I have acquired a lot of new knowledge since living for the past 51 years in Switzerland. I learned to speak a language that I did not even know existed. Even many German people do not understand the Swiss dialect in German and I speak it now every day.
What really surprises me is that I live with the farming year. Just before Winter begins we get the smell in our noses of the natural fertiliser from the animals spread on the ground. Winter is a quiet time, no farm work, the ground is frozen but when Spring is on its way the ploughing begins, preparing the fields for the crops. Then the crops are planted and after a month the first shoots appear. I like the guess work discovering what it actually is. and watching how they develop. Often there are no crops, just grass but that is also a crop. Whilst the corn is ripening and the various vegetable plants are making their underground roots, the grass grows, is cut by the farmer and left to dry in the sun for a day, which is when the farmer hopes it does not rain. The dried grass becomes hay, is gathered, formed into neat shapes and the animals have their winter food.
I had no idea of all of this until I lived in a small village surrounded by farms. It has become part of my life, although we are not farmers. Growing up in London the only wild life I ever saw were pigeons or sparrows sitting on the roof tops and grass was only grown in the parks.
The whole farming processes fascinate me today. I think I was born in the wrong place, but over the last 50 years have caught up on what I missed.
FOWC with Fandango: Acquire
This scene will again become a thing of the past from tomorrow. Corona is not behaving as it should and our cases are increasing again. Yesterday more than 100 new infections and this because it was decided to relax our lockdown, after all that would now be the thing to do. We were down to 20 new infections daily. From tomorrow guests in a restaurant and meetings are again limited to 100 persons, only when keeping your distance.
Talk was of perhaps a second wave, but this is not the case, just too early for relaxing the laws. Who made the mistake? Was it a mistake? I think people and he government just cannot wait for this spook to be gone.
FOWC with Fandango: Culpable
I have been married for 51 years to Mr. Swiss. I have cooked his meals almost daily (except for various restaurant visits) and basically he likes my cooking. Just tell me what you do when your partner sits at the table with a pot of aromat ready at the side. Before he takes a mouthful he sprinkles everything with this salty Swiss type condiment as if it was a life saver. I would add that during these 51 years he has been telling me regularly that my food resembles a hospital diet, just not enough salt. And of course, I never put enough salt in the vegetables when cooking them.
Am I really such a bad cook? Why do I find my food has enough salt, why does everyone else find my food is salty enough. Mrs. Swiss pours it all over his plate before even trying and thank goodness we are all corona free at home. None of us have strange tastes when eating certain food. Just Mr. Swiss who is sure that I am already treating him as a golden oldie putting him on a diet of salt free food. I have given up and just watch as he “oversalts” his food. I rest my case.
FOWC with Fandango: Taste
I was on the path on my way to town. Just turned the corner and saw something orange bouncing along – a balloon. The local gardens were empty, there was no-one to be seen or heard. It was just an orange balloon that came from nowhere and seemed to be going nowhere. I decided to take a photo. As if it knew it would be photographed it stopped in its path and then bounced along afterwards. It had been painted and I was sure that it must have escaped from a birthday party somewhere. Just a glimpse of a celebration that was over. I have not seen the balloon since.
FOWC with Fandango: Glimpse
Idyllic is when you have a job, you earn money, and you can afford to eat, to live somewhere, and to pay your rent and sickness insurance. Of course if you have a nice garden with all the gifts nature can show you, the ideal situation is even more idyllic. If you live in a place where nature say goodnight and good morning, where there is no war, and where you have an authority that you have chosen by vote of the people, then the idyllic situation is even more enhanced.
I am lucky enough to have all of this. Perhaps my health situation is no longer what it was, I have a wheelchair to go places if necessary. I also have good treatment for my condition, but I still count myself lucky to be independent enough to live comfortably. Nothing is perfect, but we can make the most of what we have.
All there is to be said is people, do not play with it. Somewhere, somehow we have a new enemy, a microbe, a threat to our health. Take care, follow the instructions to lead to the right path and one day this will also be overcome.
FOWC with Fandango: Idyllic
I decided to make chilli con carne for the evening meal. I have a penchant, actually the whole family has the same penchant, to prepare a cooked meal on Saturday evening.: perhaps pasta, something with pastry, or a chilli con carne. I also have a penchant with my chilli to use the same ingredients because we all like them. However, I did not consider my new store in town which has good choices, but not the same as the super store where I did my shopping when I had a car.
I/we like peppers in our chilli with various colours: red, yellow and orange and of course green. I forgot the green pepper so this was one of the reasons I went into town this afternoon. This store had only green peppers together with red. Luckily it was the cheaper sort so I now have three peppers to use after using the green one. Then there was the problem of the little hot sharp chilli that I usually cook with my mixture. This other store does not have them in their choice, so I added an extra helping of chilli pepper. It was not the same thing, but better than nothing. And then there was the bean problem. I could get my little red Indian beans with no problem, but we also like the big white kidney beans and this store does not have them in their choice. Luckily I had a tin in my cellar stock, so the day was saved.
Penchants as a routine are not such a problem, but others tend to make the problems. Next week I will be making my monthly online order from the store and I will be ordering about 10 tins of the white beans just to be sure.
FOWC with Fandango: Penchant
Nothing escapes my eyes when I take a wheelie with a camera, be it just my mobile phone or a genuine camera. As I was on the way to town I wheeled along the path next to the local railway and where it eventually widened out for the road crossing I notice this big yellow object on one side.
I decided to approach it for a closer inspection and discovered the inscription in German meaning Track Construction. Does this mean that yet again our railway tracks again will be replaced? I can imagine the noise during the night all through the Summer. It is always a nocturnal job as the trains do not operate during the night.
FOWC with Fandango: Gadget
There it stands alone. One garbage burning plant is enough for the area. The unwanted bits and pieces comprising our life style all find this as their happy hunting grounds, their termination, no more recycling. Once a week it is collected in the special plastic bags which cost a fortune I would add, and taken on their last journey. It makes no difference what it is, but this is the community garbage cremation building. The plastic bags are expensive as the burning charges are included in the price.
Note the smoke is white, although it is always white. Reminds me of announcing a new pope.
FOWC with Fandango: Ubiquitous
I saw some strange things this afternoon when cruising though the lower part of town on my way home from the store in my wheelchair. I decided to take another path for some fresh food for the camera. I then saw this strange construction on a path leading to one of our bridges across the river. Is it a bridge without a deck? I have no idea what it is, perhaps one of those strange works of art that escape from the museum..
I then continued on my way home and found another object on the opposite bank of the river. It looks like a crane, and it was showing our local red and white cantonal flag at the top.
I seem to be missing out on things in our area. New constructions appearing everywhere, a zone of modern art, or perhaps these objects have a use. I should really read the local newspaper in more detail.
FOWC with Fandango: Zone
Two bottles of HP Sauce standing on the shelf
If you order two bottles of HP Sauce that arrive by post from a Swiss dealer because we do not live in England the basic price is twice than what you would pay in England. Then you have to add the postage, which costs more than the actual bottles.
So if you want to have HP Sauce with your Cervelat or any other Swiss sausage it is an expensive operation.
However I brought the idea with me from England. No. 1 son can no longer eat his Swiss Bratwurst without HP Sauce, I also prefer it to mustard, and although Mr. Swiss says it is not typically Swiss, he also likes to drown his Swiss meat delights in HP Sauce.
Today the parcel arrived from a Swiss company that also have a large store in the Bahnhofstrasse in Zürich, Globus. It was packed in a very dignified box, black, and we even got a complimentary card with it thanking us for our custom.
I grew up with HP Sauce, it was one of life’s experiences, but I have now discovered that introducing it to the family was not so ideal.
FOWC with Fandango: Empirical