So where's the snow?

Muddling through in Austria; God, life and a small black dog


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Garden Time;Katastrophe!

We’re not entirely sure of the cause, but we’ve lost all out tomatoes in the greenhouse and the cucumbers are rotting on the stems.  It could be a reaction to the intense heat, or a virus, but with two species of plants affected, I suspect the heat. At the same time, the Okaido pumpkin is blooming.

 So it means rather than having a colourful salad filled summer – I do like my cucs and toms, it’ll be green salad or begging off a smug Mr Paggy for some  veggies………


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Weekly Photo Challenge -Today

Today, Dave and I have been enjoying Kaiserschmarrn at the Josef Merle Huette, in Shoenfeld.  This is Austria‘s most favourite pudding.  Best enjoyed after a good walk!  It’s basically a sweet pancake, cooked in butter, accompanied by ApfelMus – pureed apples or a compot of any fruit. It is mashed up and dusted with icing sugar. This one only got 8/10 as there was a little too much butter and no sultanas in the mix. We always rate our when we are in a mountain hut!

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Fish and Chips and Homesickness

Not so happy cows, just turned onto the Alm, June 2010

One of the few programmes that Dave and I enjoy on the Austrian TV is Sarah Wiener and her cooking adventures as she gathers the ingredients for a meal, usually taking part in harvesting them, she takes an instamatic photo of herself and then beetles off in her car to cook them and of course everyone loves them.  She now has a new series set in Englandwith Gary Rhodes offering tips.  I just wish I could cut off the translation as she speaks a lot in English as do obviously all the people she meets.  She started in Whitby, at the Magpie Café, cooking fish and chips.  We were quite unsurprised to see she had tartare sauce with them as most people here go a shade of green when we say we have vinegar on ours!  Oh it looked so tasty, Dave and I fantasized about Greasy Nicks in New Milton (not the real name) and family fish and chip meals in Swanage, especially the restaurant by the quay whose name I can’t remember, or sitting in the ozone filled breeze by the beach.

Homesickness hit me in the guts.  I missed my kids. I mourned that we’ll never be a houseful on a Sunday for a roast, my kids have their own lives and even now its maybe too late to re-create the links.  One of the costs of coming here.  And no bloody fish and chips in the Lungau. Don’t   know if I can face watching more of the series!