The hills are alive
“But that is so simple!” you say. “Why didn’t I think of that?” Because you, sir or madam, are not the winter sports prodigy that I have turned out to be. I say that not to imply that I have any kind of skill or promise as an athlete. No sir. Quite the opposite. Rather, …
For some time now, I’ve wanted a couple of llamas. Two, to be exact. I have names for them already: Dolly and Lo. Llama Lo means “Why not?” in Hebrew. And Dolly, well, if you don’t get why I want to name my llama Dolly, then I don’t even know you. I figure the llamas …
Now that we’re done roaming for a while, we’re back to our normal, sleeply life. Here are the Saturday highlights: 1. Ice skating for a few hours in the middle of the day. The ice is perfect, the best it’s been in years. The last two winters we had only a day or two of …
Last year when Christian and Sabine tried to take us on a little walking tour of their nearby city, Steyr, it poured with rain. Instead of sightseeing, we ate cookies and read books to their little girls and frittered away the afternoon in a gemuetlich (cozy) way. This year we did that too, but in …
Sunday morning we went up the hill to have a little lunch and to hang out with some folks who own a restaurant up there. The husband has been friends with these folks, well, forever, the way you are friends with people in a small town where you all go to tiny schools together. It’s …
Christmas eve Cream of leek soup with toasted brown bread croutons Warm rolls right out of the oven Beet salad with horseradish dressing Green salad with pumpkin seed oil dressing Deviled eggs with anchovies Paper thin slices of ham with rosemary Smoked saibling (lake trout?) from the Grundlsee Tomato and garlic bruchetta spread Brie, blue …