Pizza is one of Italy’s most famous culinary products. It’s an important symbol of the country. Last month, I randomly heard about Italy nominating its traditional Neapolitan pizza to be included on the UNESCO cultural heritage list. A few days later, I travelled to Naples myself and was served one of the best pizzas I’ve had so far. Food wasn’t the sole purpose of my trip, though a very important one.
The Neapolitan pizza has a thin crust, except for its fluffy rim. It’s prepared in a wood-burning brick oven. Pizza Marinara and Pizza Margherita are the most famous ones. The first one is topped with tomato, garlic, oregano and oil. The second one has the colours of the Italian flag, its toppings being tomato, mozzarella, oil and basil.
It’s said that the pizza Margherita was created at the end of the nineteenth century in honour of Queen Margherita when she visited Naples.
Turkish coffee is already on the list, by the way.
If you could opt for a dish to be placed on the UNESCO cultural heritage list (or on your very personal top foods list), which one would that be?
This week’s photo challenge inspired me to share a picture taken from the Torre Tavira. With its forty-five metres above sea level, this tower is the tallest building in Cádiz, Spain. From up there, you get a wonderful view on the old town, the bright blue sky and the extensive sea.
When I took the picture, the compass adjusted to the railing particularly caught my attention. It comforted me with the feeling of endless possibilities. This is the way I feel about my future. Anything is possible. A compass also represents a high level of guidance. Ever since I can remember, I’ve trusted my inner compass. If it feels right, it is right.
Whatever adventure still to come, I’m ready to enjoy it. I’ll be sailing my way around treacherous cliffs, avoiding insidious icebergs and making it through tropical storms. I’m neither scared of sinking nor of exploring new routes and roads less travelled. Pirates don’t bother me, either. The only thing I fear is stalling.
For other interpretations of Future, have a look here.
As a letter and language lover I simply HAD to participate in this week’s Photo Challenge featuring the alphabet. The alphabet accompanies us on a daily basis. Its members are spread all across this world forming words and sentences and shaping communication. We may find it randomly on Berlin flea markets, such as on the picture above. Letters of the alphabet may also be carved into a tree to symbolize eternal love. Or into a padlock.
Let me share the following story with you:
About five years ago I visited a small town in Czech Republic with my boyfriend at the time. We went there to celebrate my birthday and while strolling around, we thought it would be nice to leave a trace of our love. I know… So we grabbed some dark nail varnish and wrote our initials onto a purple pinkish padlock we had brought with us. Then, we went to find a spot for it. We left it dangling from a barbed wire next to a bricked wall. It was a not too obvious yet beautiful place with a marvelous view of the town.
Years went by, hearts were broken and I completely forgot about that padlock. Now, as life goes, I recently found myself in that very same small Czech town. My visit there wasn’t planned at all but once I noticed it was THAT town, I thought I might as well have a look. I was curious to see if the padlock was still at its place. I remembered the path we had walked down at the time and found the bricked wall. I didn’t spot the padlock, though. I kept on walking up to a point where I noticed I had gone too far. So I turned around and followed the bricked wall again until I found the barbed wire bit. I leant onto the wall and had a look at the wire. It must be somewhere here, I thought to myself. I slightly turned my head to the left and Read more…
I’ve been procrastinating to write this post tonight. It’s the last one of this year’s NaBloPoMo series and that makes me feel a bit nostalgic.
Even though blogging on a daily basis for the last thirty days has been quite challenging, it has, once again, been a very rewarding experience. Coming up with a topic to write about hasn’t always been easy and on several days I’ve been exhausted after work and other daily obligations, just wanting to stumble into bed. Yet, the will to carry on has been stronger and I’m proud of having achieved this challenge. In case you’ve missed any of my recent posts, here’s what I’ve been posting throughout November 2015: Read more…
Guess what I’m drinking right now?
Salep is one of my favourite Turkish beverages. It’s the perfect drink for a cozy evening at home or to relax throughout an eventful day. The drink consists of salep powder with sugar that is added to hot milk. Depending on your personal preferences you may Read more…
Of the flat
With my dear
Knit by hand
By my mum
It’s so warm
Is it funny?
Is it mad?
I don’t care
Keeps me warm
Has its charm
Italian is quite similar to Spanish. So I can understand most of it. When I first heard about a dish called spaghetti alla puttanesca, however, I thought I wasn’t getting it right. Prostitute style spaghetti? This sounds so wrong. But it’s correct.
I was curious about the origin of this Sicilian dish. One of the explanations I found was that apparently prostitutes could have this meal in between clients as it’s quite fast and simple to prepare. Another explanation is that they were only allowed to leave the house once a week and that they would cook this dish consisting of mostly canned ingredients when they were running out of fresh ingredients.
So what do you need to prepare spaghetti alla puttanesca?
- Throw some garlic and chopped onions into a frying pan.
- Then add anchovy.
- Then some tomatos and peperoncini.
- Let it all cook for a while and season it with pepper and oregano (no salt is needed since the anchovy are salty enough).
- In the end you add pipless black olives and capers and pour the sauce on top of your spaghetti.
- Parmesan cheese or Pecorino cheese are optional.
You may also prepare this dish with tuna. In my version that you can see in the picture, I used canned tomato sauce instead of fresh tomatos. I also added some canned corn.
The first three words a Turkish kid learns to utter are anne (mum), baba (dad) and çay (tea).
In Turkey, you’re very unlikely to go one single day without çay. It comes as a package with hospitality and good company. A glass of çay is served in a small tulip-shaped glass that is put on a traditional little plate. The spoon is a third important component to stirr the sugar you might want to add to the beverage.
For other interpretations of Trio have a look here.
The U12 isn’t running through Berlin anymore. This metro line was temporarily (for almost eight months) connecting parts of the U1 and the U2 metro lines due to construction works on the U2. For me the U12 was a blessing though, as it made commuting into work very convenient. It only took me thirty minutes from door to door which was especially practical when running late in the mornings. Now I’ve noticed that changing trains extended my trajectory by fifteen minutes per ride. Considering that I work five days a week, this adds up to a total of 2.5 hours per week that I will be additionally spending on the metro.
So I’ve been brainstorming for ideas on how to use that extra time in the train every day. Here’s what I’ve come up with so far:
- Reading a book
- Reading the news
- Reading my fellow bloggers’ adventures
- Commenting on my fellow bloggers’ posts
- Brainstorming for blogging topics
- Reflecting on my life
- Thinking about what to get my family for Christmas
- Making my grocery list
- Guessing at what stop the person opposite to me will get off
- Imagining what the person opposite to me might be thinking
- Studying some Turkish
- Texting my friends / family
Do you have any other suggestions? What do YOU spend your time with while commuting to and from work?