We are a family for whom eating is a shared favorite sport, though we all play different positions on the team. Jack is in Garmisch for his summer job with Boy Scouts, over-indulging on American bacon and goodness-knows-what-else, though he did text to ask if we could have homemade enchiladas when he returns next week (I’m guessing Scout Camp Taquitos aren’t all that good). Tony was in Hanoi last week for work and reported on the delicious Korean food his colleagues from Seoul introduced to him. And Anna Grace and I were having fun with our own personal “Spicy Week” at home in the kitchen: Thai panang chicken curry (heavy on the panang); Korean bulgogi beef and rice bowls (with extra Sriracha, of course); and pasta aglio e olio (there is no such thing as too much aglio).
Both children have extremely diverse palates, but their tastebuds are not at all related. This I blame lovingly on their nannies. Jack’s nanny prepared delicious meat-and-potato dishes for him as a baby, and now strong Asian and Indian spices send him running from the dinner table. Anna Grace’s nanny, on the other hand, was Bangladeshi and so Anna Grace’s first foods included curries and spicy samosas. For her, the spicier, the better. Thankfully, finding the ingredients to please everyone is as easy as a 15-minute U-Bahn ride away to Prosi, the “exotic” supermarket.
And what fun there is to be had at Prosi, middle school humor notwithstanding.
Kraft Cheddar Cheese spread, with instructions (?) in English and Arabic.
Del Monte Filipino Spaghetti Sauce. In a pouch. What makes spaghetti Filipino, we wonder?
Corned beef in a keyed-tin from Brazil, makes perfect sense.
Oh, those long, luxurious aisles of sauces and condiments.
And the tall, gleaming shelves filled with tasty vacuum-packed Indian snacks for Anna Grace.
A few oddities to amuse us, always. Tang in the Latin American section of the store. Wonder if Latin American astronauts drink it?
“Strong Chicken” in the freezer.
In the “Eww” category, soy schnitzel; fake Cheez Whiz (the real stuff is abominable!) and squirty jalapeño “cheese;” and spicy tuna cracker sandwiches. Eww, indeed.
Not surprising, either, that Anna Grace and I sought to cheer ourselves up after a most dreadful visit to a contemporary art museum earlier this week by dropping in for lunch at Rathausplatz, the square in front of City Hall. There is almost always something going on to attract visitors and locals alike, and for the remainder of the summer the city is hosting a film festival by night, and an international food festival by day, with local restaurants tempting us with everything from ratatouille to curries to schnitzel. What would it be?
Brazilian chicken with peanut sauce?
Anything or everything from the Persian stall?
And then, calling to us, fresh and crispy Sprotten from the Croatian stall. So it was decided. Cevapcici, grilled squid, and a shared platter of teeny fried herrings with garlic dipping sauce.
Tony is home from Vietnam tonight, and brought his favorite gals silk scarves and spices. So what is on the dinner menu? Why, fish sticks and homemade macaroni and cheese, of course!