juice reserved

¼ dry white wine

2 cups shelled fresh cranberry beans (can substitute dry cannelloni beans, soaked

Fresh shucked cranberry beans

overnight)

2 dried red chilies

2 tsp fresh thyme leaves

1 smoked ham hock

 

Directions

Sauté onion, celery, carrots and garlic in olive oil. Add prosciutto. When they have sweated down a bit, add tomato paste and let it get a bit brown. Add tomato, thyme, chilies, bay leaf, mushrooms and ham hock followed by wine; stir. Add hot stock, mushroom juice and beans and bring to a boil and then bring down to a simmer. Cover and simmer for at least an hour or as many as three (stirring occasionally and checking for bean doneness).  I honestly have no idea how long I cooked mine for. When your beans are tender remove pot from heat and let cool to not scalding. When manageable, strain cooking liquid into another large pot. He’s where I probably could have done things a bit smarter. When you have your strained soup contents, pick all the beans out of the retained vegetables . Maybe I could have cooked the beans in a cheesecloth bag or for easy removal or something. The beans need to cook with everything else but everything else needs to get pureed. You want to retain the beans whole. Anyhow, I picked my beans out and it took a long time and was probably dumb. Also remove ham hock, bay leaf and chilies. In a blender puree your remaining vegetables with some of the reserved cooking liquid. Add puree back to pot along with the remainder of your cooking liquid. Taste for seasoning. Add beans. Now add your pasta which has been boiled for about 1-2 minutes in salted boiling water. That my friends, is pasta faigiole!

 

Pasta Faigioli!

Messy but worth it. 

To round out our meal, in a nod to the panznella salad, I decided to try roasting a marinated chicken on top of large, hand-torn croutons. I added  sliced onion, capers and some super ripe cherry tomatoes to the mix. The results were phenomenal. The croutons absorbed all the golden delicious drippings from the bird yet maintained a wonderful buttery crispiness. I’ll give you a recipe for that one later if you want it (you do, trust).

 

 

 

On Casserole

Last night I was craving tuna noodle casserole. It was a very specific craving too, not just a hankering for something soft and comfortable. I wanted egg noodles, frozen peas, Campbell’s cream of something soup, salty and tender canned fish, cheddar cheese and crispy browned bread crumbs. ALL IN ONE MOTHERTRUCKING BITE. I have not had tuna noodle casserole in decades either. But I knew exactly what it should taste like, how it should smell and how it should look; the taste and texture of every ingredient distinctive and exacting.

My mom used to feed her siblings and father casseroles like the tuna noodle one I so deeply craved. Mom was given a pittance of a budget and was expected to shop and cook for her brother, sister and father by the age of 9. She made a lot of casseroles; a lot of casseroles made from cans. What a smart girl. I remember her telling me that she had never seen a fresh mushroom until she moved to California at the age of 19. She had only ever before seen or had them canned. She and her family had most if not all of their vegetables from a can. Peas, green beans, corn and mushrooms all became the basis for many a casserole. Add to the can arsenal Cambell’s soups (Cream of asparagus, cream of mushroom, cream of celery, cream of chicken, cream of tomato) and you’re halfway there (and what a fortuitous marketing coup Campbell’s has pulled off over the decades by making an unappetizing soup an integral part of thousands of  recipes American’s use every day. Hat’s off to those geniuses!). My mom’s beaten and oh so well used copy of the Betty Crocker Cookbook has an astounding number of recipes in it that call for canned products. And that is a legitimate cookbook and a real historic record of the American diet. But back to the casserole; cheese or other dairy products often find their way in the mix. Casserole recipes frequently call for cottage cheese, cream cheese, sour cream or béchamel sauce. For a casserole, any protein will do (or no protein, mac and cheese is a casserole too!). Ground beef, sausage, seafood, spam, canned fish, leftover roast ends, chicken, ham; anything you may have on hand will do nicely in a casserole. Add a starch and you’ve got a complete meal to will fill hungry tummies and a variety of appetites. And of course, the piece de resistance to any good casserole is whatever crispy brown topping you have chosen. One can top that bad boy with any number of things; delicate toasted bread crumbs, a buttery cracker, flaky pastry, something salty like fried onions or potato chips, Fritos or, as The Joy of Cooking’s tuna noodle recipe calls for, “buttered corn flakes”. Doesn’t that sound divine?! As a bonus, you will be able to eat your casserole again (and maybe even a third time) as casserole is best made in quantity and there should always be leftovers. Leftover casserole is maybe even better isn’t it? Just don’t microwave it, PLEASE! Reheat it in the oven, for the love of casserole. What other dish emphasizes economy, variety, creativity and crave-ability so well? In fact, I can think of no other food that represents us as a nation better. Like America, a casserole if more than the sum of its parts.

The offering of a casserole is a loving act. It says “I want you to be satisfied in at least this one small way”. It’s why we make them for loved ones when we wish to unburden them. Have a new baby and can’t cook? Here’s a Casserole! Have you been sick or in the hospital? Casserole! Have you lost somebody dear to you? Here’s another Casserole! Simply having a hard time coping with life at the moment? I care about you, here’s a casserole! Cooked, transported, served and reheated in a single dish, a casserole says “take it easy, I got this.”

By the time my mom was making casseroles for me, she had refined her cooking skills and the quality and breadth of ingredients increased exponentially. Cans were replaced by fresh vegetables. “Exotic” ingredients such as curry and salsa found their way into the mix. And like my mom, as I’ve become a better cook, I’ve refined by own casserole making even further. I never could abide by those “cream of soups”, they taste great once mixed into a dish but the gelatinous mass that’s comes sucking its way out of the can turns me right off. I prefer to use fresh ingredients at every step (when applicable, I’d never turn my back on buttered corn flakes, never!). It’s not too difficult to make a basic béchamel or gravy from scratch as a substitute to those overly salty processed soups. For me, casserole is a dish of inspiration. It’s something I make when I don’t feel like going to the store. I look and see what in the refrigerator needs to be used up and let that be my guide.

All that said, a casserole is not bombproof. I have seen some horrible things done to casserole. Following are some of the most common sins against the ‘role.

#1: Mushy texture. There is nothing worse that a mouthful of mush, unless you are Miss Muffet. Make sure whatever starch you use is on the al dente side of things before you assemble your dish. Remember that it still has to cook long enough to crisp the topping/melt the cheese and your starch is going to absorb some of the  binder. It’s supposed to!

#2: Dry ass casserole. This happens when you don’t add enough liquid or binder. This is tricky to judge before you bake because of the absorption issue (see above).  If in doubt, err on the side of more binder, making sure your starch is not overcooked.

#3: Pale soggy topping. Make sure you give your casserole ample time to do it’s thing. Even it your ingredients are already “cooked”, they still need time to marry. Don’t rush the honeymoon! A low oven (325) should ensure slow even browning.

#4: Nasty burnt topping. If this happens you probably rushed it,  had your oven on too high or forgot that you were cooking altogether! Use a timer set for 10 minutes before you think it should be done and check your casserole frequently. Toppings with a high fat content will also burn fast, faster than you can imagine. If using a high-fat topping (buttered cornflakes, I’m looking at you!) cover your casserole with foil for the first 15 minutes or so and brown only at the end of your cooking time.

Casserole is great is so many ways. As humble as is, as basic, brown, repeated and reheated  as it may be, casserole should always be delicious and satisfying.

So, back to my craving, I didn’t have any tuna in the house. But I had some Bratwurst, so I made a casserole out of that!

Inspiration ingredient : Bratwurst

Casserole: Hofbrau Hottie:

Recipe:

Brats, (2 or 3)

1 onion, diced

1 clove garlic, minced

½ head of cabbage (red or green), cored and chopped

1 tsp paprika

A dash or two of Worchester sauce

Salt

Pepper

½ cup beer

2 cups milk

2-3 tbs flour

2 tbs butter

4 tbs whole grain mustard

1 cup grated swiss/gruyere sharp cheddar or other equally punchy cheese

1 package egg noodles, cooked al dente

2 cups fresh bread crumbs

 

Brown sausages. My brats were pre-cooked so I sliced them first and browned them in olive oil. If you are lucky enough to have some fresh brats, use those! I would pierce them a couple of times with a knife and brown them whole and then slice them later after they are thoroughly cooked through and rested.

Add onion and then garlic to the browning pan. Add paprika, Worcester, salt and pepper. Saute until translucent and just starting to brown, deglaze pan with beer. Add cabbage and simmer until done (you may need to add some water to the pan if it gets too dry). Add back your sausage, set aside.

Melt butter in a large sauce pan. Once foaming add flour and mix well. Fry flour in the butter for about 5 minutes. Slowly whisk in milk until you have achieved consistency. Bring to a low simmer. Add mustard and whisk in. Add grated cheese a bit at a time (leaving and handful for the top) while continuously whisking. Once cheese is incorporated, taste for seasoning. Add whatever you think it needs.

In a big pot (probably the one you boiled the noodles in) mix noodles and sausage/cabbage mixture. Spread into your largest casserole pan. Evenly pour sauce over mixture, squishing it all up in there. Sprinkle the rest of the cheese and then add your breadcrumbs. Cook in a 325 oven until you are satisfied with the degree of browning on your crumbs and your casserole has had time to settle. About 20 minutes.

 

Note: The final dish, while delicious, lacked some acidity. If I made this again I think I’d add some sauerkraut to the onion and cabbage mixture, being sure to let it cook down a bit. I think that would do nicely.

Another note: Next time I’ll take some pictures.

Last note, promise: Any casserole memories you’d like to share? Favorite recipes or thoughts on the theme? Please leave them in the comments!