Just finishing up a collection of new essays by Caitlin Moran that are as funny as they are incisive, which is to say inspiring, and sipping hard cider after five hours on a ridge in the rain and cold walking from Muerren to Gruetschalp.
Yes, I know: Done that walk before, but with clouds obscuring everything (just about) it was a good option.
Last night we went to a restaurant in the village, a place I normally visit only to enjoy a draft at the end of a hike. In fact, it was the first time I’d ever eaten a meal in Muerren outside of the flat where we stay. The food was delicious: Good lettuce and fried perch with boiled potatoes.
This morning, speaking of food, I had the good fortune to enjoy a thick crusted, dark sunflower seed bread with butter and black cherry jam. Easily the best bread I’ve had in a year. By far.
The Swiss do simple things well. Very well. Bread, cheese, dried meats, and garden vegetables.