Ingolstadt and Munich…

Thursday we left Rothenburg and headed to Ingolstadt to visit the Audi museum. We had a fabulous lunch at their cafe (I mean really delicious!). We are headed back to Ingolstadt on Monday for the Audi factory tour so my son – an avid Audi fan – can get a behind-the-scenes look at things. He also wants to visit a school there which he hopes to attend after graduating college (he wants to design car engines for Audi…). So this is a big deal for those of you wondering why we are spending so much time in Audiland…

Munich was our next stop. We arrived late afternoon on Thurday, and after a brief snafu with the hotel (they had one room reserved instead of two), we were checked in. Before I delve into Munich, let me tell you a little about this hotel. First, it is one of Munich’s newer hotels, set a little on the outskirts of the city center, so not bad pricewise. I chose it because it looked a bit artsy and fun (oh, ok, and because it was one of our cheaper choices!). Little did I realize that the beautiful artistic wall mural featured online was actually a glass partition between the shower and the room! Not so bad for a married couple (ie. my husband and I), but not quite as exciting for our boys who are sharing a room…Other than this minor detail and some internet connection issues (and two twin beds joined as one for my husband and me), it is not a bad little place, and it is very conveniently located near both the train and bus stations.

Once the check-ins were complete we headed into the center of town for drinks at the famous Hoffbrau Biergarten, a huge beer hall filled with people (mainly tourists), lagers of beer and pretzel wenches dressed in lederhosen. Also present were handlebar-mustached men clad in German attire and an oompah band keeping the masses entertained with their jovial German music. And of course there were plenty of the US younger crowd who are of drinking age here (yet not in the US)…one of whom I was lucky enough to hear in the bathroom stall next to me after she had partaken of a bit too much of the lager. Ah, but I digress! We enjoyed our liters of beer – Dunkel (dark beer) for me – as well as a platter of various sausages served with sauerkraut and mustard, and a pretzel from one of the beer wenches.

We consulted our handy-dandy Rick Steves ‘Germany’ book for a dinner recommendation and found Jodelwirt Pub. Upstairs there is a small area to eat and drink. You can eat/drink downstairs, too, but all the good action is upstairs. They speak little to no English here, and there is an older, heavy set man playing the accordian, singing and telling jokes in German (at least everyone seemed to be laughing, so I assume he was telling jokes…). Here, we enjoyed a noodle dish with bacon that was absolutely delicious! Between the food and the entertainment, it was a very ‘Bavarian’ experience. After dinner we headed back to the hotel in the pouring rain, drenched but sated and happy.

One final note regarding Munich’s public transportation system…it seems to be more or less on the honor system. We bought a group ticket which covered the four of us on the train and bus system over a three-day period: all this for the quite economical price of 22 Euros (group rate meant we had to travel together). This gets us all over town and even to Dacchau and back(another post to come on that later…). However, not once has anyone made sure we had a ticket, and no one seems to be policing the station to make sure riders have paid. Our 3-day ticket only needed to be stamped on the first use (by machine), but no one made sure it was stamped, and there is no stile for us to pass through with our ticket to verify its validity…seems odd to me….

Aaaaaannnnddd……we’re off! The journey begins!!!

We are off on our 5 week journey across Europe!!! We left Tuesday for the very long flight across ‘the pond’, landing in Frankfurt first thing Wednesday morning. The four of us fared rather well, and soon our luggage and rental car were retrieved – allowing us to be on our merry way!

Our first stop was Wurzburg. After a quick coffee and snack to revive ourselves at one of its cafes, we visited St. Kilian’s Cathedral and toured the town for a bit. Dirk Nowitsky was born in this town – an appropriate first stop for us Dallasites after the recent (VERY recent) NBA title the Mavericks snagged…

We left Wurzburg for Rothenburg by late morning…and this is the part it got a little tricky. Despite my husband’s ‘extra-OCD –special map planning’ and all of his back-up plans to assure us of a speedy (think autobahn) and non-eventful drive, it wasn’t exactly as smooth as planned. Oh, speed was definitely involved (again, think autobahn), but smooth? Not as much. We circled around several times after realizing we had programmed in the wrong Rothenburg town into the GPS. Arguments ensued about who knew which direction we were headed, and which Rothenburg town we needed to find…they were all so convinced their way was the best way…I sat back and tried to watch the scenery as it flew past, hoping not to get one of my headaches from all the noise…So for those of you out there planning a trip to Germany, there are several Rothenburgs in this country, and you should make sure you know which one you want to visit. Lesson learned for us!! And we eventually made it to the correct town, mild hearing loss and slight tension the only signs of the previous battle…

Rothenberg is a beautiful walled-in town and very well preserved from waaaaayyyy back when. Parts of the town were bombed/destroyed in WWII; however, the city center and most of the town were saved from much damage.  We arrived to our hotel, Hotel Herrnschloesschen, by 1:00PM and were able to check in early (thankfully…we we so tired and in need of freshening up!!). This was one of the nicest places I have ever stayed! Everyone we encountered was so friendly and welcoming and ready to help in any way we needed. Upon our arrival they guided us to their stunning garden in the back of the hotel and provided us with complimentary drinks (beer for the boys; German sparkling wine for me) while they took our luggage to our rooms and gathered our keys (real keys, not cards!!). It was a welcome treat after such a long flight and drive.  Although the hotel is set in one of the original buildings of the town, the inside has been recently renovated and the rooms have most modern amenities one might be seeking. Our rooms did not have air-conditioning; however, I believe a couple of the rooms do. Although I admit, that evening was beautiful and sleeping with the windows open allowed us to wake to the chirping birds in the morning. Who wants A/C with that option???

After a short nap to refresh ourselves, my husband I headed for a stroll around town. We grabbed a pretzel to tide us over until dinner, and then meandered through the cobblestone streets of town. We stumbled upon a beautiful garden when we peeked through one of the several gates located in the town walls. Soon, it was time for dinner…we gathered the boys and went straight to Hell! Ok, the restaurant was ‘Zur Holl’??? which we later learned means ‘The Hell’…it is a beer garden and restaurant offering decent German food…Following dinner we headed to the town center to meet up with others for the daily Night Watchman’s tour. The Night Watchman shows up clad in his watchman attire (robes, hat and carrying a special axe-like weapon, horn and lantern). He took us around town pointing out historical details which occurred at various places – all with a bit of a comical twist! It is well worth the Euros spent to take this tour…we walked a bit of the town’s wall afterward. It goes completely around the city (hey, it is a walled-in medieval town!), and one can walk the perimeter of the town on top of the wall. There are openings built into the wall to allow the city to be defended – slits to shoot arrows and holes to pour burning oil on ones enemies…perhaps this place hasn’t always been as friendly as now…

Sated from a lovely dinner and the tour now over, we headed back to our rooms for a much longed for night of rest. Breakfast was included with the hotel, and we chose the option to have it served in our room (no extra charge). This was one of the best breakfasts I have had in a very long time. My eggs we perfectly cooked, sunny-side up as requested, bright orange yolks staring up at me…we also had ham, fresh fruit, yoghurt (plain, unsweetened, and fresh – so yummy!), muesli cereal, fresh squeezed orange juice, and an assortment of breads. The boys added meat and cheese platters to their list of selections – also fabulous!

Thursday morning we visited the Criminal Museum and took one final stroll around town before heading on to our next destination…tata for now…Ingolstadt and Munich to follow….

Tiramisu Cake

Not with traditional flavors: Scotch replaces the marsala, and cake is used in place of lady fingers. But delicious nonetheless!
Tiramisu Cake 

The tiramisu cake was a huge success!

My son requested this for his birthday, specifying the cake be ‘very buttery’…he wanted cake in place of the lady fingers traditionally used in tiramisu.

I made the All-Occasion Downy Yellow Butter Cake from The Cake Bible* as the base, and my soaking liquid was espresso mixed with sugar and scotch (another change requested to replace the Marsala). For the filling I used a recipe I have made many times for a traditional tiramisu. It had eggs, mascarpone cheese, sugar and scotch (again, a change from the Marsala); however, it was not firm enough, and I was afraid the cake would slide apart if used ‘as is’.

It was quite the dilemma.

I decided I needed to wrap the cake with a sheet of chocolate to make sure it stayed together. So in a desperate late-night attempt to finish the cake before my son returned from college, I quickly melted some dark chocolate and spread it on my liner. I wrapped the inside of the cake pan (chocolate side facing in so I could peel the liner away later), then proceeded to layer in the cake components: 1st soaked cake layer, then some of the mascarpone filling, followed by a sprinkling of dark chocolate shavings; 2nd cake layer, more filling, more chocolate shavings.

At that point it went into the fridge where it sat overnight to set up and let the flavors come together. The next morning I removed the cake from the pan and unwrapped the form, revealing an ever-so-thin sheet of chocolate surrounding the cake and holding it all together.

The final result was delicious…I was worried that I should have used a more firm cake base to stand up to the soaking, but the taste and texture really worked. My son said it was his favorite of all the cakes I had made.

*the link to the recipe for the All-Occasion Downy Yellow Cake is http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/All-Occasion-Downy-Yellow-Butter-Cake-102289

 

Returning to the Nest (and all that Jazz)!

What an exciting weekend!!! My husband will shortly begin the very long drive back home, our eldest in tow after finishing his 2nd year of college. They should be here on Mother’s Day, a beautiful gift to be sure! I have already heard a few of the ‘adventure’ stories from this year’s move-out, and I expect to hear many more upon their arrival…

My son’s birthday was last Sunday, and since we knew he’d be coming home soon we held off the festivities until this weekend. He has selected as his cake of choice: a tiramisu cake…no lady fingers…he wants cake in their place. And scotch…apparently he has acquired a taste for scotch this semester. One of his electives was a course on jazz. He and his friends decided that scotch paired well with jazz and pooled their resources for a nice bottle of scotch (‘Glenfiddich 12’ to be exact). And it appears he did indeed acquire that taste for scotch after all. Guess he takes a little after his mom…

Back to the cake. I will be making a tiramisu cake and will be replacing the typical Marsala (some use rum or Kahlua) with scotch. So not your average Italian tiramisu to be sure, but I know it will be tasty! I’ve got the mascarpone ready to be whipped into a creamy filling. The coffee is on stand-by, ready for the addition of a bit of scotch – just a tad, mind you – for soaking the cake layers, and there are large chunks of Callebut dark chocolate ready to be melted down and molded into place. Oh, did I mention the Irish Coffee he would like served with the cake? My son, the gourmet…Again, like mother, like son…

Can’t wait until both get home…I will breathe a sigh of relief once they pass through that door safe and sound on Sunday. And then it will be time for the stories (and all that jazz…)!!!

Decorating in the Dark…Adventures in Baking!

 

 

 

 

We had a lovely Easter…lots of good food over the weekend! This weekend provided me with three valuable insights:

  1. Our household does not go through very many batteries at all.
  2. Replacing the dead batteries in your flashlight with the ‘on-hand, just-in-case-of-emergency’ batteries circa 2002 is NOT a good idea.
  3. I can decorate a cake in the dark.

Living in TX this time of year brings a lot of uncertainty with the weather, and this past weekend proved that! We have had the craziest storms here lately. My heart goes out to everyone who has been affected by these terrible storms. We have been very fortunate and have avoided any damage…Saturday evening – the night before Easter – yet another storm was in the process of blowing through town. I made sure to get my traditional Easter coconut cake in the oven so it wouldn’t get caught being half-baked in an electrical outage. Smart move! What I didn’t anticipate was the lights going out just as I held the cake up to begin decorating it. Around 11PM I finally had everything ready and lined up to assemble the cake. It was being supported in my left hand while I used my right hand to ice it. The wind was a-howling…and suddenly the house went dark…and quiet (ok, that part was nice). My husband quickly grabbed his cell phone and held it up so I could have a little light. He ended up going for the flashlight, the one that actually worked, although I had it pretty much iced and covered in coconut by then.

I must say, I had no idea how good or bad the final product turned out until the next day when I opened the fridge to see a beautiful coconut cake peeking out at me from the refrigerator [see cake above]. And the taste was just a delicious as ever!