‘Twas an extremely hot summer, but every now and again the weather would cooperate and I could put something a little more exciting than a salad on the table.
Jack was home for the months of May and June; and when we were not on one of our “official” adventures, whenever possible some combination of the four of us were up to something involving hiking or eating, and often both. Recently a Facebook friend even commented, “You all are having just too much fun.”
Winter was so very impolite this season, bringing its frosty attitude and just really overstaying its welcome. But we had to eat, and so throughout this wintertide torpor I undertook a few culinary projects that had me dashing here and there in search of this and that. Not only did I reaffirm my cold weather fortitude, I added some A-lister’s to the family recipe book . Bonus.
I do not make resolutions at the start of a new year. I do not make bucket lists, either. And aside from a few posts on my Facebook page to those in my, “circle of trust,” I generally* do not see the need to share political thoughts with the wide world.
What I do enjoy sharing are the events and activities that round out my expat life. Like, how for a mere €34 annually, Tony and I can wander any of the seven or so museums on our art history card whenever we are of the mind. On a recent not-much-going-on Sunday, we took in one gallery at the Kunsthistorisches Museum (Art History), then went for lunch. The building alone rates walking through; the art collection is a bonus.
I love food and I love to cook. But for those of us who, “Live to Eat,” grocery shopping and menu planning in Vienna could be its own reality show, with winners determined by how well they can ad lib a planned menu using fewer than three different grocers and when half of their desired ingredients are not available. I will admit that this renders me weary at times.