Archive for November, 2013

Irish Mashed Potatoes

Posted in Food, Travel with tags , , on November 24, 2013 by David McInerny

IMG_3323I had this side dish a few times in Germany last week. I don’t know if it’s truly Irish, but if they have any sense they’ll claim it. It’s a simple improvement on standard mashed potatoes, and I encourage you to try it this Thanksgiving.

Don’t get hung up on the ratios, but the three main ingredients are potatoes (duh), onions and carrots. For reference though, assume for every lb. of spuds, you’ll need one medium yellow onion and and one medium carrot. Boil the potatoes as normal, and roughly chop the carrots and onion. Boil the carrots separately from the potatoes, and sautee the onions in olive oil until it is browned and caramelized.

Drain the carrots and put into the potato pot, and add the sautéed onion. Continue to boil until the carrots are soft. Drain the vegetables, and return to the pot to mash coarsely with a hand masher, adding the usual amount of butter, milk or sour cream, and salt and pepper. Serve with gravy – I recommend pork gravy.

 

Amsterdam – the neighborhoods

Posted in Travel with tags , on November 17, 2013 by David McInerny

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Amsterdam – the sights

Posted in Travel with tags , on November 14, 2013 by David McInerny
Van Gogh Museum

Van Gogh Museum

 

Heineken Brewery

Heineken Brewery

National Museum

National Museum

Rembrandt's House

Rembrandt’s House
Anne Frank

Anne Frank

Anne Frank House

Anne Frank House

Rembrandt Square

Rembrandt Square

The Weigh House

The Weigh House

Goedemorgen!

Posted in Food, Travel with tags , , on November 13, 2013 by David McInerny

IMG_3245There is a small balcony outside of my room on Dam square in Amsterdam, and I woke early and stood in the dark of the morning, enjoying a break in the rain and an orange Fanta. (I rarely drink soda, but orange Fanta was a rare treat when I was a kid living in Europe, and there’s a nostalgia for me in drinking it again.) While I enjoy the brightness of the stars after a night of showers, a pair of all-night revelers cross the Dam, weaving and talking loudly enough to wake Rembrandt. Suddenly, a cacophony of keys and coins banging against windows by the rudely awoken erupts up and down the hotel. The rebuke, of course, only emboldens the pair on the square below, who immediately break into song. The lack of melody and increased barrage of window tapping send me smiling back into the room.

It takes pretty inclement weather to drive a Dutchmen inside for his morning coffee or tea. Like throughout Europe, the tradition of the outdoor cafe runs strong in Holland, but unlike other countries that use heaters and temporary plastic shelters to extend the outdoor experience into the winter, the hearty Dutch are content with a warm cap, possibly a small umbrella, as they sit in the drizzle sipping a hot drink, often leaving the cosy and dry indoor seating empty. But it is inside where I go.

After a late dinner of Dutch Rijstafel, that local variation of spicy Indonesian cuisine, I’m not particularly hungry, but when the proprietor tells me he’s just made fresh quiche Lorraine, I can’t resist. The quiche goes great with a strong cup of coffee, and I even find myself enjoying the colorful side of pickled vegetables. Are Americans the only country to completely eschew vegetables or legumes for breakfast? Thinking that this might be another key to the secret of the health and longevity of other cultures, I resolve to start eating mashed potatoes with gravy for breakfast when I return home.

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Deutsche Bundesbahn

Posted in Travel with tags , , , on November 11, 2013 by David McInerny

IMG_3238The 1:29 pm train from Frankfurt to Amsterdam pulled out from the main station at precisely 1:29 pm. If any country runs a train system better than Germany and Switzerland, I have yet to discover it. The trains are always clean and quiet, and the restaurant car serves amazingly good food. First class isn’t a ridiculous surcharge and is well worth the leather seats, ample legroom, free newspaper, coffee and snacks and an attendant for each car.

One particularly satisfying part of the German rail service occurs when you purchase a ticket. Tellers make it a point of honor to never charge full fare, and the search for a discount is entertainment itself.  Frequent traveler card? No. Student? No. Over 60? No. Handicapped? Not physically.

After a few more moments of scowling at the computer screen, the teller’s face suddenly brightened and she informed me that the tracks were under repair near Amersfoort, and the requisite train change would cause me a degree of inconvenience. As a result, she was authorized to give me a discount. With her honor retained, and my wallet less violated, I walked away with my ticket.

Train travel triggers introspection as the pastures, mountains and small burgs pass by the window. For me, these are times when I become glorious aware that I am in Europe! I climbed on the train in Frankfurt, Germany and I will step off in Amsterdam, The Netherlands. Wow. I have been fortunate to travel internationally my entire life, but these moments of epiphany remain super-charged, and I will never, ever take them for granted.

The train stopped for a moment, and I looked up from my book to see the Gothic magnificence of Cologne’s cathedral filling my window. As I said, super-charged.

 

Frankfurt Altstadt

Posted in Books, Food, Travel with tags , , , , on November 8, 2013 by David McInerny

IMG_3219There is a comfort in visiting German cities in that there is always the reliable Altstadt, or Old City, predictably waiting in the epicenter of town. Simply look for the tallest church spire in the skyline and walk toward it. Soon cars will be diverted away, and the streets will turn cobbled. Then a main square opens up revealing the church, ornate 18th century structures, and the formidable Rathaus, or Town Hall. Frankfurt is no exception. 

It’s easy to understand why the welcoming feel of the typical German Altstadt has been the inspiration of places as diverse as Epcot and downtown Vail. Impeccably clean and tidy, Frankfurt’s Altstadt is as inviting as any German city, but with more of a sense of coziness than Munich’s or Cologne’s. While, as anywhere, you’ll pay more for a meal for the privilege of location and a view, once situated the tourist is welcomed and his rusty German tolerated, if with mild amusement. Outdoor cafes abound, as do the inimitable German Gasthaus, guesthouse, which is the equivalent of the French bistro. The culinary anchor of Frankfurt’s square is the Schwartzer Stern, or Black Star restaurant, and its prices reflect its reputation. I prefer a seat outside at a cafe, where I can watch an accordionist and clarinetist play soft jazz to the passersby for coins tossed on a blanket.

The Frankfurt Altstadt has the additional benefit of boasting the birthplace of Germany’s literary son, Goethe. Faust, his great tragic play, is still a perennial favorite among Germans and remains on the “great books” list of major Universities. It was a joy to stumble across the house and have a surprise chance to see the excellent museum inside.

Frankfurt is the European hub for many U.S. airlines so, if on the way to Munich, Paris, or Rome you have a layover in Frankfurt lasting more than two hours, the Altstadt here is well worth the ten minute cab ride from the airport.

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