Showing posts with label Prague. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Prague. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Milano & Home

I have been SO delinquent in the postings. My last two weeks have been crazy, but incredibly besutiful, fun, and awe-inspiring. I have so much to write about and will spread it out over the next few days. I am currently in Milan, but will be leaving in just 11 short hours for home. Yes home. I am leaving Europe, and all the 6 countries that I have called home the last three months. I say six countries because they have all in some way have been some place special, some place where I could see myself, if given the chance, living for some time in my life. Obviously, my time in France became my home and I really miss all that I was able to get to know and meet.
Friend's & I at a dinner party
Caitlin & I at the Cenac Rugby Bodega
Albert & I at the St Cyprien Night Market

I went to England, and found myself wanting to spend much more time there with a certain someone.

I would say that this fireworks at the last Night at the Proms explains the feeling quite well
I went to Italy to follow my food passions and learn what 5,000 farmers from 150 countries are doing to preserve their food heritage and culture.

Wishes at the Trevi Fountain
Terra Madre 2010
I went to Germany, to get in touch with my family roots.
Market in Munich, no WONDER I love these swings so much

I went to the Czech Republic not knowing what to expect and only to find that Prague reminded me so much of my favorite city in the world, San Fransisco.

So not the Golden Gate Bridge, but there was just something that connected this city to home
And finally, I went to Switzerland, to discover some of the greatest beauty I have seen in any landscape.


So it only makes sense that I am here in Milan, on my last night in Europe, with a wonderful family. They are the family of our friend Tony, and graciously accepted me into their house very last minute. Mom and Dad don't speak any English and Ivana, their daughter, does her best in translating our conversations (and she is REALLY good at it). But even without directly speaking to one another, I have again found myself in a place that feels like home.  It only seems appropriate to be in this home before I embark on my 18 hour journey in the morning back to the Bay. We spent a few hours "talking" about our respective homes, their love for their native Calabria, and my love for Sonoma County. I showed the pictures of my family and friends. But without speaking anything at all, we bonded over the language of food.

lunch for us four

Wonderful salumi-like cured pork from Calabria
1st course-antipasto of the pork, cheese, pickled vegetables

2nd course-pasta with a DUCK and pork ragu. She started cooking this before I got up for even breakfast!



3rd course, 'fried' chicken and potaotes

And a wonderful pannacotta that we had to eat a view hours later after a nap because I was so full. But, sitting in their living room, we laughed and enjoyed the meal together, and I couldn't help but feel part of the family. 

Now I head home to my own family and I say goodbye to this three month chapter in my life. It was an amazing experience and I know that my adventure is not yet over. There is too much good food and good people to not just get out there to taste and meet everyone. And this blog is not over either! During this last two weeks I have had some incredible encounters with people and food, just not enough time to write about them. So on my 12 and a half hour flight from Zurich to Los Angeles (and my two one hour flights before and after), I will be writing away and posting upon my return to the Bay. From there, I will see where my life will take me as I begin the real quest to figure out what I want to do with my life, and of course, document and share with you my food moments along the way.

Friday, October 22, 2010

PRAHA


“Welcome to the Czech Republic” or “Vítejte na Česká Republika“

Well, that’s what we would have heard if we had arrived by plane. Instead, we went by train, through the German and Czech countryside’s to reach Prague, the heart of the Czech Republic. We weren’t greeted with a welcome at all in fact, just some angry train employee, yelling at us furiously in a foreign tongue which we promptly translated to –“What the hell are you doing on the train still? Get off NOW” message. Didn’t help that we had traveled to a country where neither of us knew any language (now that I’m gone I still couldn’t say hello, thank you, or please) nor the fact that we hadn’t slept much the night before after venturing out to the beer gardens one last time. Either way, we were in the Czech Republic, welcome at that moment or not.

For me, traveling to Prague was full of unknowns. It was a city or a country not touched upon in any of my history classes. Sure I learned about the Soviet Union and some about communism, but very little about this Eastern Europe foreign land. In learning about countries in school, I find that you often learn a little bit about what they eat-or often what they are not eating that they used to in times of desperation and starvation.  I have had for some time some interest in visiting this Bohemian land and was very interested in learning its culture, history, and its edibles.  I had a feeling it would be some like German food we had been eating for the last three days in Munich. And with three nights in Prague, I was willing and wanting to find out. 
Well, that quest kind of failed. Not entirely as I ate pretty well in Prague, but as a major metropolitan city, international foods tend to dominate the scene.  To find real Czech food, it normally meant that you ventured into a very touristy restaurant, or as Lexi put it, “their version of a TGI Fridays “ (which they awkwardly had several of around the city). That meal went undocumented but was very good. Lexi had a potato soup in a bread bowl and I had a Pilsner beef goulash with bread dumplings and potato pancakes. We later found out that the restaurant we did go to (though a chain and everywhere) is where you can really find the best Czech food. And at about 300 Koruna’s, it was one of our cheapest meals yet and we even HAD beer with it!

I actually found that the greatest divulge into Czech cuisines was in a little Spice and Cheese Fair in the center of Old Town Prague and in their grocery store itself, even if the store was the British chain TESCO.
 



The Market, Svatky koreni a syru, or Holidays of spices and cheese, was similar to the market we went to in Germany. Except no goods, no children’s rides, just food :)
 

Entrance to the market

After perusing the stands for what we wanted to eat, seeing dough fried and slathered in cheese,
 

To large pieces of ham, rotating on a spit, 

 
We decided on the longest line in the bunch to get some sausages. I can tell you one thing, the Czech, just as the Germans, seem to love their sausages.  After waiting in line and it became our turn, we had the choice to pick out of three-though the three are no where listed on the menu, all it said was “Sausage 60kc” hmmm….We picked a lighter one and a darker one and slathered with mustard to enjoy.


Though it was 6 Degrees Celsius out, the “dog” was warm and delicious, and I repeatedly went back to the stand to lather the spicy mustard on. Not a bad lunch! But naturally, we sought out some desert.

Caitlin and Albert  were kind enough to introduce me via Skype to one of their friends who lives and owns a bakery in Prague, luckily for Lexi and I, very near the very square we were standing in. We made the short walk to The Bakeshop and ordered a delightful piece of chocolate cheesecake, something both of us had been craving and missing.
YUM
 Along with the cake we ordered a cappuccino, as the place is rumored to be Tom Cruise’s favorite coffee in town when he is town filming, which he was at the time we were there for Mission Impossible: 4.
 

It was a fabulous way to end the afternoon.



That night for dinner, Lexi and I decided to cook for ourselves .So we braved the Czexh version of the TESCO, and the first dilemma was trying to find the correct change to get a grocery cart. Luckily the security guard stepped in and gave us a plastic coin instead. Next dilemma, try to figure out what the heck everything was. We stuck to foods we knew and found some delicious stuff.


Some sausage?
Sliced meats?
Milk?
HEINZ ketchup??
 No we settled on some veggies, eggs and potatoes, what we COULD recognize.

Our cart
We even got come Moravian wine!

What a wonderful adventure in Prague. Now I'm BACK in Italy, for Terre Madre with my Dad, stay tuned!