Monatsarchive: August 2015

corsican pie with winter greens & ricotta

table twenty eight

corsican pie with winter greens & ricotta | table twenty eight

Mum visited a good friend last week and came home with armfuls of freshly picked greens from her garden – rocket, kale and silverbeet (sporting leaves the size of small umbrellas).

Instead of defaulting to salad or steaming, I had a small burst of creative mojo and a desire to do something out of the ordinary with this abundance of winter greens, lovingly homegrown and as fresh as they come.

I turned to my cookbooks (rather sadly neglected for some time) in the hunt for a dish to pack in as many nutrient-dense leafy greens as possible (carnivores – stay with me here, I promise the story turns out well).

silverbeet | table twenty eight

It was hardly surprising that the recipe that eventually caught my eye comes from Yotam Ottolenghi, one of my favourite chefs and champion of moving vegetables from side plate to main event.

I’ve tailored his original recipe for…

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Für Juden ist überall Dresden!

Tapfer im Nirgendwo

Neulich in der U-Bahn. Eine Unterhaltung zweier Männer:

„Warste am Wochenende bei der Gaza-Solidaritätskundgebung?“

„Nee, habs verpasst!“

„Waren kaum Leute da, nur Touristen. Und dieses eine Mädchen. Die, die bei der Merkel geweint hat. Aber die durfte nichts sagen. Glaubste das? Das hat man ihr verboten!“

„Wer hat das verboten?“

„Na Springer! – … – Und die Polizei! Ist doch beides in Judenhand!“

„Sei leise, man! Nicht, dass die das hier hören.“

„Die Juden? Die fahr’n doch gar keine Bahn, die reichen Säcke.“

„Ja stimmt, ich hab auch noch nie ’nen Juden in der Bahn gesehen …“

Dieser Dialog fand in der U-Bahn neben meiner Facebook-Freundin Linda Rachel statt und fasst das ganze Problem des Judenhass‘ zusammen: Ein Judenhasser behauptet den gröbsten Unfug über Juden, weil er keine Juden kennt!

Wenn in Köln jemand etwas abfälliges über Muslime sagt, kennt jeder Kölner genug Muslime, um sagen zu können: „Bist…

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A Brooklyn street named for a president’s son

Ephemeral New York

QuentinroadOn a street grid packed with lettered avenues, Brooklyn’s Quentin Road stands out.

Stuck between Avenue P and Avenue R, Quentin Road actually used to be known as Avenue Q. But in 1922, a petition to change the name was brought to the city’s Board of Aldermen. So who was Quentin, and why did Brooklynites want to honor him with a street name?

Quentin was Quentin Roosevelt, 21, fifth child of Teddy Roosevelt. Rambunctious and mischievous as a child, Quentin left Harvard and his fiance, Flora Vanderbilt Payne, in 1916 to volunteer for World War I.

QuentinrooseveltHe trained as a pilot at a field on Long Island (today known as Roosevelt Field), but was killed in combat over France in 1918.

The petition to rename Avenue Q for Quentin may have had to do with his father’s popularity in New York. After all, he was the former city…

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