> Thirsty work, this blogging. Vitamin P, you ask? Paulaner unfiltered wheat beer. Good against scurvy, fallen arches and tornadoes. So they say… Cheers Bat….
> Signora Anna on the market has real veggies. And organic lemons that a supermarket chain would reject for “not being perfect” She also has the only zucchini blossoms on…
> It’s either too hot (possibly) or too early (unlikely) for an ice cream. At least the tablecloths stay clean….
> ..Texas Mainz. Phenomenal ravioli at the excellent cheese/excellent ham/excellent pasta/excellent everything stand on the market. These are filled with ricotta and either basil, rocket or cep mushrooms. Simmer in…
> If you’re quick enough and grab the bud of a caper flower (Capparis spinosa L.) before it blossoms, you can pickle it in a brine solution and then chop…
> My life seems to have been littered with hamburger joints, motorway cafs and greasy spoon eateries. When you work shifts at airports, you take whatever food’s on offer. At…
> Jürgen and Carolin Hofmann are true shooting stars among the new generation of vintners. She’s been named “Young vintnerin of the year” by none less than Stuart Piggot and…
> Or – Leave no fragment behind. Asparagus is dodgy stuff. When you see it on the market, regimentally lined up as if every spear had been cloned, you’re looking…
> There are few more pleasant ways of spending an afternoon than drinking wine and snacking* at the Wagner-Stempel vineyard in Siefersheim. OK, so it’s not free, but his Riesling…
> …you’ll need a decent coffee grinder…” As Patrick would say. (What he actually said was “Now that you’re a farmer, John, you’ll need a tractor” which is why I’ve…
> Banana, walnut and blackberry loaf. Just to get things straight before the sexist comments turn up … I was responsible for Borrowing the eggs Letting the bananas go mushy…
> …could be an appropriate post title for a Sunday, but we’ll have none of that around here, thank you very much. Only organics allowed. Lactuca sativa avanacluia, grown from…
> …and around the block. After this trip (involving this near malheur), I figured I deserved a treat. Tiramisu and lemon Especially seeing that I’d just burned 589 calories. I…
> Tends not to get the feminine hormones in quite such an uproar as the white stuff….
> This isn’t the VERY first asparagus of the season (Chilean asparagus – with a carbon footprint this size of Shanghai – has been sighted plus the usual Italian/Spanish invasion)…
> The catastrophic absence of decent coffee on the market last week made me aware of an urgent need for contingency planning. This place isn’t bad – Die Mainzer Kaffemanufaktur…
> Mrs jb’s mumble-mumble birthday yesterday, so we rocked on over to “Heinrichs – Die Wirtschaft” to commiserate celebrate. “Heinrich” is Wilfried Heinrich Nestle (no, not a scion of the…
> That there dirt’s all the way from Cyprus. I’d be a bit worried if I were a Cypriot, in fact. The place has to be getting levelled out over…
> This is Horns’ winery restaurant in Nieder-Olm, the next village down the track. We’ve been going there fairly regularly since 1980 when Dieter and Malu Horn converted their living…
> Pickled herrings. Traditional fare on Ash Wednesday around these parts. Just the sort of thing to remind you that the next 40 days fall under Lent and that having…
> A “Drop of the Best” from Mother and Son. “Mutter and Sohn”, to be precise, a family operation based in Mainz-Bretzenheim Except that “Sohn” is “Mutter” (Walter Mutter, that…
> …tomorrow,. Visiting Frank the Potter the other night, sitting in the cafe at the University Clinic and minding our own business, when up loomed one of the salesgirls.…
> That’s what they call it in Yorkshire – unfiltered drippings from roast meat. The rest of the civilised world knows it as “bread and dripping” Around here, it’s romantically…
>You don’t need to head south of the Alps to experience Bella Italia. Just pop over to Kastel (which is STILL Mainz as far as we’re concerned…..) to Celpro and…
> Technically and artistically, I’m sure I took better photos in 2009. None of them, though, make me drool on my keyboard as this one did Go over here for…
> Yummy! I refuse to partake of the cheap Glühwein and sundry overpriced/sub-standard dross of the Christmas Market, but the potato pancakes are a dream. The Goldies and post-Goldies…
> The Burgundy market gives the folks from the twinned city of Dijon to come over for the day and flog their goodies. Including wine. No brown paper bags or…
> For this year at least (New wine, grape juice, red and white grapes)
> ..is the spice of life. This great. Instead of the usual boring 3 or 4 varieties of yellow-fleshed spuds, one of the stands on the market has a whole…
> …I’m only a quince. One of those “only a mother could love it“-looking thingies. But once you’ve scrubbed it well to a mirror-like yellow to get rid of the…
> Federweisser – “white of the feather” from the suspended yeast particles and assorted gunk in the freshly-pressed-and-just-starting-to-ferment wine. I surrender to its irresistible charms. Give me more….!
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