In this particular case, the answer is not 42. But what is the question to begin with? Well, one of the most frequent questions I get is about my favorite kind of food. The super generic “What’s your all-time favorite dish?” as well as “What kind of comfort food do you turn to?” or “What would your last supper be?”, seem to rank high on the question charts. And they’re tough ones to answer.
Over the past years it has become a tradition to welcome our friends from San Francisco with a very informal get-together, a so called Brotzeit. The term is used quite loosely and open to all kinds of interpretations. Putting aside regional differences it’s essentially a cold snack, coming with all kinds of bread, sausages, pickles, radishes, cheeses and what not. And of course, sufficient supply of Bavarian beer!
Ok, we blew it, let our blog down. We had plans for our fifth blog birthday in March, big plans. We had talked about a major redesign, threw initial ideas and concepts in the air, hoping to see them fall on fertile ground, but somehow there was always something more important to do. A photography job, some design projects, and of course the new book. Yet, – bad conscience omnipresent – each time I visited our little foodblog, I could feel an increasing urge to revamp it from the ground up, to give it an opposite and distinct new look.
So odd. Despite this historical heatwave consuming us all alive, all I can think of is Tiramisu? Ssshh, I hate to know what that says about my personal craving profile. It was Sunday morning and neither the luscious cherries nor strawberries chilling in our fridge had a real chance of changing my mind. Tiramisu. Ahhhh, a small sound of relief, as I finally found the big cup of mascarpone, I had bought a week ago, buried behind half a dozen semi-emptied glasses of homemade jam (major recipe testing underway…). I had farm-fresh eggs and some ladyfingers in the pantry…, so I thought. But wait, didn’t I use them all up for a trifle?
