Monthly Archives: August 2014

Thai Food And A Dirty Selfie

On Friday, my friend Maria and I sacrificed yet another perfectly good working day on the altar of freelance rebellion. We went AWOL in Madrid, which entailed some glorious food, a thought-provoking exhibition of photographs taken in 1960’s Barcelona by the legendary Eugeni Forcano, and a peruse of the latest scriptures laid out in The Temple (aka Casa Del Libro, a massive bookshop).

Let’s ogle the food. (I could eat it all over again right now…!) Maria chose a Thai restaurant called Thaidy, where we had a great three-course lunch for a mere ÔéČ12.50 each.

Thai green curry and basil & chili beef

The basil and chilli beef was seriously hot – but that’s what we asked for, and we loved it! The green curry had just a tad too much salt, but it was still enjoyable.

Thai Starter

The starters – fresh and tasty ­čÖé

Madrid Street

Dirty Selfie

Those doors are in desperate need of a good clean! As are my own windows at home… erm…

F├╝rstenfeld Abbey… and more CAKE!

F├╝rstenfeldbruck, where I was born when bushy beards and flouncy flares were in fashion all at the same time, has its small town charms, but it’s definitely not a tourist town. There’s nothing to see. Except for this: F├╝rstenfeld Abbey.

The story, served up in twitterian brevity: In 1256, some Bavarian Duke executed his wife for adultery. Then it turned out she didn’t do it. Oooops. Too late to fix it with flowers, so he built a massive monastery instead.

Usually, the portals to the Abbey’s church are shut, or they only let you in as far as the iron-wrought interior gates, but, much to my delight, this time, the church was open to all. As you’ll see, it’s really quite… overwhelming. There’s not a square inch that hasn’t got stucco/gold leaf/a fat angel clinging to it.

The BEST thing about this place, though, is the restaurant. The food is (and always has been) absolutely fabulous, and it’s very reasonably priced.

F├╝rstenfeld Abbey Church, ExteriorF├╝rstenfeld Abbey 4F├╝rstenfeld Abbey 3F├╝rstenfeld Abbey 2OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAF├╝rstenfeld Abbey Wrought IronOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

And this was my lunch:


Delicious veal rissoles smothered in pepper sauce with sp├Ątzle (tiny flour ‘dumplings’ that are kind of like pasta). It was really quite picante, and I loved every bite!


Zwetschgendatschi – very traditional and seasonal. The plums are quartered and arranged on a yeast dough base, which isn’t actually sweet, and which really brings out the flavour of the fruit.

If you’d like to see a handful of pictures of my birth town, click here. There’s ice cream! ­čśë




Dachau Palace Gardens… and CAKE!

I’ve already prepared you in the last post that the objective of our family trip to Dachau a couple of weekends ago had less to do with enjoying the (unashamedly pretty) historic town, and everything to do with gluttony.

Dachau Palace, which overlooks the town, harbours a cracking caf├ę that attracts audiences from far and wide with the most delectable cakes imaginable.

First though, let’s take a quick stroll through the beautiful palace gardens, resplendent not only with magnificent flowers, but also laden with sumptuous fruit at this time of year.

View from the gardens
Palace and fountainPath with flowersPlant close-upOrchardRoseApple treesBunte BlumenPathPurple flowers

Wedding Cake

This wedding cake was being wheeled about when we arrived at the caf├ę. Afterwards, as we strolled through the town centre, we spotted a wedding party emerging from the local church. For all appearances, the groom was a local boy, and the bride Chinese. The cake, which is quite obviously theirs, seems to confirm this ­čÖé

Wedding Table

One of the ‘wedding tables’


Yellow Cake


Unfortunately, cakes never photograph well through the glass display counters, and these pics are the only ones that turned out (sort of) OK. There were so many more delicious creations… sigh.

Our Bavarian Town Quest Continues: Dachau

Dachau is a beautiful Bavarian town with cobbled streets and pretty houses. It’s only a 15 minute drive from my village along scenic country roads, and last Saturday afternoon, bro took me and our mum there for a little outing. I hadn’t been to Dachau in absolutely ages!


Dachau View

Dachau Haus 1

Dachau shop window

I love that window for being so typically Bavarian in a town that’s not particularly touristy. But the comma in that notice (“Free beer tomorrow”), which totally shouldn’t be there, irks me! I am a stickler…

Dachau Red HouseDachau - Virgin Mary

Beware of the dog

“Beware of the CONSCIENTIOUS dog”.


The fair was in town :)

The fair was in town ­čÖé

Dachau Fair

Now, the real reason for the Dachau trip was to get stuck into some good cake… more on that in the next post ­čÖé

Bavarian August Flowers

I have to admit it. Last year, I went a bit crazy with flower photos. This year, I tried really hard to contain myself. But now my resolve is crumbling… Bavaria is all lush and green and in full bloom this month, and now that I’m back in dry-as-a-crisp Toledo, I feel an overwhelming compulsion to drape some cheery blossoms over my blog…

Pink flowers


OK… not technically flowers… but pretty and fluffy ­čÖé

Pink flowers 2


┬áPhew, I feel a lot better already ­čÖé

Addictions, Great and Small

Let me present to you the vending machine facilities of my tiny Bavarian village:

Yes - a cigarette and a gumball machine :)

A cigarette dispenser and a gumball machine

I was so surprised to still find them there, side by side, after almost four decades(!). I’m especially tickled by the gumball machine – it’s seemingly the very same one I cranked my plastic rings and other choking hazards out of in the 70’s. Oh, happy childhood memories… Luckily, I never graduated to its sinister big brother ­čśë


The Last Bavarian Breakfast…

I’ve left Bavaria’s green meadows and mossy woods behind and I’m back in the furnace that is Toledo. And it’s not a second too early to start reminiscing about the food… I won’t be having this for brekkie tomorrow, that much I know ­čśŽ

OK... technically, this was Monday's breakfast with my mum and aunt in a lovely restaurant. It's just that this morning's bread and cheese affair wasn't very exciting ;-)

OK… technically, this was Monday’s breakfast (with my mum and aunt) in a lovely restaurant. It’s just that this morning’s bread and cheese affair before setting off to the airport wasn’t very exciting ­čśë

Breakfast 2

In the afternoon, I had this with my friend Martina...VOLCANO ICE CREAM!

Monday afternoon, once breakfast had subsided a bit, I had this with my friend Martina…VOLCANO ICE CREAM!

Ooooooh, ice cream… Spain is crap at ice cream, did I mention that?! Sigh.