The taste and smell of a local flavor or aroma can be one of the best reminders to bring forth memories of good times past. From Hawaii, we frequently buy Stone Cookies, the smell of Eucalyptus soap from Big Sur takes us back to the coast, the wish for a Key Lime Pie on a Stick keeps our memories of Key West alive and well. Pralines from The Praline Connection in New Orleans are like pralines from nowhere else. The Belgian Hot Chocolate at the El Tovar Dining Room on the rim of the Grand Canyon may be the greatest in the world, but you can’t mail order it, nor can you mail order fresh strawberries from Oxnard, California – yum. While in San Francisco we picked up a sampler of Scharffenberger chocolates to bring our sweet memories rushing back.
We’re Home
I’m so tired. Home at 2:30 a.m., up again at 7:00 – we slept in. The litter pan is full, the mailbox is full, but my head is empty. The rental car will have to be returned tomorrow. I am going to have a bite to eat and go back to sleep. Slept most of the day and went to sleep early in the evening. Nothing unpacked, didn’t listen to voice-mail, couldn’t cook. Maybe there is some truth to those words people keep telling me, that as I get older we won’t be able to travel as we have been. Right now those nearly 1500 miles (2430km) in two days of driving are taking their toll.
Stollen
If you were in Germany this Christmas holiday season, you would more than likely try this seasonal favorite since around 1450 known as Stollen. Stollen is a bread-like fruitcake topped with powdered sugar and if you choose the marzipan version, there is a thick ribbon of the almond paste running the length of the Stollen. The best thing about this particular Stollen is that we did not have to go to Deutschland to fetch one; it is homemade right here in the desert at the local German store called Old Heidelberg Bakery, located at 2210 E. Indian School Road. This small but wonderful shop co-owned by two sisters offers up a full range of holiday sweets, spicy mustard (senf), jams and marmalades, sauce mixes to make Jaeger Schnitzel and Sauerbraten, almond horns, laugenbrotchen, German-style bread, meats, quark, Duplo and Kinder Eggs. Having a German bakery in Phoenix, Arizona is certainly a luxury that makes living here just a bit better – thanks, Heidelberg.
Sauerkraut
In my ongoing attempt to wrest control of the products that come into my life so that I should know how things are created, prepared, fashioned, tooled, finished, grown, or otherwise brought to market for my convenience, I am making sauerkraut. Fermented foods have a long history dating back approximately 9,000 years. Sauerkraut or Sour Cabbage, though associated with the Germans (Sour Krauts – hehe), was invented by the Chinese over 2,000 years ago. Gengis Kahn is thought to have brought the fermented dish to Europe a thousand years later.
Our Harsch 10-liter crock is made just for this fermentation job in Germany and costs about $125. I picked up 18 pounds (8kg) of organic cabbage, shredded it on a mandolin, and with about 4 tablespoons (55g) of sea salt, I packed the cabbage tightly into the crock, covered it with the supplied stone weight, put the lid on the crock filling the groove with water to seal and protect the cabbage on its 6-week journey of fermentation before it can be called sauerkraut.
Apple Schnitz
The Amish in Pennsylvania calls them Apple Schnitz, for those of you who may never have heard of them as such these are dried apple rings. If you happen to have an Excalibur Dehydrator laying around, an Oxo Mandolin slicer, and a local you-pick apple farm – then you are in luck. True, you do not need these particular brand items, but Caroline and I have found them to be both efficient and inexpensive, hence my endorsement. After the cored apples are sliced on the mandolin set to a quarter-inch, the slices are dipped into a bowl of 20-25% lemon juice to water, and then placed on dehydrator trays and dehydrated for about 12 hours at 135 degrees F (our dehydrator has four trays). This morning we woke up to the freshest dried apple rings we could ever hope to eat. The great thing about having a local you-pick farm is choosing the type of apple you want to dry along with the environment they have been grown in such as, organically and just how fresh they are as in, picked by you. We are dehydrating Winesaps and Jonathans and skipping the optional cinnamon on the first batches.
Henna
Just say no! Armed and delusional with a mehndi cone, henna for the uninitiated, my slap-happy wife thinks I’ll go for a henna bellybutton treatment – NO WAY. She drew out the design on her own hand and said, look, it will be soooo nice, just like this – ACK! Nice, Caroline, a hairy flower-bird on my belly button with the world’s deepest inverted stigma. Why not draw a dragon and we can light the bellybutton fuzz on fire, film it, and post a video of some really stupid fat guy with a henna tattoo shooting fire from his navel on YouTube?