Japanese Summer Salad Recipe

One thing I’m hoping to do with this blog from now on is to shift the focus a little towards one of the things I love most in life – food. Since passing edible items through my lips is more than just a survival means for me, I also enjoy the ritual involved in preparing the food. People who know me may have also noticed that an attention to the nutritional value of what goes into the meal has climbed in ranks on the priority list. More on my new found fixation on nutrition to come.

This simple salad is modelled on one of my favourite Japanese dishes – Butashabu. Buta is the word for pig or pork in Japanese and shabu is an abbreviation of shabu shabu. Informative, I know. To elaborate, shabu shabu is the onomatopoeic name for the process of swishing thin slices of meat around in a boiling pot of hot water or stock before dipping it into a sauce of your choice – in the case of pork a sesame based sauce is my top choice. The Japanese love onomatopoeia and quite a few food items have been subjected to this naming process.

Basically, this recipe takes the thinly sliced pork and the sesame sauce portions of the above meal and dumps it on a bed of salad vegetables. Quick, easy, tasty and healthy. If this doesn’t qualify for some sort of Nobel prize for disguised laziness, then I don’t know what would.

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Japanese Summer Salad Recipe

Serves 2 hungry, health-conscious people
Prep time – 10 minutes

INGREDIENTS

Salad vegetables – this is really open to interpretation, but I would recommend including one lettuce-like component.
I went for:
2 Carrots – shredded
A handful of baby tomatoes
Half a nostrano cucumber
4 mini radishes
Half an avocado
Half a lettuce

Pork
300-350g of thinly sliced relatively fatty pork – mine was bought at Nishi frozen, I recommend doing the same since it really needs to be thin. Bacon is not an acceptable substitute, in my eyes.

Dressing
3 Tbsp Ponzu (available at most Japanese shops, including Nishi and Yumihana)
A good handful of white sesame seeds – ground
3 Tbsp toasted sesame oil (or to taste)
Salt and pepper

INSTRUCTIONS

1. I won’t insult your intelligence by telling you how to put together a salad, but I will show you my lovely ingredients as they were all (with the exception of the avocado) purchased on a Saturday morning at the Farmers’ Market in Oerlikon. Anyone who knows me in real life will know that the will power required to get me to trek across town on a Saturday morning in the name of groceries warrants an appreciation of these veggies.

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And the imposter from COOP…

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I personally prefer to shred my carrots as I like their taste but am not the most appreciative person in the world when it comes to their saw-dust like texture.

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All heaped together.

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2. Cook the pork. I defrosted my frozen pork during the day and simply separated it and placed it into a wok over medium heat. You don’t need any oil as the fat on the pork will suffice. Don’t be tempted to cut off the fat – this is what makes the salad tasty. Japanese people eat plenty of fatty meat and they are far from fat so don’t go chucking it out with the intention of saving yourself some calories. Eating the fat on the pork is what will ensure you stay full. Skip it and you’ll end up reaching for the biscuits later. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!

Normally you would boil the pork for it to qualify as butashabu, but I find that if you fry it you can give it a bit of crisp. Plus, seeing as the quality of the pork is not quite what you get in Japan (where the pork is paper thin and melts in your mouth), frying it is best for avoiding chewiness.

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3. In the mean time, make the dressing.

Grind your sesame seeds using a pestle and mortar.

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Pour in the ponzu.

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Followed by the sesame oil and some salt and pepper to taste.

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If you like tanginess in a dressing, adjust the amount of ponzu accordingly. Alternatively you could add a dash of rice vinegar.

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Once the pork has cooked through and browned ever so slightly, simply pile it on the salad and pour over the dressing. You can also wait for the pork to cool to really make it the summer dish that it is meant to be.

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My recommendation would be to eat this with a chilled beer on a balcony if at all possible. Beer, not wine. Beer.

If you don’t eat pork, I reckon you could probably do this with chicken. If you don’t eat any meat, I would just bulk up on the avocado front or add some rice noodles and enjoy the taste of the dressing. It just happens to go particularly well with pork, but it is, in fact, the star of the show.

En guete!

Cafe Boy – Wine and Dine

On Friday night I had the pleasure of parting with 135 CHF in exchange for a unique experience at Cafe Boy, a restaurant I love but don’t frequent often enough because it’s quite pricey. Although, it’s one of the few places in Zurich where you feel more than willing to hand over wads of cash at the end of a meal.

My friend Sarah and I ended up bringing half of ABBA as our dates. Benni and Björn.

Boyfriend number 1: Benni (belongs to me)

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Boyfriend number 2: Björn (belongs to Sarah)

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You may notice they are both surrounded by what looks like too many wine glasses. That’s because the purpose of the event was to compare the wines of Thomas Hensel, hailing from Pfalz, South Germany, and those of the local wine hero Erich Meier. We were given two white wine and two red wine glasses so that we could taste comparable wines from each wine producer. We tasted two different wines per course (of which there were five!). This all followed a good hour of basking in the sun enjoying a sophisticated Apero, which was effectively a limitless supply of wine and nibbles, so it was up to the self-control of the participants to maintain the classiness.

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The whole restaurant had been closed off for this exclusive event – we only found out about it thanks to Sarah and Björn. Amateur wine enthusiasts with regular taste buds are welcome to join the thrice yearly foray into Bacchus land, you just need to book your spot in advance. 135 CHF may sound steep when you don’t know what food you’ll be served, but it’s totally worth it. Let me convince you via the medium of grainy iPhone pictures.

Course number one. White tuna carpaccio on a bed of tropical fruit and veg.

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Course number two. Dorade mit Morcheln und Spargeln.

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Course number four. Veal on a bed of rich ragu of some sort. I forgot to take a picture of course number 3…I was too eager to eat it…You can see I almost did the same here

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The dessert that followed was a selection of little bites, of which I didn’t manage to take a photo because we got up to talk to Erich Meier first, and in the process sipped on more of his wine, resulting in my being too tipsy to remember to do anything beyond breathing and blinking. He was clearly very enthusiastic about his livelihood as he indulged us in a good 20 minutes of conversation.

Since it was all in ZuriDeutsch, I will paraphrase. Essentially he said his wine is so sought after that his bottles sell out immediately and that most of the year he works with just 1.5 other people (I took this to be open to interpretation). In other words he’s extremely dedicated to his product and people can taste it. Oh, and he said most of his clientele are foreign and that Swiss people dismiss Swiss wines in favour of French, Italian and Spanish wines. This actually came as a surprise since the Swiss tend to favour home grown produce. It was an educational conversation of which I grasped about 50% and in which I was in no fit state to actively participate.

On a final note, I was quite amused by the fact that I recognised Erich from somewhere and even whispered to Sarah during the Apero, “I think I saw him on the tram a few times…Zurich is so small these things tend to happen.” It wasn’t until during the meal that he was pointed out as being, well, who he is. That means I probably vaguely recognise him from a wine tasting event I went to, which really means I should make an effort to drink less at said events but that’s unlikely to ever come to fruition. In fact, if I ever leave a wine tasting event less than tipsy I’ll buy anyone reading this a bottle of wine!

Post marathon fitness upkeep

I didn’t mention this in my actual marathon post, but one of the negative outcomes of heaving my body over the finish line in Paris was (well, is) that I injured my foot in the process. The injury was kick-started by my Darwin Award worthy slip up that took place about two weeks before the marathon.

Basically, I had just started jogging along the river, just around the corner from my office, when my shorts threatened to cosy up to my ankles. All I attempted to do was to stop and tighten them.A pretty straight-forward procedure for any normal human being, in theory. What happened in reality was that as soon as I stopped I twisted my ankle. That’s right, I injured myself whilst attempting to remain static…to add insult to injury, literally, I shot said foot out to the side to try to regain my balance and ended up whacking the edge of the pavement with my ankle bone. I was too embarrassed to stop and take in the experience so I scuttled off towards the track to run off the humiliation.

What I hadn’t noticed until I got to the track is that twisting my ankle had actually irritated a nerve…in my arse. Determined to get my training session under my belt, I ignored the discomfort in my right arse cheek and powered through. Rookie error.

Despite my idiocy, to my relief, come marathon day my ankle felt as springy as ever and my arse was back to its usual numb self so I just shoved them to the back of my mind. Not to mention I was preoccupied with thoughts of possible dehydration and cardiac arrest. I personally think B should love preparing for a marathon with a hypochondriac seeing as it would make him feel healthy and able-bodied by comparison. Instead it annoys the crap out of him. Ho hum.

The good news is that post marathon the chest pain that had triggered heart disease hypochondria stopped plaguing me, proving once and for all that it was in fact brought on by paranoia (and proving B right, yet again). My foot implosion worries decided this was its cue to take centre stage. My boyfriend is thrilled by the prospect of having to reassure me all over again that my body is that of a healthy 24 year old, not a decrepit 84 year old in need of the world’s first ever whole body transplant.

To be honest, it’s not that painful anymore. In fact, it goes away long enough to give me the false impression I’m ready to run again only to strip me of my naivety as soon as I attempt to run a respectable distance.

Most people would probably relish the opportunity to regress to couch potato status immediately after something as strenuous as a full marathon, but the thing is, aside from this foot malarkey, I actually found I recovered in no time at all. Emma, my sports massage therapist (a post on her scarily powerful hands to come), seemed to find more knots to loosen before the race than after. This means that if it weren’t for the rebel tendon, I’d be on track for training to beat my Davos half marathon time from last year. Instead, I envision a scenario in which I will represent Sisyphus while my arse represents the massive boulder…

I haven’t given up yet though. Instead of running as frequently as I used to, I’ve really committed myself to using the kettlebell I went to the trouble of tracking down here in Zurich.

I’d been meaning to make use of it for a while now, but laziness and the delusion that marathon training was enough to get me in shape stopped me. Now that my foot won’t let me engage in forward motion I thought I might as well give jiggling about on the spot holding an 8kg blob of iron a go.

This is the routine I’ve been starting out with:

You’ll probably look at it and think, “pah, 10 minutes is nothing”, because I did when I first picked up my kettlebell. After my first attempt at following this video I was sweatier than I have ever been in my life and I’ve lived through Japanese summers, so that’s saying something!

I’m aiming to build up to my 12kg kettlebell investment within the next 3-4 weeks and to do that I’m using Marianne from MyoMyTV to talk me into it with her lovely Irish accent. The fact that she has buns of steel doesn’t do any harm on the inspiration front! She’s also a hell of a lot less nasal and easier on the eye than the dude in the video above aswell.

On a tenuously related note, I just got back into bouldering again yesterday and I could tell that my kettlebell cleans and press ups have helped to considerably minimise the level of strength loss frustration I usually face after a long break.

I know you’re curious now. You want to see if 10 minutes of lugging a mini canon ball around could really make you sweat like a WWE wrestler. I will prove it. I’ve set myself a 6-week challenge. I’ll be doing some sort of kettlebell training 3-4 times a week over the next 6 weeks and I’ll post a before and after picture. I’ve taken the before picture, but I don’t have the guts to post it until I can line it up against a picture of me looking smug in an after photo.

image of wolf from here

Paris Marathon 2012

Despite the deep freeze we experienced in Zurich during the peak of our training and the fact that I sustained an injury worthy of a Darwin Award, B and I crossed the finish line of the Paris Marathon with all limbs intact.

We hopped on the TGV on Friday morning and had the daunting realisation that the 4 hour journey to Paris would be a simulation of the amount of time we’d be running on Sunday. I decided to push that thought deeper into my subconscious by sleeping for the majority of the trip. B is not impressed by the fact that public transport knocks me out practically instantaneously, meaning he might as well bring a back up girlfriend to keep him company on long trips.

Our accommodation was pre-booked via Airbnb so we just had to make our way to the flat to meet the tenant’s boyfriend so that he could give us the key. If you haven’t already heard of Airbnb, it’s basically Premium Couchsurfing, which means you pay, but it also means you have the option of renting out an entire flat, thus ensuring you’ll be able to walk around in your underwear without any adverse consequences.

Our place was on Rue du Soleil, which was a bit far out, but true the street’s name, it was wonderfully bright:

I would definitely recommend Airbnb to anyone simply needing a place to rest one’s head after a busy day of sightseeing – we only paid 30 Euros per night each. Kaching.

The weather was typical April weather, which meant Yuko, a dear friend of mine who recently moved to Paris, was able to take eerily bright yet dark pictures:

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Since we weren’t really meant to stay on our feet too long during the days leading up to the marathon, we opted out of touring the sights and focused on carb loading. This was considerably cheaper to do in Paris than in Zurich – the crepe below cost me 5 Euros and it could have kept me going for three days.

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There would have been plenty more pre-marathon pictures had B and I not needed to spend half a day at the running expo picking up our bibs and resisting the temptation to buy a whole new running wardrobe.

On the day of the race we woke up at 5:00 to have a carb-rich breakfast of bread and Nutella. I was relieved to find the Nutella prompted a successful trip to the loo, reassuring me that a Paula Radcliffe scenario would no longer be likely.

We headed to Champs-Élysées at around 7:00 and Yuko, the saint that she is, met us on the way so that she could take our rucksack and give us some last minute encouragement to calm the nerves. Since she’s a skilled photographer, she also provided all the visual evidence that we did in fact run the race.

As the tension mounted we took refuge in a McDonalds where I managed to use the loo three times in the span of 30 minutes. This didn’t stop me from needing to pee behind a tree at the 10km mark, but I was lucky that for once in my life the ladies’ queue was infinitely shorter than the men’s so I was able to carry out my little ritual with ease.

I was worried my bum bag wasn’t going to be tight enough so I employed the help of my strapping boyfriend and ensured the bag cut off the circulation to my legs. To my dismay, this did not yield an anaesthetic side-effect as hoped.

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I then proceeded to rummage around to see if I could locate the steroids I had purchased just in case.

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No such luck
 

The time came to go out and join the 40,000 strong herd of masochists and face the reality of the situation. To dilute the gravity of it all we made a list ditch attempt at acting like tourists as opposed to people about to run for hours on end whether their bodies wanted to or not.

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Within minutes we had to stop wasting our energy on denial and huddle up to our competition. It was extremely cosy.

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After 45 minutes of hoard intimacy we were off. Knowing the elites were already almost half way there was only mildly discouraging!

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The next four hours and 15 minutes consisted of optimistic zeal for 90% of the distance and then a need to play questionable mind games with oneself for the last 10%. If I was to break down the experience, it would be as follows:

1-10km – Feeling cocky, thinking that Paris is going to feel so small once I’m done pounding its streets. Energy gel consumed at km 10. Average pace of 5:30 per km. Thinking it was a good idea to revisit Linkin’ Park and trying not to sing along to their songs.

10-20km – Appreciating that the route included a large park with plenty of trees to pee behind. 2nd energy gel consumed at km 20. Average pace of 5:30 per km.

20-30km – Wishing I had legs as long as B’s, at this point I could appreciate the advantage of having legs longer than those of a small rabbit. 3rd gel consumed at km 30. Average pace still 5:30 per km. At this point I lose B because I need to stop to stretch for a few seconds.

30-37km – The mind games kick in. The need to use the toilet revisits me and I am again grateful that there was a second park to run through. I was also grateful that I had one more tissue left. Average pace still 5:30 per km.

37-42km – Torture. Manage to spot and sprint up to B (what a waste of precious energy in retrospect). Average pace drops drastically and the dream of sub 4 evaporates by km 39. Gels no longer make a difference and neither does Kanye West’s nagging.

42 -42.2km – Why? Seriously, why? I heard that the extra 200m was added during the 1908 Olympics so that Queen Alexandra could watch the race from her window. I sincerely hope Karma bit her in the arse.

In the end we were 15 minutes slower than we had both hoped, but for a first attempt it was not a bad time at all. Being the competitive knob that I am, it means that I’ll now have to do another one. As soon as my foot heals.

Oddly enough, more than during the last few km of the race, walking after crossing the finish line was excruciatingly painful.

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They made us walk for hundreds of metres and I didn’t have the power or energy to climb over the fence.

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Even sitting was a concerted effort and knowing the relief from standing would only be temporary was hard on the tired brain.

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In the end we managed to piece ourselves together long enough to take a final picture in which we resemble human beings again. It all fell apart after this picture and I didn’t regain full capacity of my brain until I had stuffed my face with Doritos (we needed the salt), had a shower and napped for two hours.

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Surprisingly, that night my appetite was somewhat diminished so the three course meal I was hoping to devour remained only half eaten. My appetite for more marathon running is through the roof though! The Davos Alpine Half will be a great warm up for a sub 4 hour marathon in Luzern this October.

Tada!

So, here it is. My new blog design!

I’ll keep this short and sweet. Basically, with the launch of the new design will come a gradual move towards a different content focus, but this won’t be happening overnight.

Hope you like the design and are looking forward to my exploitation of my new found enthusiasm!

Running in sub zero temperatures

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Most of the people I’m in contact with on a frequent basis are aware that I am training for the Paris marathon on the 15th of April. Some of them are very supportive, some impressed, a few incredulous and a good chunk of the crowd believe me to be clinically insane for wanting to put myself through the training, let alone the race itself.

I know, however, that I can do it. If people twice my age and older are able then as a seasoned runner, I’m pretty sure the odds are in my favour.

That’s not to say it’s been easy. Not even for a diehard, masochistic self-flagellator like myself. I’ve needed to play motivational thoughts in my head on repeat just to get my foot through my running tights, let alone through the door!

So here are my tips on how to talk yourself into going ot even when it’s snowing, it’s below -10C outside and it’s a day you have the agony that is a 400m intervals session penciled into your race training schedule.

First of all, I found that addressing the myths that surround cold weather running proved to alleviate the stress of hot-potatoing the subject of whether it’s good for you or not:

Myth 1: You will catch a cold if you run outside during the winter.

Actually, opting to swap all forms of exercise for sitting in a cosy place full of people (Starbucks springs to mind) is far more likely to make you sick. If you don’t keep up your fitness levels you’re letting your immune system mimic your laziness. Most people feel less guilty monging out where other people are doing the same, such as in a café, but little do they know that this is where they will catch their cold.

Myth 2: Running in the cold is bad for your lungs and throat
This isn’t entirely false, I have to admit. If you haven’t been building up to winter running you are actually quite likely to suffer if you throw your running shoes on and step outside out of nowhere. If you’ve been training consistently through the autumn and pre-arctic days of winter, then you’ll be fine taking yourself out for a jog along the frozen river. Air does reach body temperature by the time it reaches your lungs. I tend to wear a neck cowl thing and I find it makes a world of difference, even though my original reason for piling it on was to see if it would stop the tonsils from flaring up. It’s been working on that front too.

Myth 3: You won’t sweat so you don’t need to hydrate as much
Proof this isn’t the case – I took my hat off after 25 minutes because I was getting a bit warm. My hair was so sweaty that it froze almost instantly and I had black icicles dangling in close vicinity to my eyes…the hat went immediately back on. Make sure you drink water when you get back from a run in the cold. I make sure I drink green tea too because it’s antibacterial and I tend to take extra precautions to avoid sickness while training, there’s nothing more disheartening than having to take a week off because you’re sick. Especially when you’ve put so much effort into maintaining your fitness despite the cold.

Now for some tips

Tip 1: Double up on the legs and around the stomach area
I’m not sure if it has to do with the amount of extra fat we tend to carry on our thighs, rears and bellies, but I find that after a particularly cold run all my body heat has migrated to parts of the body that are muscle heavy. The outer bit of my thighs (where they meet the bum) and my tummy lag a wee bit in terms of muscle definition and I think that’s why they end up bright red. They’re even frozen to the touch while the rest of my body will have become quite toasty.

Tip 2: Try not to run against the wind when you’re tired
When you head out, if you have the choice, try to run against the wind so that you can run with the wind on your way back when you will be tired.

Tip 3: Warm up before you leave the house
Forget pre-run stretching. Do a few star jumps and press ups until you feel warmish, but not hot, then head out.

Tip 4: Keep your eyes peeled for ice
I had what could have been a nasty tumble running uphill in snow. I didn’t see the icy patch as it was hidden under the snow. Make sure you tread carefully.

Tip 5: Take tissue
If you’re a normal human being, your nose will run and then the snot will freeze – it’s better if you let it freeze within the confines of a tissue as opposed to under your nose…or in your glove… If you’re abnormal, like my boyfriend, you will never encounter snot issues…

Tip 6: Don’t go too far
Ignore your usual training schedule and just do what feels comfortable, not just in terms of spee, but also distance. It’s not recommended to go further than 10km when Siberian winds are visiting your neck of the woods. I mean, how do you intend to get back home when your legs freeze?

Knowing how to avoid catching a cold and how to run responsibly in the cold doesn’t guarantee you’ll be in the mood to shove your toasty feet into running shoes…so how does one stay motivated? I’ll post more on motivation in an upcoming post!

In the meantime, happy running!

images from here and here

9 ways to stretch your food

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I’m not an advocate of yoga, I am way too impatient to spend more than two minutes holding poses that don’t go anywhere. It’s my loss, I know, but I don’t think I will ever change my fundamental kinetic energy management drastically enough to become a yoghi, yogee, or however you call people with much more patience and calm than I have.

While I’m not very into stretching out my body, I am pretty good at making food cover more ground than it first appears capable of. In Switzerland I find this has become quite a valuable talent seeing as food and household maintenance items is where the boyfriend and I budget a whopping 800 CHF per month. We don’t always spend it all, but if you throw in a dinner gathering or two, it’s quite easy to end up with only a few Rappen rolling around in the box come pay day.

So, rather than living off tins of beans and plain pasta, I like to be innovative about my food buying. I’m sure some of this is more common sense than innovative frugality, but I thought I’d share my methods anyway, for anyone who does meet the end of the month wondering how they spent so much money with so few meals to show for it. What I consider the most important thing about maintaining a waste not want not attitude is that less food ends up in the bin this way. I hate wasting food, hateit.

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There’s always more food than you think right in front of you.

1. Stock ice cubes.

This one is stolen from Sarah Wilson, who is incidentally also the lady who convinced me to stop guzzling sugar. What she does is she puts her left over stock (like from when you make risotto) and puts it into ice cube trays. The next time you want to sautee a few pieces of couregette just grab one of these ice cubes instead of oil and you’ll be doing your calorie intake a favour as well as using something you might have washed down the drain. Plus, using no oil makes washing the pan up later much easier.

2. Freeze herbs, onions and garlic

I find that being asked to pay 2 CHF for a wee little box of rosemary is as wrath-inducing as being told “we don’t have tap water in this establishment” at a restaurant. Oh wait, that does happen here, how could I forget?
Anyway, When I buy a little container of coriander I use what I need and then chop the rest up and freeze it. I actually do the same with most herbs and even with garlic and onions if I suspect they might grow green tentacles before I can use them all. I would only recommend using the frozen herbs in meals you’re going to cook though, not in guacamole, for example.

3. Celery salt

Here in Switzerland when you buy some celery you buy a forest. I used to find it quite cheeky that you buy the celery by the kilo and that you’re charged for the weight of the leaves. Now I just make celery salt and skip over the anger. Thanks to 101 cookbooks. It tastes great on meats, in soups and on fried eggs!

4. Always slice and freeze bread

We have a great bakery down the road, which I wrote about over on spotted by locals. The bread is great but the loaves are often too big for the two of us, so rather than wait for it to become bird food, I slice it up and stick it in the freezer. It’s not rocket science and I’m sure many people do this too, but it’s worth mentioning as it’s always nice to know I have bread even when I’m too lazy to go and buy some fresh stuff.

I also do the same with rice.

5. Mix mince meat

I was delighted to discover that my nearby coop offers minced chicken meat. It’s cheaper and healthier than beef, but of course doesn’t act as a substitute. So, I just buy a pack of both for when I need lots of meat and mix the two. Sometimes I just mince an aubergine and stir that in instead.

6. Roast seeds

Pumpkin season means my oven gets more use. I eat the pumpkin, of course, and I roast the seeds to go in my salads or in my museli. Same goes for Butternut squash.

7. Eat skins and stalks

I tend not to peel my carrots or potatoes – the nutrition is mostly packed in the skins and they provide lots of fibre. Seeing as bin bags cost 2 CHF a pop, it makes sense to poop the waste than to use more bin bags, no? I’m not actually so cheap that I actually think these things through all the time, but it struck me as a good incentive to get people to eat their skins. Make sure you wash them well and, especially in the case of carrots, you buy organic.

I also make sure the “tree trunk” bit of the broccoli never makes it to the bin. Never.

8. Be weary of expiry dates

The milk I poured into my tea went off, in theory, two days ago. It smelt fine, it’s been in the fridge the entire time and I’ve never been sick as a result of opting to give my underused common sense a chance instead of passively obeying the fine print on my food packaging.

I have some pickles I bought back from Japan that went off a year ago. They’re pickled – read: preserved. I fed them to the boyfriend and he is none the wiser.

In the case of tea, since I bring it back from Japan or am given it by the truck load, I simply freeze it until I need to open a new bag.

9. Finally, an energy saving tip

I remember this being all the rage amongst housewives while I was living back in Japan, but since I wasn’t the one paying the bills back then (and therefore I was a naive spoilt little brat), I didn’t really pay much heed to the brouhaha. I get it now though. My mum showed me the magic of cooking with residual heat when she last visited. It’s quite simple really – when something is nearly ready, just turn off the heat.

In the case of pasta and noodles (perhaps even rice, though I haven’t tried it as I have a rice cooker), you can go the extra mile and cook using 2 minutes worth of gas/eletricity.

You simply bring your water to the boil (I cheat and use the kettle) and then shove the pasta in. Bring it to the boil again and leave it like that for a minute. Then turn off the heat and whack the lid on the pot. If your pasta says it needs 10 minutes to cook (aldente), then this is when you start timing your ten minutes.

The best thing about this method is that the pasta never sticks to itself or to the pot!

Happy environment and money saving guys! If you have any more tips, please do share.

Images from here, here, and here

Healthy habits overhaul

In my last post I wrote about drinking significantly less and cutting out sugar. What I really should have said is that I need to rethink the way I eat in its entirety. I visited the HNO Arzt yesterday to see if I could get to the bottom of my recurring tonsillitis and she gave me a wake up call when she asked me, “Schlafst du genug? Und deine Diät? Isst du genug Obst und Gemüse? Trinkst du genug Wasser?”

I had gone to a specialist and had been asked very fundamental questions:

- Do you sleep enough?
- How is your diet? Do you eat enough fruit and veg?
- Do you drink enough water?

It was a bit embarrassing to have to face such basic bodily maintenance questions in order to figure out why I might be falling sick every time I exert myself with the marathon training. I put it down to stress, work had been particularly tough just before my first outbreak, but the answer is most likely an amalgamation of the residual stress and, more crucially, my own false conviction that I was leading a healthy life.

I think it’s so easy to kid ourselves that we eat well just because we don’t gorge on McDonald’s meals or simply because we have something vaguely green on our plates at every meal. It’s also easy to feel that your innards fare better than your colleague’s because he drinks a daily can of coke while munching on a bag of Malteasers while you opt for an orange or a yoghurt. Being comparatively healthy doesn’t do you any favours though. I’ve realised I need to stop measuring health in uncertain terms and get to grips with my own body’s needs.

I did quite well when I realised that inserting sugar into my digestive system was akin to pouring alcohol over an open fire. It revved me up for long enough for me to wrongly perceive the reaction as being beneficial only to toss me over into the hands of misery and lethargy – for which I actually blamed the weather, my natural body temperature cycles and numerous other equally tenuous possibilities. I’ve managed to face one of my demons and am in the middle of tackling it so that’s one thing ticked off. I feel infinitely better for it and highly recommend giving it a shot if you suffer from sugar rush and low cycles that leave you feeling brain dead, like someone replaced your brain with that of an ant’s.

However, while giving up sugar wasn’t such a big palava for me, I recently came to realise that giving up sugar had meant overdosing on cheese and, even worse, subconsciously convincing myself that anything without sugar (read: anything) was automatically ok to eat, or somehow healthy. How that came to be I don’t know. I basically overcompensated for the lack of sugar in my system with fat, which isn’t in itself a bad thing, but when the fat load hits waistline expanding levels you know you’re taking things to the extreme – something I’ve noted I’m quite skilled at.

So, what am I doing now? Well, no cheese for starters, at least until my cravings die out. I’ve also gone completely tee-total as of almost a week now. It’s probably what I should have done from the outset really, marathon training demands lots of sleep and wine guzzling doesn’t allow your body to savour the sleep you grant it. I need to recalibrate my sense of well-being and focus on actively making my life healthier – in a conscience sense. I need to learn to look back on my day and pin point what I’ve gone out of my way to do that is good for my body and make these things a habit.

Training for this marathon in April has had its ups and downs, but if the end result is me realising that my deluded sense of a healthy lifestyle needs redefining, then I’ll have killed enough birds with one stone to be placed on the Bird Watchers wanted list.

Images by Takaya Hanayuishi

I’m back!

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If anyone was wondering where I scuttled off to for the last 6 months or so, well, the short answer would be that I had fallen out of love with blogging. I know, it  sounds terribly predictable, but the casualties could have been worse, I am still in love with many of the more crucial presences in my life (boyfriend included).

What it really boils down to is that I got myself into a bit of a slump and I dragged the blog down with me into my desolate little hole. Perhaps that’s the way it goes with expat life. One moment you’re so proud of what you’ve achieved on unfamiliar territory and you want to document your every step and then the next moment everything around you seems to turn on you and you feel desperately helpless.

Of course, I’m very much in touch with the first-world nature of these sorts of issues and try to keep my self-absorbed thoughts to myself.

So…. let’s move swiftly on and sink our teeth into the meatier portion of my grand announcement (I told you I was self-absorbed).

It is 2012 and I have set a lengthy but achievable set of goals for myself and without my blog I feel I will never stay on top of my goals.

1. I need to pass the C1 German exam. Need. Not want.

2. I must run the Paris marathon without defacing myself entirely.

3. To ensure none of my languages die on me, for every English book I read I must read an Italian, Japanese and German book and I will log my book reviews here as proof of my commitment.I am currently juggling Raymond Chandler’s The Long Goodbye and Nick Hornby’s About a Boy in German.

4. I will continue to keep sugar out of my diet (to those who wondered, yes, I lapsed over Christmas a bit because I’m human).

5. Drink significantly less. Again, in a bid to preserve certain parts of my brain and to lessen the blurring effect drinking has had on my waist line.

6. Get myself published – preferably on a platform I would actually bother to seek out myself. The pipe dream is the Guardian.

7. Be more lady like. I know, those of you who know me in real life are scoffing at this one. I’m fed up of being ID-ed when I buy beer so it’s time I step up my game and actually make myself look like a woman as opposed to an adolescent with tits.

8. Last but not least – steer my blog in a new direction. I’m hoping to create a harmony between keeping this blog personal and developing my writing repertoire a little. With a bit of luck this place will become entertaining. It’s also getting a bit of a makeover courtesy of a good friend’s friend to whom I’ll give credit when we unveil the improvements.

Wish me luck guys and do share your goals too. Knowing there are other people out there flogging themselves towards self-improvement will make me feel less idealistic (albeit no less masochistic).

Pictures from here and here

Thandie Newton’s take on being multicultural

I saw this over on Ted and had to share it. If only because she’s lovely.