I’m currently sitting in my hotel room in Zurich, Switzerland. It’s Sunday morning, 8 a.m. and my stomach is grumbling. The boyfriend is still sleeping but I’d rather go downstairs to the breakfast room and order a cup of fresh coffee and fill up my plate with a croissant and lots of fruits. We had a big vegan burger late last night, so I shouldn’t be hungry at all. But I guess the fresh Swiss air and lots of walking have a share in that. So now I’m patiently waiting because who needs a tired and grumpy boyfriend and let him sleep….
Around The World
In one of my latest Instagram posts I talked about the concept of home and what it means to me.
Living abroad since more than 12 years, I often get asked if I miss home. I always say no. Then people are confused and ask ‘So where is home for you?’ It’s everywhere. I’ve lived in 10 countries on 4 continents. For me home is not a place. It’s not a mindset, not a feeling. It’s not about nostalgia. And it’s not a person. Not a single experience. Neither is it the sound of crushing waves, nor the smell of my grandma’s cooking. It’s everywhere. In all of the 10 countries I’ve lived, no matter if it was for years or only a few months. It’s also in all of the 70 countries I’ve visited, every city, every meal, every new friend. Home for me is everywhere. Home is literally where I’ve been, I am or I want to be.
The response to sharing my journey and my thoughts on it was incredible. Many shared their stories too and the countries they had lived in so far and I absolutely loved reading about it. There were also a few people who were interested in the how and why. And I thought my blog is a good place to share a little bit more about this side of my life….
There are two things that went slightly wrong this week. First thing, I changed my time management and instead of randomly writing down to-do’s for that day, I allotted time slots for each tasks. This helped me to prioritize projects that are important by adding it to my morning slots. But it eventually also helps to have a better overview on which tasks take up most of your time. It is then up to you (or in this case me ) to evaluate if the right tasks actually get the most time. Well, I kind of failed. Usually I’m not even able to stick to my morning slots and work much more on one tasks than I planned for. That in return means that I’m now sitting at my laptop and I have 10 more minutes to finish this blog post and publish it before my social Friday evening begins….
I love my life. I wouldn’t want to change anything. The only thing I’m missing are family food traditions. There are just a few rare moments in my childhood that I associate with the kitchen and eating. Most of them are shaped by my two grandmothers, making buttery semolina pudding or cold cherry soup. I would visit either of them during my school holidays and enjoy spending time in the kitchen with them….
Hello dear people. I hope you had a fantastic long weekend and enjoyed the extra day off. I also hope you got the chance to spend some time outside and soaked in a few rays of sun. If not, this German Comfort Potato Soup might just be the right recipe because I heard some people in the Northern Hemisphere still face ugly things like freezing temperatures and cloudy skies. This is exactly how it looked liked in Istanbul until mid last week. So early last week I was fed up with my mind making me believe its almost summer and wanting me to eat fresh greens and fruits and my body telling me that it’s too cold for that and craving comfort food. Obviously I gave in. Not just because it was actually very cold outside but also because it’s always important to listen to your body….
Now if you think that I tell you a story about an adventurous trip to Thailand after I graduated from university. Where I drove with a small scooter through the hilly jungle landscape of the north, island hopped my way around in the south and visited way to many temples in Bangkok. Then you are wrong. Because I reserve this story for another time. Today I tell you how I fell in love with Thai food. And this didn’t happen in Thailand. Well, it kind of did. Because when I went to Thailand for the first time, I ate myself into a daily food coma with sticky rice and mango. I also had the occasional pad thai and though I liked it, it wasn’t until I moved to Hong Kong a few years later that I actually fell in love with Thai food. …
‘Chickpea tofu?’ I hear you say. ‚Is that tofu with chickpeas? Or chickpeas with soy?’ Neither nor! It’s soy-free tofu made with chickpea flour. ‚But how is that Japanese?’ I hear you say again. Fair question, so let me tell you a little story.
A few years ago I went to Japan for a few days. At that time I was living in Hong Kong and my boyfriend frequently had to go Japan for business. On one of those trips I joined him and we flew to Tokyo. Now I would call myself an avid traveller, a so-called experienced adventurer who has seen many different cultures, lived in way too many countries (though there is no such thing as too many) and even spent a long summer in South Korea. A country just a stone-throw away from Japan. But yet, the moment I stepped out of the airplane I felt like I had landed on a different planet….
Where is this beautiful place, you might wonder? So let me tell you about last weekend. We spontaneously decided that we wanted a weekend away from Istanbul as the weather forecast looked very poor and we felt like it was about time again to explore some new regions in Turkey. Initially we planed on going to Izmir but I wasn’t in the mood for such a long drive. So I literally put my finger on a map, went a little north of Izmir (closer to Istanbul) and stopped at an island, which is just a stone, throw away from Lesbos, Greece. Our destination for the weekend, Cunda island, a 4.5 h drive from Istanbul.
A word a blow and the alarm went off at 5 am on Saturday morning. The day before I had prepared a picnic basket with English Hot Cross Buns, raspberry chia jam and coconut chia cream. I had hoped that we would find a nice spot on the way but unfortunately almost the entire route was built up with houses and factories. And so we quickly agreed it was better to wait for some peaceful greenery than sitting next to the highway. In hindsight, this was the best decision. Because as soon as we reached Cunda island, or how I would call it “the island of olive trees”, I spotted the perfect tree for our picnic….
This week has been a successful week. I finally managed to make two savory recipes in the row. I also sticked to my goal of only recreating and veganizing food I got to know on my travels. And I have to admit that I enjoy the challenge and feel like I finally put some more thinking and research into my recipes. I also managed to set up a new blog section, called Resources. My plan is to share more about my photography process with you. In the future I’ll be uploading tutorials, equipment posts and answers to frequently asked questions. For now I’ve set up a small shop where you can buy the Lightroom presets I use to my moody food photography. And last but not least I finally changed my branding and I’m now slowly rolling it out on my blog and social media channels.
I’ll leave the change of branding to another time, once it’s all completely set up but I’m super excited about it. How do you like the new logo? Anyway, because I’ve worked so much on “behind the scenes” things on my blog and business, I didn’t have the time and energy to write a proper blog post. So unfortunately (or maybe fortunately depending if you like to read anything other than recipes), this post will be quick and easy. Just like my previous ones. Or just like this vegan quiche….
My culinary journey continues. Today I’m travelling back home. Though home in a broad sense. More like back home to Germany but not back home to my part of Germany. Because Maultauschen or German Giant Pasta Pockets are not very common in the northern part of Germany. Maultaschen are a Swabian recipe and I’ve never had these pasta pockets until I visited a friend from Southern Germany in my early twenties. As a lover of all things pasta I don’t need to tell you what I ate every week once I moved to Munich a few years later.
In Germany you find pre-made Maultaschen in almost every supermarket. Back then I always bought the veggie version though the original recipe calls for a lot of meat. My Giant German Pasta Pockets (Maultaschen) are vegan but still with the very traditional flavours of spinach and nutmeg. Some people use only flour to create the dough which is more soft and similar to Italian ravioli pasta dough. I love my Maultaschen to be a little coarse and rough, so I replaced half the flour with corn semolina. Maultaschen taste best on the first day….