In October 2018, ten of us, cousins and spouses, ventured on a two-week trip to South Africa, organized by our youngest cousin, who grew up in South Africa. We took an overnight flight from Zurich, and arrived 9 hours later in Johannesburg where we were whisked off to the Johannesburg Country Club, a left over cluster of old manors and lounges from the Brits, sprawled over a few acres of groomed gardens and surrounded by a ten foot high wall, topped with electric security wires. Over a scrumptious, extended lunch we were treated to a bit of history from our cousin who loved this country of his birth with a natural passion and he also knew that we were curious and keen to know where we were.
Rösti is an all time favorite ‘poor man’ left-over recipe and is served for dinner or lunch – never for breakfast – in most Swiss homes and restaurants, including the high-end gourmet palaces like the ‘Dolder Grand’ or the ‘Kronenhalle’, usually as an accompaniment to seared calf liver or ‘Zürich Geschnetzeltes’which is scalloped sirloin in a cream sauce with mushrooms.
Here is how it goes:
Boil half a dozen whole potatoes (yukon or white) until cooked (ca. 15-20 min)
drain water and let the potatoes sit for a couple of days (2-4) on top of the fridge or out of the way, no need to refrigerate
Now the potatoes are firm and easy to peel, then grate or shred them into fettuccini sized strips
heat 2 tbsp of bacon fat or butter in a frying pan (cast or stick-free)
add the shredded potatoes, turn over two or three times on high heat
turn heat down and let sit for a few minutes (2-3)
gently mix a couple more times
now leave it alone and let it cook on medium heat for ca. 8-10 min, until the bottom is brown and crisp
Cover the potatoes in the frying pan with a plate and flip the whole works over so the Rösti comes to rest on the serving plate with the crisp, browned side up
You can also add bacon cubes and/or finely chopped onions to the mix but fry them first before adding the potatoes
When I was a kid I always garnished the Rösti with a couple of fried eggs over top and my mom insisted on a green salad on the side
Rösti goes well as a side dish with veal stroganoff (or Zurich Geschnetzeltes) sausages or pork cutlets or seared calf liver or just green salad.
The LNG powered ferry from Tallinn, Estonia, to Helsinki takes two and a half hours and is a glitzy, floating restaurant, lounge, bar and garden patio with several large TV’s, a kids era, a live band and a whole floor dedicated to shopping. You can buy a fancy watch or designer clothes while drinking a glass of champagne. Living in a ferry dependent community as we are here on the Sunshine Coast, this was a jaw dropping luxury cruise compared to the old rusty and creaky, diesel powered boats plying the waters of B.C. Mind you that crossing cost $ 50.- p/person as in compare to $ 17.- or free for seniors during the week.
Who doesn’t like pizza ? Nobody. It’s the ultimate universal meal or snack and ranks in popularity right next to bread and chocolate.
Here is an easy recipe for home made pizza which tastes so much better then anything you order in a restaurant or that comes in a cardboard box. And it’s soo easy to make and so adaptable to your personal tastes and likes. Just look in the fridge.
If there is some left over spaghetti sauce or salsa, maybe half a jar of pesto, some mozzarella or marble cheese, tomatoes and onions you already have all it takes to build a basic pizza. Add any other ingredients you have, like olives, mushrooms, garlic, any kind of peppers, spices and if you like a meaty pizza add ham, salami, pepperoni or my favorite, prosciutto.
Of course there is no pizza without the base and here is how you can really impress yourself (and your guests). Make your own dough! Do you have flower in the house? How about some salt and maybe a packet of east? That’s it. Just add water and a bit of olive oil.
Of course the real secret to the perfect pizza is where and how you cook it. Nothing is easier and soo perfect. Not everybody has a pizza oven but almost everybody owns a bbq ! It helps if you have a round pizza stone on which to bake your pizza. I’ve used 12” tiles from the building supply (clay or granite, some tiles will crack from the heat) and they worked just fine.
Here is how you make the dough for one large delicious pizza:
3 cups (450 gr, 1lb) flower (unbleached white or whole wheat)
1 tsp yeast (you can skip the yeast if you want a really thin crust)
1/2 tsp salt
1 tsp olive oil
add some rosemary
1 cup (2.5 dl) warm water
mix and knead by hand, form into a ball , cover it with a tea towel and let sit at room temp for a couple of hours
roll it out into the size and shape you like
sprinkle some corn meal on the stone (helps to prevent sticking) and lay out the dough, curling up the edges.*
Spread the sauce, salsa or pesto. Next comes the grated cheese, be generous and cover the whole dough, then add whatever else you want over top of the cheese
Heat the bbq tp to 500° (hot !) and slide in the pizza.
Have a look after 12-15 min. It’s ready when the edges go brown and the dough is stiff. Check it by lifting it with a spatula. Watch you don’t burn it.
Oh, so delicious !
Merlot (from the Okanagan) will go great with any pizza !
Where the rich come to play
And the poor come to pay.
As soon as you step into the arrival and departure lounge the mechanical whirring, dinging and ringing of the ubiquitous slot machines permeates the atmosphere like everywhere in Las Vegas. This soundscape of gaming lures the masses to sit in front of, and feed money into, these blinking and clanging automated gaming terminals, depicting in bright neon lit screens various cartoon like scenes of fantasy themes, television and Hollywood icons. Casinos are at the heart of Las Vegas and they are the foundation on which this city has been built on and is still supporting thousands of jobs and the 150’000 hotel rooms. In this mirage in the desert you can go from the Coliseum in Rome to the Eifel tower in Paris to the canals and palaces of Venice, the roller coaster and Greenwich Village in New York or enter the pyramid in Luxor by just crossing Las Vegas Boulevard on one of the many elevated and escalator equipped crosswalks.
Seventy years ago Las Vegas was just a dusty old western village where today Freemont Street is covered by the ‘world’s largest’ video screen. This section features zip-lines under the video canopy with hourly visual effect shows to 80ies rock music like The Who or Heart. Its’ gaudily lit casinos and restaurants are older and a bit seedier then the glitzy new palaces on the strip, with lots of freaky performers at street level entertaining the crowds for spare change. Restaurants like ‘The Heart Attack Grill’ where 350lbs eat for free can be found here.
After I sat down across from Camp who was pawing his silly gadget we commented on the weather, the sorry state of the US body politic, the Russian aggression on the Ukrainian border and the ongoing crisis of the Covid pandemic. So many people dying prematurely and unnecessary and so much trouble in the world.
‘Are you afraid of death?’ I asked Camp, off the cuff, like asking him about what he had for dinner.
He gave me a funny look, took a sip and then said: ‘I’m not afraid of death, just of dying. Suffering and loss of physical functions and memory are what I’m scared about. Death itself, the grim reaper, could be a welcome sight, almost a relief I think.’
‘What about after death? Aren’t you afraid of what comes after?’
‘Like what? Heaven or hell?
‘Or eternal darkness,’ I said. ‘Lights out, show over.’Continue reading
‘Is this the pandemic that never ends?’ I asked Camp after we both huddled around our beers at our usual table. I was feeling kind of gloomy about the relentless harsh and wet weather, the daily covid statistics and the fact that being boosted doesn’t provide any privileges or special status. And the conservative US Supreme Court has struck down Biden’s vaccine and testing requirement mandates for big business but we’re all forced into mandates by the irresponsible behaviour of a radical, self-serving minority.
‘If you would have told me two years ago that we’re at this stage in the pandemic I would have thought you were the worst pessimist ever but here we are.’Continue reading
When the sun shines and the skies are blue there is no place more scenic and awe inspiring then the dotted, pale blue waters of the Salish sea, rimmed by the snow peaked coastal mountains. As the days are getting longer by the minute, walking along the shore to our watering hole always lifts my spirits, rain, snow or shine. We’ve had some extreme winter weather lately, with snow falls not seen since 2008. The white stuff turned the Sunshine Coast into winter wonderland with kids tobogganing up and down residential neighbourhoods, being the only traffic on these streets. We were all getting our exercise shovelling the white stuff, clearing our driveways and meeting our neighbours who we never really talk to since everybody is always coming and going. Playing in the white stuff wasn’t just for kids. Clare and I managed to go snow shoeing on Dakota Ridge which is every bit as alpine and snowbound as the well-known resorts and ski hills on the mainland.
‘Well, I’m glad you’re able to appreciate the snow which basically slows down traffic at the book store to a wintry freeze frame. Time to go over some depressing Christmas bills and back orders. We’re not equipped for winter or prolonged arctic freezes. We can deal with the rain but when it turns white, it’s a whole other world out there.’Continue reading
Camp is taking some time off from the bookstore and our pub has closed the doors until the New Year. We’re in the midst of the coldest week anybody can remember around here. Snow up to mid-calf and double digit minus temps ever since Christmas. Inside weather, that’s what it is. Instead of New Year’s Eve in an exotic locale, we’re staying home, make a camp fire in the snow, play some card games and maybe watch a silly movie. Here is my recap of the tumultuous year 2021.
While Omicron is lurking around every corner, we will have to pretend that life goes on and drink our beers with joy and be merry despite feeling demoralized and even defeated by the poxy virus. On top of that we’re all fed up with the depressing politics like from the emerging dictatorship in Moscow to the evolving fascist state in Washington, from the stone age Taliban to the collapse of Lebanon. Maybe Chile offers a glimpse of hope. They have elected Gabriel Boric, a 35 year old millennial socialist but we’ve seen this movie before. Wasn’t Mugabe a socialist and Ortega?
Not a day goes by without a constant barrage of instant newsfeeds, alerts and announcements about the pandemic, making us all into amateur scientists or worse, conspirators. We have the vaccinated majority and those refusing to listen to their teachers, parents, scientists and even politicians. I don’t get it. I’m a sceptic myself but getting the vaccine was an easy choice. If I have a headache, I take a pill. Do I know what’s in it, who makes money from it or if they have long term effects? The new covid-variant is so contagious that just being anywhere near it can lead to an infection. To take the vaccine is as easy as drinking a cup of coffee, even if you don’t like coffee. Just take it. For yourself and the good of the community.
This pandemic killed and is killing a lot of old people in the past year – our elders really – but we don’t honour our old folks as elders who have a lot of experience and wisdom to share and impart. Here is an interesting sidebar to this problem: ‘Granny dumping is an international Emergency Room event where one’s inconvenient elder arrives in the ER with a packed suitcase for a brief stay over the holiday season,’ Dr. Alan Drummond from Perth, Ontario, said and then goes on: ‘We don’t seem to have an elder-care strategy. This problem is just a sad comment on where we’re at as a society and how little we value our elders.’
During this pandemic it has become blatantly and embarrassingly obvious that getting old is not a dignified affair in most cases, being sequestered into warehouses and silos, euphemistically called old-folks or care homes. The expensive care we give consists of food, shelter and meds. Not so much companionship, involvement or respect.
How do we, as a society, change our attitude towards our old fellow humans? Not as long as we’re too busy chasing money, careers, the best schools for the kids, holidays in exotic places and bigger and better homes. Old-folks-homes should be built on top of kindergartens and care givers should be paid twice what they are right now.
Lucky are those who still have their minds and are able to do their own ablutions and make some choices. Lucky those as well who are part of an extended family or household, have young people around and are included in everyday life and lucky those who have no clue what goes on around them.
How about the changing environment, the largest looming catastrophe that we want to wish away and delete from our minds and lives? We’ve seen the symptoms of it in our erratic weather last year. Let’s face it, we cannot engineer our way out of the mess we created. Not when 8 billion people want what we have here in the west: electric cars, flat screen TV’s, gadgets and gizmos and homes with two car garages. We can’t even deliver clean drinking water to everybody, never mind shelter, food and health.
Sequestering carbon into the ground or seeding the atmosphere with reflecting particles isn’t going to fix the melting arctic, the die-off of hundreds of species and the rising temperatures or the resulting wars, famines and desperate migrations of millions. Not as long as we consider the environment as something apart from us; over there in those other places; not in my perfect little back yard. We are part of the environment. We are in it. It is in us. We need to embrace it, live in it, feel it, heal it. With our minds, our bodies and our actions. Every day, everywhere.
I have to admit that I’m just a modern-day fossil burner, polluter, and litterer (I have my refuse taken away) and waster of energy. I try and do the right and responsible thing, but only within my comfort zone, not wanting to give up anything important like my 4×4 truck, my beer or my holidays in the sun. Let’s face it, I’m going to be ok – I’ve already had a good, long life – but I’m worried about the kids and their future but then again, parents during the medieval dark ages probably said the same about their kid’s future. Little did they know that a thousand years on those kids would have little gadgets in their pockets with all the knowledge of the world accessible to them at the touch of a button via an Avatar voice, move around in climate-controlled capsules and fly across oceans and continent in a matter of hours in big silvery metal birds.
It’s been an interesting year starting with an insurrection and a new President in the US and finishing with an aggressive mutation of the same Covid-19 virus. We had a year of freaky weather around here: heat domes with temps up to 40 degrees. It cooked millions of shellfish exposed at low tides. Then came the atmospheric rivers, flooding much of the farmland in the Fraser valley. Bridges and roads were swept away, livestock drowned, houses flooded and lives ruined. All the physical damage can be repaired and replaced but the human cost is not so easily fixed.
We live in the best of times but it’s a tenuous existence and we’ll do well to cherish what we have, take care of each other and work towards a better future, for all it’s worth. Nothing else will do and doing the ostrich thing is not an option.
It’s good to dream and have uplifting fantasies. It makes reality easier to live with. There is a German proverb: Hope dies last. Let’s hope for a better year and a new beginning, the end of the pandemic, a democratic sweep of Congress, better weather, no new wars and health and happiness all around.
Next week I look forward to catching up with Camp, who I’m sure will have something to say about the past, the present and the future.
Auld Lang Syne, out with the old, in with the New.
Since Camp is keeping the bookstore open late for the Christmas season we decided to miss a couple of Thirsty Thursdays and instead meet for Christmas dinner with our partners, Clare and Muriel at their house. We’re all triple vaccinated and Omicron aware. I’m taking this opportunity to post a personal opinion on this snowy morning, which Camp would surely support.
What binds us together as a people is communication and since Descartes pointed it out, we have known that reason is the basis of communication. Without reason, we veer off into insults, unfounded claims and exclusion. This is exactly what is happening today – and it is very dangerous. Because without dialogue, ideologies cannot be overcome. Every trend passes at some point. But what is happening now is frightening and is more than a trend, it’s the division of reason, common sense and science against nonsense, rhetoric and dogmas.Continue reading
It’s hard to start any conversation without the latest new buzz-word, another Greek letter, Omicron. Two weeks ago, we had never heard of this latest mutation or variant of the dreaded Covid virus and today it’s Back to the Future and Groundhog Day all rolled into one. Luckily, we can still meet at the pub and my partner in beer is already comfortably ensconced in one of the new comfy patio chairs in our lair by the sea.
‘Don’t even ask me about the latest travel advisory by the feds,’ Camp said, holding up a hand to stop me.
‘You’re a good mind reader,’ I said, ‘but I would like to hear your opinion on it.’Continue reading
‘The unvaccinated have a great moral dilemma,’ I said to Camp, as our first pints arrived and we were comfortably seated in our favorite chairs.
‘We cannot disregard the simple fact that the unvaccinated are now drawing heavily on the good will of their fellow human beings. At the same time, they themselves do not show the solidarity to get vaccinated and thus avoid hospitalization. In many intensive care units, 90 percent of Covid patients are unvaccinated. They consume enormous resources there. Not just beds, medicines or machines – the real problem is their ‘consumption’ of human attention and care.Continue reading
‘Last week I found myself in a monster shopping mall and I literally panicked. ‘Get me out of here,’ is all I could hear in my head and I furtively looked for exit signs like a trapped rabbit. I even forgot why we were in this consumer hell – or is it heaven? – We were looking for some new sheets, I think. Clare had to take me by the arm and steer me out of this climate-controlled environment and into the pouring rain like a wayward dog. I felt so relieved. ‘There is a restaurant over there. Wait for me there,’ she said, ‘I’ll be right back.’ Two pints or an hour later she showed up with a couple of glitzy bags. ‘Look what I found,’ she gushed, ‘a sweater, a rain jacket and matching shoes. All on sale.’ ‘What about the sheets?’ I asked. ‘Oh, I forgot but those we can get in Gibsons.’ Which left the question why we were here in this shopper’s paradise-hell in the first place.’Continue reading
As biblical rains – euphemistically called atmospheric rivers – pound the Northwest and flood plains, roads and sweep away livestock, houses and infrastructure, we’re enjoying a pint at our harbourfront pub, nice and cozy, looking at a curtain of water where islands and mountains are supposed to be. This also marks the week when BC is rolling out vaccinations for children 5-11 years old.
‘If the parents are not vaccinated, then the kids will not be either,’ Camp said when I mentioned that.
‘That’s a rather generalized opinion,’ I said, ‘but you’re right: you cannot convince people with reason and logic, statistics and common sense when their minds are made up that the earth is flat and we are the center of the universe.’Continue reading
20 – I don’t remember. Must have been plastered or stoned, most likely both
30 – I was married with two kids, a hobby farm and a mortgage
40 – I had a new life with a new partner and a new future
50 – it was a blowout party with all my friends, forever young
60 – felt like 40 with the wisdom of maturity
65 – is the best age: pension, free ferry rides, no more working for the man
70 – is the new 50, still in the go-go years but getting a bit long in the tooth
80 – don’t let the old man in, busy chopping wood
90 – that’s when I should drink all the wine from the cellar
100 – maybe take up ice climbing and scuba diving
Unprecedented torrential rains – an atmospheric river – have caused major flooding and landslides in British Columbia, cutting the interior off and closed highways for days. This meant no trains leaving the harbour, no trucks and no cars coming through with supplies, causing shelves in grocery stores to empty. Panic buying didn’t help either. I looked at our pantry and figured we’d be alright for about a week before I would have to get creative and invent some new pasta and rice dishes. At least my neighbour’s chickens are laying unperturbed by climate change. ‘It’s a mess,’ Camp said after we made ourselves comfortable in our usual corner at the seaside pub. Luckily, I’m not involved in shopping or cooking, since Muriel takes care of all that.’Continue reading
It was Remembrance Day yesterday which used to be Armistice Day and is Veterans Day in the US. We honour those who fought and died in service of their country, defending freedom and oppression; in wars that cost millions of unnecessary lives.
‘The stupidest thing humans do is go to war against each other. As a species we have the capacity to self-destruct, despite our knowledge and technology, despite knowing better. It’s just plain stupid,’ I said to Camp
‘Bukowsky said: The problem is that intelligent people are full of doubt, while stupid people are full of certainty and Einstein said that there is only one thing more infinite than the universe: human stupidity. You know that you are dealing with stupid people because they always blame somebody else and are never responsible when something goes wrong,’ Camp said, leaning back in his chair, taking a sip from the mug in his hand.Continue reading
‘Quebec and Ontario have opted out of vaccination mandates for their healthcare workers. I think this is an unfortunate political decision.’ I said as a provocative opener at our weekly get together at the pub.
‘A vocal minority is holding the majority to ransom and the politicians did their usual knee jerk and back bending,’ Camp said, nodding his unruly head of white curls.
‘We used to listen to doctors and scientists but these days more people, including politicians, base their decisions on social media than on scientifically based reasoning.’
‘They’re prioritizing the so called ‘freedom’ of the unvaccinated over the health and safety of the patients. Would you let your loved one or yourself be treated by an unvaccinated nurse or care aid? You can’t get into a restaurant or a movie theatre without proof of vaccination but you can work in a hospital. Does that make sense?’Continue reading
I’ve been trying to avoid talking about the pandemic but I have to bring it up once again.’Tell me Camp, how come that the persistent hospital statistics pointing out that 90% of covid ICU patients are not vaccinated, cannot convince these deniers to get the shot? Right now, we have 400 people in hospital, half of them in intensive care and most of them unvaccinated. It pisses me off that these idiots dictate restrictive protocols, delay necessary surgeries and use thousands of dollars worth of health care resources that we, the vaccinated, are paying for.’
‘Once again, my friend, you’re preaching to the choir. I’m not sure why governments just don’t make the vaccine mandatory. Some bullshit about freedom of choice when the choice really becomes: do I endanger my family, friends and co-workers or not and am I better off being laid off from my job and not being able to attend any events, weddings, funerals nor go to any restaurants, cinemas and gyms, nor travel or fly anywhere?’Continue reading
As soon as I sat down at our usual table, Camp, my long-time companion on these Thirsty Thursdays, had the topic all ready to dish out. Vicky lost no time to serve us a cold one and after we wet our whistles Camp was off: ‘On Halloween, Italy and the UK will jointly host world leaders in Glasgow for the 26th COP-Conference on Climate Change to talk about a course towards net global carbon emissions to reach zero by 2050. As the world’s leaders prepare to commit (or not) to this 30-year plan, an energy scare seems to be unfolding.’ Camp paused for effect.
‘Carry on,’ I said. ‘You have my attention.’Continue reading
Thanksgiving is over and so are the traditional turkey dinners. We had ours at an old-time pub on Vancouver Island for $ 20 with all the trimmings, including pumpkin pie. Of course, vegetarians and vegans shun this kind of food but I’m reading that there is hope for them to partake in this time-honoured tradition, not too far in the future.
It being Thursday evening I was looking forward to meeting my friend Camp for a couple of brews in our pub, located on the waterfront on the traditional territory of the Squamish Nation. Business at the bookstore is slow in these months leading up to the festive season and Camp was already nursing his first pint when I joined him.
‘You’re a regular carnivore, aren’t you Camp, a purveyor of fine meats, cold cuts, fowl and fish?’ I said.Continue reading
Looking across Howe Sound, which has now been designated a UNESCO biosphere, I can see the first snow caps on the coastal mountains. Time for the snowbirds to migrate to warmer climes, except we’re not flying south but instead are hunkering down before a fire, dreaming of sunny isles and swimming at the local pool instead of the Caribbean waters.
‘Good news Camp. Several European countries have declared the pandemic over and are returning to ‘normal’. Denmark, Sweden and Norway have removed all protocols and the Netherlands, Ireland and Portugal have also announced that they’re lifting all the restrictions like distancing, and limiting crowds. They do however require vaccine proof when attending large gatherings like concerts or sports events.’Continue reading
We’ve had a week of solid rain now and the summer seems long gone. I’ve walked to the village with an umbrella instead of sunglasses and boots instead of sandals. Camp was already enjoying his beer, staring out at the hard rain coming down, drumming on the glass roof.
As the anti-vaxxers become more militant and ostracize themselves ever more from the mainstream of society, making life for the rest of us difficult with restrictions and overwhelmed health system, what should we – or the powers that be – do Camp?’
For once my friend didn’t have a ready answer and thoughtfully sipped his beer. We both listened to the seagulls squawking. ‘For one thing we cannot pander to them and keep trying to convince them with arguments and statistics. We should let them know that we, the vaccinated, are protecting them by not letting them into gatherings and restaurants, since we could still be carrying the virus and infect them and since they are not protected, they are much more likely to end up sick, in hospital or the incinerator.’
‘To get vaccinated is a moral imperative.’Continue reading
‘We had an election in Canada on Monday. Did anything change?
‘Nope,’ Camp said, ‘the same proportion of seats, the same liberal minority government, the same lackluster response from the voters. A $ 650 million cabinet shuffle as somebody said. Nobody got what they wanted: Definitely not Trudeau who wanted a majority, not the conservatives whose leader is at best a lacklustre opportunist with no plan and not the greens who lost seats and votes.’
We sipped our cold bears and reclined in the comfy new chairs in our usual corner.
‘You know what puzzles me Camp, is that we don’t treat those who are diagnosed with covid and prevent them from ending up in hospital or dead. Why is there no therapy or medication for those suffering from the virus? All they tell us is: go home and wait it out for two weeks. Nothing is offered to ease the suffering or treat the symptoms.’
‘You’ve been watching old U-tube videos promoting cures with hydroxychloroquine and favipiramir and claims of natural herd immunity as the way through this pandemic?
‘Well yes, I guess you’re right. The latest craze is this horse de-wormer. Desperate solutions for the misguided and ignorant.’Continue reading
‘Your island in the Caribbean is turning into a tragic experiment, sort of the Swedish version of fighting the virus with natural herd immunity at the end of the tunnel. Grenada is now the country with the highest numbers of transmission per capita in the world,’ Camp said when I joined him at our usual table overlooking the harbour.
‘Yes, according to Dr. Charles, the chief medical officer, it’s a national disaster. He said that it took about three weeks for this virus to infect one third of the population and he fears that half the island’s people could be infected with the extremely contagious Delta variant within two weeks, meaning it will hit every susceptible and unvaccinated individual. Only about 20 percent of Grenadians have taken the vaccine. Dr. Charles said that it will hit a peak and then hopefully decline but at what cost?’Continue reading