A blog full of memories
On March 16th, I asked my readers what I should write about while I was over here in Switzerland. I had a few ideas and a few of you pitched me some more in the comments. I started thinking if I were going to be researching and writing about life in Switzerland, I might find …
My sister read the recipe on turkey in spicy peanut sauce and knows how much I like peanut butter–with just peanuts. AND SHE SENT ME SOME!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU BIG SIS! THANK YOU. Have a look at this: I had some on toast with slices of cucumber this morning. PS: I still haven’t found any in …
My first week here, Ludo’s mother gave me some Swiss schwag — to make sure I was well equipped to live in Switzerland. She gave us two espresso cups with the Swiss cross on them. To equalize the national schwag in the apartment, I am now looking for the Canadian version of these cups. Specifically, …
Rollerblade from the apartment to the gym. (It was surprisingly nice out today.) Clunk up one flight of stairs. Coordinate limbs in a body pump (choreographed weights) class. Continue with 45 minutes of cardio in the salle de musculation. Stretch legs. Crunch abs. Rollerblade home. Not bad. I’m glad the weather changed. It’s easier not …
When I looked at that meatballs in spicy peanut sauce recipe, it reminded me of a stir fry I used to make: Indonesian stir fry. My original recipe for that particular dish included lots of garlic and two tablespoons of peanut butter. I searched the web for something to refresh my memory, but no luck. …
Last night, a friend came to dinner. I thought I’d try to make something simple. I’d seen a recipe in the Fine Cooking magazine last week that I wanted to try out: Meatballs in spicy curry peanut sauce. This spicy meatball recipe called for ground beef. I couldn’t find ground beef in my grocery store. …
An improvement today. I dug out my rollerblades and cruised over to the gym. Total commute time: ten minutes. Still took the elevator down six flights of stairs. When I got to the building with the gym, I clunked up one flight of stairs. In the reception of the gym, I changed my rollerblades for …
Take the elevator down seven flights of stairs to the parking garage. Get in the car and drive 5 minutes to the parking garage at the gym. Take the elevator from the parking garage up four flights of stairs to the gym. Do a cardio workout on the reclined bike. Is that Californian or what? …
I arrived in Lausanne last week. It was also my birthday. Bear’s mother made sure that I was well-equipped to live in Switzerland. We also have a brand-spanking-new meat slicer. An industrial-grade meat slicer in fact. An important amenity here in Switzerland, with all that raclette and viande seche. She threw in some fromage d’alpage …
En fin. I have arrived in Switzerland. It took awhile. About a year in fact. And it’s been a helluva journey. At the beginning of last year, I didn’t know Switzerland was my destination. I just knew that my life wasn’t what I wanted it to be. In California, I felt like I was on …