Tiroler-Adler cheese

Tiroler-Adler cheese

this one fucking REEAKS. but the French gave me the advice when I was in Nice in 2016, with a table full of foreign-to-me cheeses- “the stinkier the tastier.”

I have lived my life this way ever since.

I went to the grocery store to pick up cheese for my very picky mother visiting from America. And I went to TOWN looking for new cheeses.

One stood out as the stinkiest. I could smell it through the package. honestly my hands stink as soon as I pick it up. and continue to smell until I wash my hands.

Check this website here (then translate) to see what kind of cheese Tiroler-Adler is.

it is potent. fully loaded.

so of course you can only take so much at one time.

I got creative today making my canned chicken noodle soup for 90 cents from Lidl. And just like ramen, I like to spice it up. you can’t just keep eating the same taste- gotta make it your own!

well I don’t know how you like your canned chicken noodle soup, but I have some staples:

  1. fresh cracked pepper
  2. herbs de Provence.

DELICIOUS. can’t have it with out those two. Then I will either leave it with those two or build from there.

well one day I decided to try out parmesan melted on top. because… parmesan.

goes with everything.

so I thought.

Sadly, the parmesan just doesn’t really add to the soup. it kind of honestly retracts from it.

I was also surprised!

but a girl loves melted cheese.

 

so when I looked into my fridge and smelled the whiff of the Tiroler-Adler as soon as I pulled back the fridge door, I thought to my self, lets get rid of this thing.

I ADDED IT. AND IT IS THE BEST THING TO ADD TO MY SOUP. it pairs so perfectly with the semi-flavorless canned soup, and makes it taste homemade. the flavors are completely elevated.

 

Now I would say that it is staple number three, but I don’t think I will constantly have this cheese in my fridge. But! I will definitely remember this evening when I make my own chicken noodle soup.

 

please comment below and let me know how you spice up your canned goods! I would love to hear from you.

The difference of water in Germany

I just received a text message from a massive group chain on WhatsApp. I’m talking about 30 people. They are a part of a company, and I am their English teacher. It is nice that they include me in this group- but talk about FOMO! They are at a Christmas part in Hamburg right now, and I just get to sit and watch from Munich.

 

Many texts have come in throughout the day and just a moment ago, this guy asked for someone to pick up water at the grocery store. The response was:

Still/Medium/Classic?

In Germany, people are so picky about their water. Which brands you buy is one of them, but mainly it’s about the level of the bubbles in the bottle.

 

Still: flat water

Classic: bubbled water

Medium: lightly bubbled water

 

I used to think this was excessive. But there is a major difference in the water. And in fact, I drink way less sodas now since I have moved here and became obsessed with Sparkling water. For me though- Classic is far too many bubbles. Medium for me please!

 

The answer in the end was:

2x Still 2x Medium

 

Links and Things I’m Loving

 

Loewe’s limited edition linen set is a dream. Add that to my checklist for dream house.

Post Malone as a person is really hard to not like. Seriously, what a great and easy going guy. AND he happens to be from the Dallas area 😉 Vice’s Noisey made a great short on him.

This organisation is bringing people together with food. The New York Times wrote a pice about it, scroll down to the title: Food Matters: A Seat at the Table

Bureau Betak’s blog is having a moment, displaying their top pictures from the work they did for Paris Fashion Week.

I’m personally not into anime, but Ezra Koenig’s Neo Yokio is fkin’ perfect. I’m obsessed with it! And I’m sick of reading reviews that trash it. So much so, I called Netflix’s customer service line just to say, “hey guys, please make more of this!” The woman on the other end was all about it, too.

The documenta 14 budgetary drama continues to unfold, and becoming even more scandalous.

Their website doesn’t do it justice, but this quaint Italian restaurant at Münchner Freiheit  in Munich was such a delight last night. Trattoria Donna Maria probably couldn’t sit more than 50 people, has a limited daily menu, and best of all, everything is cooked by an Italian mother. The kitchen has a door that swings open when food gets delivered, and you see a dolled-up Italian woman wearing 60’s-style drop earrings stirring the sauce. It was more than a pleasure to be able to find a seat there last night. Highly recommend if you are ever in Munich.

 

How to eat a Croissant like a Parisienne

When living in Europe you meet so many people from so many different backgrounds. Some of my closest confidants here in Germany happen to be from France.

I studied French for 6 years in school and was even a French tutor in college, but this is one part of the culture one cannot learn without having experiencing it herself.

The morning after a sleepover at a friend’s house, I observed my French friend eating her breakfast and was overwhelmed with amusement. She actually took her buttery, fresh-baked croissant and drowned it in her coffee! I immediately asked her, “uhhh, what are you doing?” Equally confused, she stared back and replied, “eating…”

After an exchange of blank stares and subsequent giggling, the mystery was clarified. This was not pastry abuse but actually the way all French eat their croissants!

Now I’m not one to mix anything into my coffee except for the occasional drop or two of whole milk. However, if a French woman says try it, she will not let you go until you do what she says.

I skeptically dipped my perfectly okay croissant into the coffee and proceeded to taste the soggy pastry. Only once it reached my tongue did I realize this was the most delicious combination I had never tried. I’ve been missing out on so much!

And so are you- so here’s how you eat a croissant like a proper Parisienne:

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