T'is the season to be foraging

Until last week, I was under the impression that the Polish - first and foremost - have a love of all things DIY. It's the Polish who happily move countries to take over a building, sleep there eat there live there for months on end while tinkering with bricks and mortar and white goods and drinking Polish vodka. No?

No.

While driving along the 11 road out of Berlin, crossing the (heavily guarded by police cars, for some reason) border into Poland, it turns out I was wrong. In early autumn, at least, the Polish seem to have a very different national hobby. They're, en masse, foraging for mushrooms. How pure, how ethical, how seasonal.

How lucrative.

All along the roads I travelled, cars were parked on shoulders, in bends and on little side roads. People carrying cute wicker baskets and (for those less stylish) plastic bags or buckets were everywhere, moseying about, ducking in and out of bushes. They would then line those same roads, selling their wares.

We stopped our car at some lady's feet. As opposed to her neighbour, an angry looking man with jars of honey and pickled wares, she was selling nothing but a few freshly picked mushrooms, in plastic punnets. No points for stylishness then. But douze points on the authentic scale. She looked sort of proud. She took her hat off for the picture. Sweet. Then she asked 6 euros for one punnet of ceps (porcini). See what I mean? Lucrative.

But we didn't care. We have been happily eating mushroom pasta (made with fried onions, thyme, cream and one of those wonderful cubes of mushroom stock that they only ever seem to be selling abroad). We dried another batch, sliced, at 40˚C in the oven for a good couple of hours. Happy autumn days they are.

Foodie postage stamps, or the lack thereof

Take one large glass jar full of Dutch postage stamps, ranging from the contemporary (the latest royal princesses) to the very, very old (the queen before the queen before the king). What with the average stamp topic reflecting popular culture, you'd say there would be some food related stamps there, right?

Wrong.

There are, of course, countless ones with queens or future queens on them. Then there are famous painters, scientists (why? It's not like anyone gives a toss) and, for some reason, starving children. Big leap forward, and there are stamps adorned with cute illustrations. Now I am all for cute illustrations, but somehow there seems to be a wide gap. One the one hand, highbrow charity and long dead writers, on the other, cute colourful birds and Bambi like deer.

This says all you need to know about Dutch food culture, I think. In the eyes of the masses, no such thing exists.

There was one stamp I did find with food on it: a head of lettuce, a tomato, and what seems like airport tarmac. Slightly random, but nevertheless: double whoop!

Ferrero Rocher, deconstructed

Last week we got a family sized tray of Ferrero Rocher from our elderly neighbours. It was a thank you for trying (and failing) to help them when they'd locked themselves out of their flat. Despite our best efforts it was our neighbour himself who, with his (at least) 75 years of age, fiddled with a bicycle spoke until he was blue in the face and the door miraculously sprung open.

Anyway. Ferrero Rocher. After eating my twelfth golden bonbon, something inside my sluggish brain finally clicked and I remembered! As a kid, I would eat them deconstructed. This is how it went, in ten steps:

1) Lift the golden ball out of its paper casing, being careful not to rip the foil (didn't work today)

2) Picking the glue off the paper casing, rolling it into a ball and flicking it away with my finger

3) Either rolling the foil into a gold ball or smoothing it out nicely for use as a table cloth in my Barbie doll house

4) Cracking the chocolatey nutty exterior and eating it WITHOUT damaging the crispy ball inside

5) Opening the crispy ball at the seam, splitting it in two

6) Eating the nut

7) Licking out the Nutella filling

8) Sucking on the crispy ball, now empty, until it had gone soggy in my mouth

9) Eating the soggy remains

10) Sneaking into the cupboard to see if I could nick another one without anybody noticing

Ah, the joy. 

Good thing is, we have another 4 Ferrero Rochers waiting to be eaten. I wonder if anyone will notice if I have another one...

The Kitchen Diaries

It's two days before I am interviewing Nigel Slater about the book he once described as his favourite, The Kitchen Diaries. The book, of course, has been out for yonks, but the Dutch were a bit slow to catch on and are only publishing a translated edition now. Lucky them - there's a whole world of marvelous recipes to be discovered.

I still remember my first Nigel Slater concoction, it was his afternoon tea cake, full of fruit and nuts, crumbly and dry enough to fool anyone into thinking it is bread more than cake and thus justifying slathering on a thick layer of butter.

I have been in total awe ever since. I won't be saying that to him though, as I imagine it must be well annoying to be interviewed by a 'fan'. No, I'll be playing it cool on Thursday. Oh dear, am I nervous.

The Kitchen Diaries are about 365 days of cooking and eating with the seasons. (They're also about shopping, about ingredients and about - hurray! - the weather.) Reading it, I grew a massive ball of jealousy in my stomach. If only I had the time to Just Think About Food all day long.

Oddly enough this is also the week that I found out there are scores of people doing a '365' project, setting themselves a nice little goal to accomplish each day and documenting it online somewhere. In a blog, on instagram, wherever.

There is a lady who does a daily self-portrait, a girl who photographs her daily 'nourishment' and a woman (they're all women, it seems, apart from a Japanese guy) who designs a new pattern (doodle style) every day.

A dim sum inspired pattern by Ann Kilzer

Nigel Slater, I'm now thinking, was the original 365-er.

I'm tempted to follow suit and make a 365-style kitchen diary of my own. Focusing on one ingredient every day, maybe. That way I am allowed to think about food every day, at least for a bit, and deal with that big ball of jealousy. I also reckon it's great for tricking myself into thinking I have accomplished something, even when all I have done is hang out with the twins and snapping a picture of a lemon. It's perfect.

You can check the lovely 365-project people out here:

makesomething365.com

The self-portraits: afaceaday2013.blogspot.com

The nourishment pics: nourish365project.com

The patterns: 365daysofpattern.blogspot.com

Eat a Lot: Bite Club, Kreuzberg

Sometimes something happens that makes me realise I'm totally out of the loop. That, or the city I live in is just too blinking big. This happened again last week, when I heard of the second instalment of a new foodie event. A foodie event. New. In Berlin. And I had missed the first gathering? Oh no. Best go and check it out pronto.

And so I went to Bite Club. It's best described as a gathering of mobile food vendors, the ones that normally show up to provide the all-important nosh at festivals or events. Only this time they ARE the event. Quaint campervans, pushbike-drawn carts and flappy bunting everywhere. Sprinkle a DJ, a few bars and a seating area floating in the Spree on top and you have your own mini summer festival. You won't even notice the Arctic Monkeys aren't there.

I learned a few things as I watched the infinitely more trendy and clued up Berliners go by:

1) käsespätzle = tasty in summer too

2) black = the new black

3) a jute bag = the must have accessory 

(baby twins do well too but they're not quite as easy to carry around)

4) non-sparkly blanc de noir wine = soooo my favourite wine

5) if you want to try the Korean barbeque, get there early

I had the käsespätzle (€4), selbstverständlich. It was by far the best käsespätzle I have ever tasted. Soft, salty and endlessly cheesy thanks to the Algäuer and Emmenthaler cheeses. The crispy fried onions and chives on top were a winner too. I also tried the shrimp burger (€6), which turned out to be prawns scattered on a crusty bun rather than a patty of some kind. The prawns where lovely and knackig (ah, let's say: lush) though. And, from the same van, cayenne and melted butter popcorn (€1) which totally fills the hole while you wait for the loser in your group to survive the queue for the Korean barbeque. It's all a bit on the expensive side considering the small portions, but good it was. The drinks (a cocktail, a posh glass of wine) are a fiver too, so bring you own beer, poor Berlin style. No seriously, you can, our deck chair neighbour did the same, and he looked clued up enough not to have missed the first instalment.

Bite Club, Hoppetosse, Eichenstraße 4, 12435 Berlin (next to the Badeschiff), website 

Next event dates: 30 August, 13 and 27 September, 6pm to midnight

PS I saw this jute bag at Etsy - it seems very Berlin somehow. Must be because everyone here looks EXACTLY like the couple on the bag...

Banana fix

Quick fixes are favourites round our house at the minute. I was warned, with baby twins, I would be drinking lots of cold cups of tea. It's not quite that bad, actually. But if I want to have my dinner before 9 pm, short cuts have to be taken.

Today, on what has to be the hottest day of the year here in Berlin (no sign of that torrential rain that's tormenting a large part of Europe just yet), we opted for a Schiller burger outside, and a dessert that I read about on Chocolate and Zucchini, instant banana sorbet. It's amazingly simple, superbly delicious and yes, dead quick.

The only thing that would make it even quicker is to peel your (blackened and overripe) bananas before placing them in the freezer. But apart from that, what could be easier then tossing them in the Magimix, pulsing, scraping the slush down, pulsing again, scraping the slush down again (do not attempt to do this while the blade is running like me, queen of all shortcuts, or you'll end up with a spatula looking like this:)

and hey, presto!

Dinner, dessert and baby bedtime all over and done with before 9pm. Priceless.