The cool fall of rain swept the tourists from the streets as we left our hotel and walked to dinner that evening. There is something utterly romantic about rainfall at night. The sound of moving water. The shine of the pavement reflecting nearby street lights. The cool dampness that draws a couple to huddle together as they walk, sharing an umbrella. The misty glow of the twilight sky.
Walking through centuries old streets in the historic city center, we found our way to our restaurant and shook off the rain as best we could. (more…)
Being from German and Irish heritage, I grew up with a lot of meat and potatoes. And onions. Melt a stick of butter, throw in some onions, and cook any meat. Repeat the process with sliced potatoes and a green salad, and that’s what I call dinner.
As is typical with most classic European dishes, it all began with the basic ingredients the average family could afford. In this case the subject is veal, (more…)