Last saturday, I hiked back up camp Fox to pick up the white sangria I left melding in the fridge. One of the best things about Stuttgart is that the white wines here are good and relatively cheap. Like a few bucks for a bottle that will blow away anything under the $12 bottle line at your grocery store.
Chandra and Shiva were eating a breakfast of curried rice flakes, apparently a traditional breakfast dish, and they shared some with me before Giovanni came to pick us up.
The bearded Greek rolled up to the curb with only the passenger side window open. Clenching a cigarette in his teeth, he motioned franticaly to his side: "there is a monster on the side mirror!" We walked around the tiny car to investigate. A grasshopper. A small grasshopper. I flicked it away and we jumped in.
We rendezvoused first at the Mexican's apartment and met up with Oscar, the intern from my office, another Mexican girl, and some other friends, and we caravaned down to the fish market in Bad Canstatt across the Neckar river. There is a gourmet store there with a cold room where really fresh fish are sold. Our group bought calimari, a big octopus, several whole fish for grilling, a bag of clams, a veritable haul.
Next stop was the big box Turkish grocery store where everything was super cheap with good vegetables. Made me miss having a car to get out to these suburban stores. Sometimes.
Stopped first at the Greek's for some coffee and chatting while Apostolos finished getting ready and then we headed back to the Mexicans. There, I pulled out the sangria, and everyone jumped around the tiny kitchen making their dishes. Saori helped Gio make a clam riosotto, which was the best dish of the night. There were grilled whole fish, Mexican pacific coast style cerviche, octopus and potato, and cakes for dessert. During cooking, between rounds of eating, we all sat around chatting, staring out the window, playing board games, drinking. It was like we were all at a summer beach house someplace lazy and warm.
We stayed through sunset, through karioke games where the system was pre-loaded with awful unsingable music designed to get you to buy better stuff, and through an equally awful horror movie Insidious in German without subtitles. Actually I think it was scarier that way since apparently the script was just awful.
We left around 3 am, and got back to Saori's place around 4. The subway was still running thankfully which shaved off some time, but not much.
Between the fish night and two visits the Hamburger Fish Market, this has been a month of stocking up on fish.
Chandra and Shiva were eating a breakfast of curried rice flakes, apparently a traditional breakfast dish, and they shared some with me before Giovanni came to pick us up.
The bearded Greek rolled up to the curb with only the passenger side window open. Clenching a cigarette in his teeth, he motioned franticaly to his side: "there is a monster on the side mirror!" We walked around the tiny car to investigate. A grasshopper. A small grasshopper. I flicked it away and we jumped in.
We rendezvoused first at the Mexican's apartment and met up with Oscar, the intern from my office, another Mexican girl, and some other friends, and we caravaned down to the fish market in Bad Canstatt across the Neckar river. There is a gourmet store there with a cold room where really fresh fish are sold. Our group bought calimari, a big octopus, several whole fish for grilling, a bag of clams, a veritable haul.
Next stop was the big box Turkish grocery store where everything was super cheap with good vegetables. Made me miss having a car to get out to these suburban stores. Sometimes.
Stopped first at the Greek's for some coffee and chatting while Apostolos finished getting ready and then we headed back to the Mexicans. There, I pulled out the sangria, and everyone jumped around the tiny kitchen making their dishes. Saori helped Gio make a clam riosotto, which was the best dish of the night. There were grilled whole fish, Mexican pacific coast style cerviche, octopus and potato, and cakes for dessert. During cooking, between rounds of eating, we all sat around chatting, staring out the window, playing board games, drinking. It was like we were all at a summer beach house someplace lazy and warm.
We stayed through sunset, through karioke games where the system was pre-loaded with awful unsingable music designed to get you to buy better stuff, and through an equally awful horror movie Insidious in German without subtitles. Actually I think it was scarier that way since apparently the script was just awful.
We left around 3 am, and got back to Saori's place around 4. The subway was still running thankfully which shaved off some time, but not much.
Between the fish night and two visits the Hamburger Fish Market, this has been a month of stocking up on fish.
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