Inspired by the potato-talk during my taxi ride some time ago, I made the Swiss Rösti. I love them for their crisp on the outside-soft on the inside consistency. Rösti are wonderful as a stand alone dish accompanied by a salad.
I-love-Berlin-its-taxi drivers-and more! (okay, so this does not really rhyme, but it was worth a try was it not?!)
Well, okay, in this first “Berlin Favourites” entry, I actually did all the prompting. What is a girl supposed to do, when she is sitting in a taxi with a driver who looked just plain mean-as if he really was tired of life and the world in general!
Yes, I could have left him alone and sat in silence for the 20 minute ride. BUT. I am simply much to loquacious for that. So…
A few weeks ago when I left my acupuncture appointment, I jumped into a taxi to take me home. I said my usual “Hallo” and told him where I would be going. Then he grunted something, which was, to my ear, completely non-decipherable. So, I asked him what he said and he quickly shook his head and grunted something again under his breath. Continue reading “One potato, 2 potato 3 potato 4” »