They do have interesting patterns sometimes.
They do have interesting patterns sometimes.
The Pine Tree opposite my garden complete with pine cones
So radically red as these two guys, is no-one. The problem is you only see them at the end of the year.
You name it, I’ll fry it. I fry almost everything. Here we have a frying pan with Swiss calf sasages and don’t forget the onions. What is a sausage witbhout fried onions? It is like bread without butter, which reminds me I always fry in butter. No, it does not burn, unless I forget it, which rarely happens.
It was my mum and the english way of eating where I learned the qualities of an english fry-up. Mr. Swiss did not know the benefits of this, but I naturally filled him in on the details. A fry up is not just a fry-up. I must admit mum was not so much into butter and used cooking fat. I was too young and inexperienced to alter her way of cooking. She cooked like her mum cooked and her mum probably also cooked like her mum cooked. This tradition must have gone back to the days of King Henry VIII and it was said that he probably had two digestive systems to manage his meals.
The problem with cooking fat was that no-one really knew what sort of fat it was. Obviously from some sort of unfortunate animal, and I would tip on pig. It was the cheapest way of doing it and they had plenty of fat.
So Mr. Swiss asked what are we eating this evening (almost 50 years ago) and I suggested I could cook a “fry-up”. He was astonished, but when he saw the bacon slices and sausages sizzling in the pan (in butter of course), he gained interest. However, this would not be very healthy without some fresh vegetable and so I added some tomatoes. However, as my cooking experience developed, I discovered that tomatoes baked in the oven were more tasty instead of being fried. I could season them with Aromat (a basic ingredient to make a Swiss happy) and pepper, and add some herbs from the garden and of course top them up with butter. As life proceeded in the Angloswiss household we had a herb garden. Another addition to the vegetable section are fried mushrooms, noticed the word “fried” again, in butter of course.
I would add that the Swiss sausages lack the enjoyment of an irish pork sausage, but these are not available in Switzerland. Mr. Swiss found that english sausages were more saw-dust than meat, but that is the Swiss opinion, like Swiss first I suppose. On my visits to England I would often include two packets of the famous english sausages in my luggage. They were eaten by all, but mostly by me, although the kids found them interesting and something completely different.
There is something missing? Yes, well if you are of english origin then a can of Heinz baked beans in tomato sauce are necessary. No english person can enjoy his food without the famous basked beans. You can buy baked beans in tomato sauce in Switzerland, but they do not have that special “zing” in the sauce, that the Heinz beans have. And there we have, an english fry-up, not exactly according to my mum, but after all we are now living in the 21st century. I almost forget the fried egg. I prefer mine fried on both sides, but Mr. Swiss is more the sunny side up type. Just one fried egg, we do not want to overdo it, too many fried eggs are not healthy.
Talking of health, of course it is not healthy – a reason for heart attacks, an overdosis of cholesterol and blood clots. But at least your lungs are not affected. If you happen to be a smoker, then it could become a problem. But we live to eat (or is it eat to live). I cannot remember.
Yes, the lilacs are flowering in my part of the world, on the field opposite my garden, but nature decided to give a bonus and add a little snow to the picture. It was the big flocky stuff, but lightweight so the blossoms are still on the tree. To add to the spectacle we got minus temperatures during the night, and very minus. The neighbour mentioned to Mr. Swiss that my apple blossoms would probably all now dwindle and there would be no apples this year. I just love the optimists in life, but the blossoms are still there and I do not think we will be having an apple famine this year. If the worst comes to worst I can always buy them in the supermarket. My developing 2 avocado plants, and my poinsettia from christmas, also spent the night outside, but on the first look this morning they have survived. The weather prophets have predicted cold but sunny weather until the week-end.
In the meanwhile I have other things to occupy my mind.
The builders arrived yesterday morning and began their scaffolding work. The two guys that are doing the work are the specialists and so they know what they are doing. The photo shows just the morning progress, but at the end of the day, the building was completely encased in scaffolding from bottom to top.
Of course I took some action photos. They are both very nice guys and it was interesting to talk to them. When they had completed their work yesterday I discovered that I no longer had an exit from the east side of our appartment. It has been completely blocked with iron poles.
When I mentioned the problem to the chief guy (the one in orange) he said the leader of the building pack did not mention anything about leaving an opening. Ok, it is not so tragic, as I can always leave my appartment by the main door and walk into my front garden from the other side. I realised the building leader was a sort of building god, and what he says has to be done. I just hope that when they begin on the other side of the appartment, the West side, they leave an exit, otherwise things could get complicated.
Apparently they will also be mounting ladders for the working men to enable them to climb up the scaffolding, but that will be of no help to me. I have problems climbing normal stairs. On the other hand I must say life is no longer as boring as it was. Every day there is a new surprise and it is interesting to see how they go about the work. They are building artists. The only noise was now and again when the drill had to be used, but not very much.
I noticed that one of the men had talent for pole dancing. Perhaps he was training.
And now to the normal daily work, it is all quiet in the East and West and the builders have not yet arrived. I think today they will be putting the finishing touches to their Cristo creation – Cristo was the artist that liked to pack his creations in other material.
Mr. Swiss has a tquick trip to the dentist, and the plumber has been organised for a small job because someone had to remove the bottom part of the sink as something fell into it which was important and now it is leaking, because the person who screwed it back was not a plumber. Otherwise we have changed the bed linen and I will continue with my daily housewife stuff.
I have my camera ready for any building action shots – you never know.
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