Pork Belly for Uschi! Supper Club Recap Frankfurt March 21


1503.1_Uschi_CoverHave you ever been to a hair salon for dinner? 15 guests enjoyed this experience two weeks ago, when my friends from  the Ceci n’est pas un restaurant supper club – featuring yours truly – hit Uschi’s hair salon in Frankfurt and served up a fabulous 5 course dinner amidst mirrors, vanity tables and hairdressing supplies after closing time. Continue reading

Red Rice Pilaw with Salsiccia Sausage

1404.1_coverIt’s been a while since I last shared something with you. Almost a month has passed, and in that time, so much has changed. In a good way, that is: the world has turned from grey to green, there are flowers and blooming trees everywhere, mild weather, whiffs of flowers and grass, open ice cream parlors, kissing couples, a slight tan on my face already. Although I’m not much of a spring person, I can’t but feel revived. Walking around the city and along the banks of the Rhine river, I keep hearing the first three movements of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons in my head (even without my iPod): the quick movements in a pronounced electro-pop-ish version, a kind of “Vanessa Mae and Emily Autumn wearing neon catsuits and playing their e-violins hanging from helicopters over Shanghai by night” interpretation (excuse my imagery). The slow movement in a solemn, almost sacral character, with hints of sadness laced through (gosh, I really am dramatic today). Springtime, in both its facets – happy and contemplative, vivacious yet still a bit drowsy – seems to be “on steroids” to me this year. Maybe that is why I don’t feel quite there yet with all the springy lightness. I’m allegro non molto this year. Continue reading

Spice Route Scented Pork Belly

1312.1_coverI know, this is a bit groundhog-day: Just the other week I put a whole turkey in the oven, this week it is a piece of pork belly – carniporn galore. But somehow, especially this time of the year, the old-fashioned business of having a roast in the oven and having the aromas permeate the kitchen (or the whole house for that matter) seems to provide a sense of coziness and succor that I need and crave. Continue reading