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Culinary Travel Part IV: Austria

Last night was Christian’s choice for what country we would “visit” for dinner, and he chose Austria. His choice meant that he would make the entree and I would make the appetizer and dessert. Now, I don’t know that much about Austria other than the Von Trapp Family and that the country is known for it’s amazing tortes and coffee. And the fact that Christian’s home town is only about an hour away from the border of Austria made me feel he really had an unfair advantage ;-)
As an appetizer, I made what I seem to be best at lately: a soup. Paprika soup to be exact:

Austrian Paprika soup
3 Slices Bacon — diced
1 Large Onion — chopped
2 Large Green Pepper — chopped
1 Tablespoon Flour
1 Tablespoon Paprika
6 Cups Beef Broth
1/4 Teaspoon Salt
4 Large Potato — diced
1/2 Cup Sour Cream
Directions Saute bacon, onion and peppers for 10 minutes. drain grease. add flour and paprika and cook for 2 minutes. add broth, salt and potatoes. simmer for 20 minutes or until potatoes are done. pour into soup bowls and top with sour cream.
Serves 4

I pretty much followed the above directions except for the fact that I added WAY more paprika than recommended AND I added some of the liquids and fat left over from cooking a pork shoulder in my Crock Pot to the veggies before adding the beef broth. Christian’s verdict? “A KEEPER.” He loved it, but I felt like I cheated because it was so easy. Wow. I have a calling, and it’s stews and soups.

Christian’s entree? He made Krautfleckerln, a pasta dish of sorts, with white cabbage and bacon. Deliciousness! And really so simple. I could have possibly even been successful at it:

Zutaten für 3 Portion:
Kopf Weißkraut
1 TL Zucker
1 Schuss Fett oder Öl
1 Zwiebel gewürfelt
500 g Fleckerl
1 Prise Salz
1 Prise Pfeffer

Die Nudeln im Salzwasser bissfest kochen, abseiehen und mit kaltem Wasser abschrecken. Die Zwiebel im Fett anrösten, Zucker dazugeben, Kraut in feine Streifen schneiden und dazugeben.

Alles zugedeckt dünsten lassen und mit Salz und Pfeffer abschmecken. Bei Bedarf etwas Wasser nachleeren. Zum Schluss die Fleckerlnudeln zugeben und mit Blattsalat servieren.

Wenn man mag, kann man auch Schinken oder Speck dazugeben (am Anfang im Öl anbraten).

Desserts always, always trip me up. And, after my last dessert attempt of dumplings, you’d think I would have had the common sense to stay away from dumplings. But noooooo, I had to fall in love with the very thought of potato-plum dumplings (god knows I wouldn’t ever consider making a torte!). Now, while the dumplings were a hit, we both agreed that dispensing of the potatoes and just using regular dough would have certainly made it a runaway winner. But it certainly was eaten, and that is what counts!

INGREDIENTS:
4 large russet potatoes
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 tablespoon butter, softened
2 eggs, beaten
1/4 cup farina
1 cup all-purpose flour, or as needed

12 Italian prune plums
12 cubes white sugar

1/2 cup butter, melted
1/4 cup white sugar
1 cup dry bread crumbs

additional melted butter and sugar for
garnish (optional)
DIRECTIONS:
1. Scrub potatoes, and place them into a large pot with enough water to cover. bring to a boil, and cook until tender, about 40 minutes. Drain, and cool. When potatoes are cool enough to handle, peel, and press through a ricer into a large bowl. Set aside to cool. This part of the process can be done as much as one day in advance.
2. In a large bowl, mix together the prepared potatoes, salt, egg, and 1 tablespoon of butter until well blended. Gradually stir in the farina, and then the flour. If dough is still wet, more flour can be mixed in. Turn dough out onto a floured surface, and knead until smooth, about 5 to 10 minutes.
3. Split open each plum where it cracks, and remove the pit. Replace each pit with a sugar cube, and close.
4. On a floured surface, roll out the dough to 1/4 inch thickness. Cut into twelve 3 inch squares. Place one plum into each square, and bring the corners around to the top. Pinch together all of the seams to seal.
5. Bring a large pot of water to a slow boil. Place about 4 dumplings into the water at a time. Once they float to the surface, continue to cook them for about 5 more minutes. Transfer cooked dumplings to a covered bowl, and keep warm.
6. Melt the remaining 1/2 cup of butter in a small skillet over medium heat. Stir in bread crumbs, and 1/4 cup of sugar. Continue to cook and stir until browned. Remove the bread crumbs to a plate, and roll warm dumplings in the mixture until entirely coated. To serve, place a dumpling or two on a plate, sprinkle with a little sugar and a little extra melted butter, if desired.

We enjoyed our Austrian meal with a background of Mozart and afterwards watched (or Christian watched…I inevitably fell asleep not out of boredom but out of pregnancy) “The Counterfeiters,” a movie not based in Austria but staring an Austrian actor (Blockbuster isn’t the best place to look for an Austrian film). I HAD suggested “The Sound of Music,” lol.

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Christian leaves Thursday, but in terms of edible food (i.e. me not living on PBJ sandwiches or Lean Cuisine) I’m covered. In fact, TOO covered. We have frozen meals packed to the ceiling and I almost feel I’ll need to have a party to get rid of all the meals we’ve stockpiled. I’ll be a well-fed mamma while he’s gone. Christian made some incredible meals the last few days. I will not, will not, will not step on that scale until my next doctor’s appointment! Here’s some of his cooking efforts (successes):

What’s healthy to YOU?

Being pregnant, I get my share of advice … solicited or not. With merit or not. Good. Bad. Obvious. Outrageous. Clueless. You name it. One thing I get advice about on at least a daily basis is what to eat and what not to eat. If I did just exactly what my mom admonishes me to (not) do, I’d waste away! “No caffeine! No sugar! No fatty meat! No tea! No coffee! No cake! No fish!” You know the drill. It seems that women in my mom’s generation were given the choice of soup, crackers, milk and that’s just about it. Now, the current books and blogs say to eat tons of this and that, none of this or that, blah blah blah.
What’s right? I like to feel like I am eating well and healthily. Okay, my penchant for something sweet to end every meal has yet to be curbed, but I have a fruit or veggie with every single meal, I work out (power walk and light weights) at least 30 minutes most days, I don’t drink alcohol or take anything other than my prenatal vitamin….
Moms out there, especially German moms (I am really so curious to see what cultural norms for pregnancy are in Germany!)… what kind of foods did you crave and indulge in in pregnancy? What foods did you avoid or rule out altogether?
On that note, here’s my meals last night and today for lunch…

Bacon-wrapped sausage, green chile cheese bread and a green salad for dinner 10.18.10



A picnic lunch with my husband...butternut/ginger soup,green salad and an almond poppyseed muffin

Are you what you eat?

If I am, then lately I’m a spitfire-hot, blazing mad, indulgent, over-the-top, multicultural hodgepodge all wrapped up in a blanket of refined white dough. With a few bits of wholesomeness every so often. If you can judge a person by what they eat you’ll have a heyday with me ;-)
Yesterday I started out with very good intentions, eating a big bowl of muesli with nonfat Greek yogurt, chopped apple, and a little leftover Cheerios. Even walked our dogs in the arroyo for more than an hour. So far so good.
Then, at lunchtime, Christian presented me with burritos he had gotten at work. You know what I’m talking about if you’re from El Paso.. “burrito lady” burritos. Everyone knows a “burrito lady,” those (predominantly) women who show up at offices or even nightclubs, with a cooler strapped to a luggage trolley, selling their homemade burritos with stuffings such as bean and cheese, lengua, carne asada, juevos con papas, etc. There is something about buying from a “burrito lady,” something naughty and secretive (many do not have food handler’s cards or work permits), but oh-so-good! In this case, Christian had purchased two chile relleno burritos for us, $2 each and huge. Filled with refried beans, cheese and chile rellenos.
Along with the burritos, I added some salted fresh cucumber spears and hummus left over from the night before; a salad; and Christian’s homemade salsa with chips. I tell ya, it is not a health item, a burrito. Far from it. But it’s cheap, satisfying, fun to eat and fills you up and keeps you going. All of that food for about $6… for both of us. And way better than anything at Taco Bell.
For dinner, we’d originally intended to cook some chicken legs on our outdoor grill we just purchased, but chickened out a bit, so to speak. Afraid of offending the neighbors with smoke, as they were moving out next door. So, we tested out our new George Foreman grill inside, and it was insane how efficient and fast that little device is. Kudos to George for being the saving grace for denizens of tiny apartments around the country.
Christian worked his paprika/salt/pepper/secret ingredient magic on the chicken, while I worked on salads and some roasted corn (I roasted the corn with salt/sugar/veggie oil and chile powder in a cast iron skillet, to be served with wedges of lime).
Superb dinner, if not a bit too much. But oh well, I say. I can just start over today with a healthy bowl of artery-cleaning muesli and a walk. Oh, but I’m supposed to meet a friend at H&H Car Wash later this morning. And that, my friends, is ANOTHER story altogether. Let’s just say this … Julia Child did in fact eat at H&H Car Wash…

Anything but Labor-ous

Yesterday, Labor Day, Christian and I bypassed a chance to go to Aguirre Springs to picnic for Labor Day, and instead took a drive over to Las Cruces, New Mexico, to visit Enchanted Gardens nursery to check out pepper plants, the COAS Bookstore (the largest used book store in N.M.) and to have lunch at our absolute favorite Italian restaurant, Zeffiro’s. Well, one out of three ain’t bad. Enchanted Gardens happens to be closed on Mondays, and Zeffiro’s was closed for Labor Day. At least COAS was open, that maze of a place that has probably any and every book (in any and every language) you can dream up. It’s a miracle … or a travesty … to walk out of there empty-handed.
I picked up 2 pregnancy/parenting books, plus a “You’ve Got Mail”-type novel about two pregnant women called “The Mommy Chronicles,” as well as a few classic children’s books (meant for 5+, but hey, it’s never too early, is it?). Christian hobbled away with a dozen science fiction books, many written before he was born.
Since our dream lunch was a no-go, we decided to settle for International Delights, a cafe specializing in European and Middle Eastern cuisine about a mile away. We’d been there before, and we loved it, but you know when your heart is set on a wood-fired oven baked pizza Margherita and a Mediterranean salad, it’s hard to get excited about something else.
Well, I was wrong. It was one of the best, most succulent and most relaxing lunches I’ve had in a long time, and despite the fact it was Labor Day, there were no huge crowds or lines.
We ordered from the main counter, where there is an extensive menu of items such as: Mezza platter, Gyro plate, French Toast croissant, Bagel and Lox, Tabouli, omelettes, crepes, etc. Oh, and the counter holds the prize in showing off some of the most gorgeous, sinful and oh-so-very-European pastries. I ordered the special of the day, Chicken Curry, a Perrier and a slice of apfelstrudel. Christian went for the Lamb Kebab; and we shared an amazing appetizer of Babaghanoudj. I can eat that stuff spread on anything, it’s so smoky and smooth. But the heated, puffy pita bread served with it sufficed quite nicely.
We took our table number and had a seat near the restaurant’s food shop, which sells all kinds of European and Middle Eastern food products, at amazingly reasonable prices. There was a reason Zeffiro’s was closed! I wouldn’t have had it any other way, because our lunch rocked our world.
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After driving back to El Paso, we went home for an indulgent 2 hour nap (my pregnancy is making these a necessity, and poor Christian might be having sympathy symptoms!), and then some work online (my work this week consists of resume-tweaking and sending and writing my birth plan).
For dinner, we knew we wanted to incorporate Christian’s wonderful homemade salsa (see previous post), and I wanted to use up some leftovers. Soooo, we went Mexican again. I made Gorditas out of fresh, homemade (but bought at the local Mexican market) flour rounds. Instead of frying them as many Mexicans do, I grilled the flour disks to get a nice bubbly surface, then stuffed them with Jack cheese and put them in the warm oven. While the cheese was melting in the gorditas, I heated up some leftover black beans and rice, and also supplemented that with some pinto beans. I took out some leftover cabbage salad and roasted Hatch chiles, cut up some avocado, onion and limes, and voila… a reasonably healthy Mexican dinner (not ALWAYS an oxymoron!).
I’ve gotten to the point where I need dessert after every meal, and last night was no exception. After dinner we headed on over to Starbucks to sit on the patio, have an after-dinner coffee, read, and indulge (well, I did anyway) in their reduced-fat banana chocolate chip cake.
Well, I DO have more time on my hands for exercise ;-)

Past “plump”

First off, no photos of last night’s dinner because frankly, it was identical to the night before! I had the exact same Banh Mi sandwich with the exact same salad sider! Lol. Didn’t want to bore you with repetition…
This morning, Christian and I went over to Jarrito’s for breakfast, where I smuggled in a Greek yogurt to go with the Marranito I ordered for breakfast. We like to go to this Mexican bakery about once a week for a change of pace. Their pastries aren’t always the freshest (and I even got a moldy empanada a few weeks ago…figured it out HALFWAY through eating it…but we like the place and the Marranitos are pretty safe, I like to think!
In case you don’t know, a Marranito is a gingerbread-like pastry shaped like a pig. And that is very appropriate, since I wanted to be a pig and order three. But I held back and was a good girl. Can’t say I’ll be one for the rest of the day, but so far so good!

Sunday…must be Schweinebraten time!

Believe me, after last night I should have taken a second “baby-belly” photo because this one didn’t quite look the same after our dinner feast last night!
I am now officially 20 weeks into my pregnancy and in just a few days, I’ll have completed 5 months. I don’t know where the time flew, but this is amazing to me how quickly it is progressing. It’s definitely “real” now, not only to me, but to others who inevitably come up to me at the grocery store to rub and pat my tummy as I’m rubbing and patting watermelons to check their ripeness.
After an early morning power walk and a healthy (i.e. hearty) breakfast, Christian and I chatted with his brother and sister and law and their kids back home in Rohr, Bavaria, Germany. We do that every weekend and, with Skype (God, I love Skype!), it really does feel like we’re all just sitting there in Frank’s living room, having coffee together, and looking out the window onto the hauptstrasse. That’s Frank and Kathrin on the screen of my laptop.


Since Christian had promised to make his beloved (to him and to me!) Schweinebraten for us last night, I prepared myself by eating a very light lunch, by my standards, anyway. A simple salad with anything I could find and no oil, as well as a toasted baguette, no butter. A very simple but satisfying lunch, which made me feel a little less indulgent and a little more allowed to stuff myself silly at dinner!
And then, after an evening of sporadic housecleaning, movie-watching, book-reading, self-spa-day-ing, gardening and napping, it was time…

Christian labored almost three hours to make what I AND he consider to be his best go at Schweinebraten EVER…and he’s made quite a few! His Semmelknodeln were perfect, compact and not gummy. His pork had a very crisp skin with a gorgeous smoky flavor. The interior of the meat was a perfect pale pink and full of juice. The gravy he made from a Maggi mix tasted JUST like his step-dad Uli’s gravy. And his Sauerkraut just ROCKED MY WORLD. Many pregnant women can’t live without pickles. I can’t do without a dose of Sauerkraut at least twice a week.

It’s Monday. Time for a new work week, new promises to eat moderately and healthily and to exercise more. But then again, we still have lots of leftovers…

Stretch, stretch, groan, groan


There’s absolutely no hiding it now. It’s official, and it seems to have happened overnight. The growing pains in my belly, and the fact that nope, I just haven’t been overindulgent recently. I am in fact pregnant, people! The slight stares from others at my tummy, indicating their bemusement that I’d put on some weight have been replaced by the knowing look and smiles from others that there’s something other than food in there, lol.
Well, that’s not FULLY the truth. I HAVE been having way too much fun eating for two, and I need to start taking more measures to eat healthily and not reach for a honey bun at 2 p.m. like I did yesterday. 600 calories in that little thing, the same amount of calories as in my lunch and way less nutrition.
Last night we ate very healthfully, really enjoying my lemon/butter/dill tilapia, baked not fried; smashed potatoes, skin on, with buttermilk, a little parmesan and chile flakes; a green salad; and toasted baguette. And I managed to avoid dessert.
Indulgence is fun, and many times deserved, but in my case I had to hold the reins at least for a day or two, lol.

My next appointment with the perinatologist is Tuesday, and I’m still petrified to get the amniocentesis. Veryyyyyyy curious, of course, to get the gender ID, but scared there will be a problem, or something worrisome. I’ll definitely take the day off after that, because I don’t care what anyone says. Poking a mama in the tummy with a horse needle and puncturing the amniotic sac isn’t to be taken lightly.
But before I worry about that, I can look forward to another weekend in the cool mountains with Christian, small and easy hikes, watching old horror movies like “Friday the Thirteenth” or “Blair Witch Project” (always even more scary when one is staying at a little old cabin in the woods!) and finishing my Anthony Bourdain book, “Medium Raw.” I am on sabbatical from reading baby books for a week or two, just to give myself a little time to digest everything else going on. I think I’ve hit on every pregnant woman’s blog there is online, and now I need a distraction!

Don’t bash trailer trash…

Today was surely one of the most, er, creative days in my culinary repertoire. Trying to make use of what was left of our weekly groceries, we did just that. Using scraps of this and slices of that to make what I must say was a pretty darn good Sunday for eating.
For lunch, I debated whether or not to make stuffed baked potatoes, but then decided I’d at least try to make something that looked like a Sunday supper meal, with a little artistic flair. So, I sliced up the last three potatoes we had, very thinly, as well as two onions, and layered them in a Pyrex baking dish, with mozzarella cheese, ketchup and some schweinebraten seasoning, believe it or not. Call it a poor man’s potatoes anna, if you will. But it turned out amazingly well, and had the taste of the unlikely combination of French fries and raclette. Just great for such cheap ingredients.
This afternoon, we treated ourselves to Barnes and Noble, which has an in-store Starbucks. We go about once a week to have a Chai or an Americano and to flip through as many magazines as possible without looking like the freeloaders that we are (just kidding!) I usually fall prey to one of the bakery items, and that’s usually the Starbucks Blondie Blast “brownie.” But today I noticed a new one. A lemon berry parfait for about $3. I had to. Just had to. It came in a small square-shaped takeaway bowl, and had shaved white chocolate on top. God, just incredible. But it lasted about 5 bites, and for $3, I felt like I had to justify that. When we got home, I looked around at what I could make to remotely replicate that delectable parfait. Well, we had one last banana left, in its soon-to-be-sorry state, and a few Little Debby strawberry-creme rolls left. I mashed half of the banana into the container, then mashed half of the Little Debby on top, and again, creating layers that really mimicked the one I had at Starbucks. How’s that for a trailer trash dessert? Lol. Little Debbys says it all. Well, I froze it and will take it to work tomorrow to see if it passes muster.
For dinner, Christian brought us back into the higher rankings by making cheddarwurst, sauerkraut, green salad and baguette. We toasted the baguettes, pan fried the wurst, and stuffed the baguettes with sauerkraut before adding mustard and the wursts. Those wurst are the best, at least the best one can get in the highly ethnocentric El Paso, at least gastronomically. Does anyone know where one can get some really great Lyoner wurst here in El Paso, or at least in Texas?
Now I’m stuffed, as I always seem to feel these days, lol. My “little Wally” will start his or her solids with milchreis, but I’m sure he/she will progress to wurst and sauerkraut in the blink of an eye.

Constant craving…

Wow. I read that morning sickness is supposed to SUBSIDE by 9-10 weeks. Not START!! Well, forget that! My cravings and my morning sickness are coming on their own sweet time, just as this pregnancy did. I’ve always been a late bloomer, lol.
Last night, we ordered Domino’s because we were running late and couldn’t get to the grocery store (well, also we were a bit lazy). Ordered the Hawaiian with ham and pineapple, of course. I also sauteed some spinach and caramelized some jalapenos and onions to serve with the pizza and ramp up the nutritional value. On the side, Christian used up the leftover green cabbage we had to make a cold, raw slaw with just oil/vinegar/salt and pepper. And folks, THAT to me was the best part of the meal! Digging cold cabbage over cheesy, hot, decadent pizza???? SOOOOOO not me!!! I find I’m really just craving sour, sour, sour. And yes, that includes pickles. Unfortunately the brand I bought isn’t really the best (limp pickles…and please, don’t go there), but it’s satisfying the sour cravings. But I really could just eat cole slaw all day long, and drink sauerkraut juice 24/7.
Normally, I’m definitely a carb addict. Give me a loaf of bread (preferably baguette with a hard crust and soft interior) and I’m as happy as a clam. And I am digging the honey wheat bread we got in Cloudcroft, as you can see. One day and only half a loaf left. But I’m wanting to top the bread with cole slaw or sliced pickles, or pickled onions!
Why, oh why can’t I have civilized cravings that I can indulge in in public???? Whahhhhhh!

Pregnant ladies, once-pregnant ladies, or concerned significant others … what cravings did/do you have, and how long did it last?

Life’s little indulgences

Tomorrow is my first prenatal exam, and I’m already expecting to hear that I’m gaining too much weight for being so early on in my pregnancy. So today was my “last hurrah” day. Well, basically it started last night, with Christian’s cheddarwurst, sauerkraut and salad. I swear, I must have pickled my insides with all the sauerkraut I’ve been eating lately, AND Christian has suggested I keep the juice from the sauerkraut to drink when I have tummy problems (nice talk for being constipated). You can buy sauerkraut juice at the grocery store in Germany, by the way. Freaked me out when I first saw it, but it’s quite popular for regularity, like prune juice is here.
Well, Christian had to go to his job at the library today, his first week at that job, and I was solo all day. Not that I used it as an excuse to go out and shop or get an indulgent post-lunch soy cappucino and cranberry muffin. But that’s what I did. Oops! Well, I was lonely!!!
And tomorrow, it will be “Mrs. Waldmannstetter, I suggest you stick to fruit as a sweets substitute and you really don’t need to tack on that brownie right after lunch…”
In all seriousness, though, I think it’s all becoming so much more real to me, the baby growing inside of me, and I soooo want him or her to have the best nutrition possible. I’m getting the fact that by taking care of me, I’m taking care of another human being, as well. BIG wow moment!
Tonight it’s LIGHT. Tilapia cooked in foil with lime juice and chiles, served with grilled pineapple and grilled green onions. Sider of garlic foccaccia and a salad. I am getting mixed messages on Tilapia for pregnant women. Anyone with any thoughts on that? It seems to be lower in mercury, but maybe you know something I don’t?