Women making Soparnik
Women coming to market
The Salzburger nockerl. A dramatic finish to our dinner. Laura and I ordered one to share and couldn’t finish the three mountains of soufflé. I asked how many egg whites and was told six but it seemed like more. It was immense! The server suggested taking a picture right away if we wanted one -before it deflated -but it seemed to remain at full volume for quite some time.
With elegant flourish, we were served a mountain peak, embellished with warm berries from underneath and told the story of the signature dessert.(see link above)
It was like eating clouds. Laura said it was like angel food cake without the cake.
After a lengthy walk in a torrential downpour, hungry baby in tow, we finally arrived at a restaurant our hotel had suggested.
Uh-oh, the Kellar was closed.
But wait, there’s another restaurant on the sixth floor! A fast ride in the mirrored,sparkling elevator. Yes, we ended up in probably the loveliest restaurant in the city,Imlauer Sky Bar and Restaurant. I was reminded of Pittsburgh’s LeMont where Mark snd Erika had their wedding reception. Floor to ceiling glass walls with a city view, white linen cloths, a hushed quiet ambience but-
Charlie was really crying at full pitch and beyond eager for his dinner. He’d had it. The entire staff was so welcoming to us, took the stroller to the cloak room, hung our soggy coats, the borrowed umbrellas and seated us as if they didn’t mind our appearance or loud, hungry baby, or that we didn’t have a reservation.
They extended gracious hospitality to us and acted as if it was no problem at all. We’d travelled all day on two buses and three trains as the train borders were closed.
A few well dressed diners glanced our way as we were seated, I like to think with empathy, but once Charlie started his dinner and we awaited ours, all was quiet. It really wasn’t the type of restaurant, one would take a four month old infant.
We started with a cream of carrot and ginger soup with delicate slivers of ginger root. Delicious. A basket of two kinds of bread. We ordered, sighed with relief we were dry and so grateful to be served delicious food.
When we ordered the dessert our waiter said it would take twenty minutes but all was quiet so we went ahead and ordered.
We were able to get a large bottle of water for “take away”, too.
They never rushed us or made us feel we shouldn’t be there at table, in the loveliest restaurant in Salzburg.
Krista Stevens at WordPress challenged bloggers this week with this prompt “Have you ever felt like the world was being a bit too rowdy? Where things and people were pushing in, crowding out your quiet thoughts — the ones that need time and space to surface?” Yes, Krista, yes.
My number one Happy Place? cuddling a grandchild in my arms, getting them to smile or the growing up grandchildren sitting next to me on the couch, reading a book or playing a game. Laughing with grandchildren is the best.
And there’s the knitting I go to-another happy place- a form of meditation, the repetition- but this post shows my kitchen where I can ward off winter chills (or autumn chills) and feel all is right in the world. (Even if it’s not.)
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First Day of Winter Still Life in My Kitchen
Friends joined me for tea, even though they weren’t in Pittsburgh.
You can see out the kitchen back door window to the back porch and garage, the bare trees. The shortest day of light. Winter officially here.
Two dear friends in KY sent a shipment of fancy English muffins and the Fed Ex man delivered them Wednesday afternoon. It seemed a good time to split one, toast it and spread some butter (with my Grandmother’s silver butter knife) and spoon some apricot preserves.
Went to fire up the kettle to brew tea but I’d burned the kettle dry on Monday so boiled a pot of water to make the tea. Pulled out the camera on the phone to capture the scene
Oranges were on sale 10 for $2 today and lately they were almost a dollar apiece.
A faithful blog reader in Virgina, C, (and best friend of a my good friend J in Omaha) made me the little quilted mug mat last year and it was J who gave me the lidded butter dish another year. The Botanic Garden mug matches my mother’s cereal bowls.
I was home alone but in the presence of friends and family remembered. Finding the joy of winter. My neighbor called to report a vibrant rainbow spotting and perhaps I could photograph it. i went outside and it was still raining and saw the colored arch across the street. I photographed it but it didn’t make the cut for posting but i appreciate when people see something and I come to mind. There was thunder and lightning, too.
Yes, that is a stack of woven potholders on the left counter top.
Time to ward off the chill. Make soup.
Today’s post a compendium of past blog posts featuring soup. Photos will be familiar if you’ve followed since the blog started.
the rinds of cheese (see Soup Bones above) are key to this Minestrone.
From the BEST RECIPE COOKBOOK of by the editor’s of COOK’S ILLUSTRATED Minestrone recipe
2 small leek washed thoroughly, white and light green sliced thin crosswise
2 medium carrots peeled and cut small dice
2 small onions peeled and small dice
2 medium celery stalks trimmed and cut small dice
1 medium russet potato peeled and medium dice
1 medium zucchini trimmed and medium dice
3 c stemmed spinach leaves cut in thin strips
1 can (28 oz) whole tomatoes packed in juice, drained and chopped
1 Parmesan cheese rind about 5×2 inches
1 can cannellini beans drained and rinsed, added last 5 minutes
ground black pepper
at end add 1/4 c basil pesto or 1 T rosemary mixed with 1 teaspoon minced garlic and extra- virgin olive oil
Bring vegetables tomatoes and 8 cups of water, cheese rind and 1 teaspoon of salt to a boil in a big soup kettle or pot.
Reduce hear to medium low simmer uncovered, stir occasionally,until vegetables are tender but still hold their shape about an hour.
Add beans and cook just until heated through about 5 minutes. Remove pot from heat.
Remove and discard cheese rind. Stir in pesto or Rosemary mixture if desired and adjust seasonings adding pepper or more salt if necessary. Ladle into bowls and serve immediately.
If you want to add pasta be sure to cook separately, drain and put in soup bowl, then ladle soup over it so it doesn’t suck up all the broth.
Do you have a favorite soup you make when the weather changes? Maybe you are firing up a pot of chili or stew.
Four of the grandchildren are visiting for the weekend, along with their parents. Saturday night we had dinner and guests. Aunt Georgeann came to see how they’d grown. She arrived with a big pink box.
She knew there was almond, lemon, red velvet, and a carrot cake with the sliver of candied ginger, plus two chocolate with espresso frosting. A dozen sweet cakes.We needed a key but came up with a solution.
She’d stopped off in Regent Square at Vanilla Pastry Studio Molly gave me this birthday gift of a Rooster Harkerware piece just yesterday.
Aunt Georgeann cut them in half so the kids could decide what they wanted to eat. It was fun to try the different flavors.
I took one of the leftovers and put it on a cupcake stand Joanne gave me years ago.
Practicing my food photography.
from our brother David’s garden- Okanogan WA-
Sent this morning from my sister Mary. I’m wishing I were there with them.
Drove over the 16th Street Bridge Saturday evening, as I returned to the city from Ohio.
As I sat at the red light at the end of the bridge I saw this line. That’s a lot of people in line, I thought.
Camera was right there on the passenger seat and the light was red.
I found out why they’re all waiting in line.
Figured it was a restaurant not a concert as the music venue is on the opposite side of the street.
Gaucho Parilla Argentina. a Wood-Fired Grill. 1601 Penn Avenue.
Not sure when they opened but seems everyone else already knew!
P.s. August 27, 2015 An article about The restaurant in the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette today Gaucho
Thursday I shared a blog post with my friend Roberta. It was from a blog I follow-(http://jjbegonia.com/marian-burros-plum-torte/) with Marion Burros Plum Torte recipe included in the post.
Roberta made it that night for dinner guests.
Sent the two photos and I asked her permission to share. She’s guest blogger today. Here’s what she said-
I made it with apricots since there were no Italian prune plums at the market, but otherwise didn’t change a thing. I can see why people love this recipe–so easy and so good. Thanks a million–it’s a keeper! R
Check out the Plum torte post by jjbegonia to see her beautiful plum torte photos and recipe which inspired the apricot torte!
-just sharing what products caught my eye on Columbus shelves when Laura and I were out for the afternoon.
A conglomeration of color and taste.
I recommend the sriracha movie my son showed me.