Home Cooking

After a week of delicious, high fat food in restaurants, washed down with beer, it is a pleasure to step off a flight, three trains, a cable car, and a funicular to find myself in Muerren, fogged in, across a valley from Eiger, Mönch, and Jungfrau.  The flat is on the second floor of a lovely house outside the “no cars” village with the flat below occupied by a retired firefighter and his wife.

Italian tuna, lentil soup, curried chicken, oven roasted potatoes, and lettuce from a garden in town with good local, red wine?  Now there’s an antidote.

The air is clear, rain is pouring, the sky is turning white, and a collection of Jan Neruda stories is in the cards.

That cooking tonight?  Salve.

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