The 8th Night :

Our search for sufganiot here in Hamburg left us somewhat disgruntled. We ate our way through several dry , tasteless and oily doughnuts before we realized we would have to take matters into our own hands and make our own Hanukkah-worthy desert. In the end we decided on an Italian olive oil and orange zest cake from one of my favorite cookbooks "The Frankies". I'm pretty sure those good Catholic boys didn't have Hanukkah in mind when they put it in their book, but it turned out fabulous and festive (And has definitely has enough oil in it to qualify !) It's a simple, humble looking cake but be warned- it is highly addictive. Don't say you weren't warned if you suddenly notice you've eaten it for breakfast lunch and dinner....

*not that that happened around here, of course

You can find the recipe here
And the key to the cake is a really good fragrant olive oil ,and a little more zest than the recipe calls for.

the end.

Oh, and Happy Hanukkah !

The kitchen at Schumannstraße gets pimped or ; How we won the Western Hemisphere

After a few unsuccessful bids, a painful loss involving the Eastern Hemisphere and additional time wasted lurking around eBay, I finally got my hands on a vintage school map which now graces our kitchen wall and adds a certain flair to all meals eaten in it's shadows. All other plans to show you around the place are on hold until the sun shines enough to allow some decent pictures (which by the way things are looking around here, might not happen until Spring).

60!

Just because I was internet-less on the momentous occasion of my father's 60th birthday does not mean that I am willing to miss the opportunity to publish something this wonderful from the family archives...




so there you go.
Happy Birthday Abba, ad 120 !

Weihnachtsmarkt

In what can only be described as a freak accident,
the sun came out the other day...

We celebrated by eating sausages, Apfelstrudel ,
as well as other shameful and tasty seasonal fare

Ti Breizh

Attempting to survive the rain, sleet, hail AND snow we had really no choice but to seek shelter in one of Hamburg's coziest spots. Right on the Nikolai canal and off one of the oldest streets in the city, Ti Breizh is a Creperie that serves traditional Breton buckwheat galletes. Purists can enjoy them plain in all of their paper thin glory, but true to form we went for the ones with ridiculously wonderful french goat cheese. (That one does seem like a no-brainer...) To add to the charm, all of the waiters wear striped fishermen's shirts.