If only all Saturdays were about these.
Oct. 11th, 2009 12:00 am![[personal profile]](http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
monanotlisaFriend, food, and drink: generally a winning combination. In this case, the WIN! holds true in two instances.
1.
I don't know why or how, but in the year(?!) I hadn't seen her, I'd forgotten Anne is a fan! She watches Pro7 and the US & British shows that channel keeps buying so dilligently, netflixes worthwhile series, has an eye and a mind for movies too.
It's not that I don't know any media fans in real life - my uni friend Jay is a movie buff - but my European friends are very noticeably less tuned into the products of popular culture and what they say about life, the universe and everything. And while I hate to say this because it stereotypes in ways that I don't think necessarily apply to, say, my new - male, English, all-around lovely - officemate Sandy, it matters that she's a girl, with a keener eye in many regards. Or at least the ones that have weight and meaning to me as a feminist.
In any case, after kicking off our conversations with personal cannibalism questions - would you rather eat insects or humans after a plane crash in snowy mountains? What if these humans were still alive at the time? - I don't think we left out much, topic-wise, from A like Andes via B like Buffy to Z like zero-smudge mascara.
We took the train to my parents' town, where I started this laundry load, watered Anne, and gave her a ride back to her city: oh, the glories of a car. I know it's often silly to respond to general societal problems in such individualised ways, but I wasn't much into letting her take the S-Bahn down to where she lives, and neither was she. Everyone who thinks that deadly violence in local public transport is a Munich problem is sadly mistaken. If you have a large subset of underprivileged and angry youth, it's only a matter of time before heads are rolling back and forth during a letal beating on the dirty pavement of a nearby subway station. As I don't feel German society has acknowledged that this is a structural problem and not at all a rather surprising local accumulation of crimes, and as someone who has ridden trains with aggressive teenage/twen-age boys very, very clearly spoiling for a fight, I try to avoid them...and also vote for parties that favour actual social programmes and are willing to facilitate integration. Money, mouth; you know the drill.
2.
The (fresh and divine) soup kitchen I often go to for lunch was closed, however, so Anne & I had to find another place. Where they admittedly served huge portions of tapas - we could have easily shared two, I think, at roughly five Euro each.
If only it had been good too. :( The Spanish-style rabbit-in-garlic tasted nowhere near fresh and was a little stringy. The fried anchovies were cold, tacky, and tasted very fishy. If there ever was a no-no re: fish, it's that one, surely.
That said, before, Anne had bought both of us two pieces of chocolate ganache artisan cake on a caramel layer and crispy crust at the deli market. And so, upon coming home to my place - to good tea with organic milk and raw cane sugar - we had these gorgeous and definitely delightful creations.
Have some photos?
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3.
Now, having returned after everything and hanging at the parents' (who are away visiting friends: sturmfrei!), I'm drinking Hakutsuru Draft Sake, which is fine, if not exciting, taste-wise. If you do have sake recs, bring them on.
1.
I don't know why or how, but in the year(?!) I hadn't seen her, I'd forgotten Anne is a fan! She watches Pro7 and the US & British shows that channel keeps buying so dilligently, netflixes worthwhile series, has an eye and a mind for movies too.
It's not that I don't know any media fans in real life - my uni friend Jay is a movie buff - but my European friends are very noticeably less tuned into the products of popular culture and what they say about life, the universe and everything. And while I hate to say this because it stereotypes in ways that I don't think necessarily apply to, say, my new - male, English, all-around lovely - officemate Sandy, it matters that she's a girl, with a keener eye in many regards. Or at least the ones that have weight and meaning to me as a feminist.
In any case, after kicking off our conversations with personal cannibalism questions - would you rather eat insects or humans after a plane crash in snowy mountains? What if these humans were still alive at the time? - I don't think we left out much, topic-wise, from A like Andes via B like Buffy to Z like zero-smudge mascara.
We took the train to my parents' town, where I started this laundry load, watered Anne, and gave her a ride back to her city: oh, the glories of a car. I know it's often silly to respond to general societal problems in such individualised ways, but I wasn't much into letting her take the S-Bahn down to where she lives, and neither was she. Everyone who thinks that deadly violence in local public transport is a Munich problem is sadly mistaken. If you have a large subset of underprivileged and angry youth, it's only a matter of time before heads are rolling back and forth during a letal beating on the dirty pavement of a nearby subway station. As I don't feel German society has acknowledged that this is a structural problem and not at all a rather surprising local accumulation of crimes, and as someone who has ridden trains with aggressive teenage/twen-age boys very, very clearly spoiling for a fight, I try to avoid them...and also vote for parties that favour actual social programmes and are willing to facilitate integration. Money, mouth; you know the drill.
2.
The (fresh and divine) soup kitchen I often go to for lunch was closed, however, so Anne & I had to find another place. Where they admittedly served huge portions of tapas - we could have easily shared two, I think, at roughly five Euro each.
If only it had been good too. :( The Spanish-style rabbit-in-garlic tasted nowhere near fresh and was a little stringy. The fried anchovies were cold, tacky, and tasted very fishy. If there ever was a no-no re: fish, it's that one, surely.
That said, before, Anne had bought both of us two pieces of chocolate ganache artisan cake on a caramel layer and crispy crust at the deli market. And so, upon coming home to my place - to good tea with organic milk and raw cane sugar - we had these gorgeous and definitely delightful creations.
Have some photos?
</i>3.
Now, having returned after everything and hanging at the parents' (who are away visiting friends: sturmfrei!), I'm drinking Hakutsuru Draft Sake, which is fine, if not exciting, taste-wise. If you do have sake recs, bring them on.