When I had a Sichuan dish for the first time, I was entirely confused – it was way too spicy for my palate and evoked an unsettling sour taste in my mouth and yet it was so delicious, I just couldn’t stop eating it. Months later, I learned about Sichuan pepper, which is actually not a pepper, but much closer related to the citrus group, hence the lemonlike or acidic taste and started to understand the wonders of Chinese cooking. One of my favorite Sichuan dishes is Mapo Tofu (although it is still rather painful to eat, but still so enjoyable, you know… a dilemma!), which is why I was beyond excited to see that Hot Spot, a Chinese restaurant in Wilmersdorf that I’ve heard so many people raving about, has a vegetarian version on the menu. And so much more…
Archive: April 2014
It’s been a slow week on this very blog, maybe that’s due to the slightly lower spring temperatures, reminding all of us that summer is still about two months away (if we’re lucky). However, while I’ve been busy doing everything but working for this blog, other’s blogged away and have created some beautiful pieces you shouldn’t miss:
On one of those beautiful spring days I entered Schoemig Porzellan for the first time – the shop was flooded with sunlight throwing long shadows onto the shelves filled with delicate porcelain.
Her bright collection of white and pastel-colored bowls and cups beamed brightly, I almost saw the light going through them. It’s certainly one of the prettiest stores I know and even more so, preserving an almost lost art.
As much as I love the whole very-early-spring-thing of this year, it has a down-side: very-early-park-littering. Some of the people who enjoy the sudden warmth by celebrating and bbq-ing in the parks think it’s totally fine to leave their trash behind. And it’s not only the plastic wrappers of convenience food, but one stumbles over blankets, balloons, cups, bags and I even saw the part of a hoover resting on a bench in a park. The city’s government is hardly to blame, there are giant bins almost everywhere and every Monday tireless workers hurry to remove most of the weekend’s debris. But this is on us – the people using and enjoying the parks are also in responsibility to leave them as pretty as possible. Without wanting to sound overly Leslie Knope here (I wish I had her stamina) – but thanks to a sudden rush of energy on Twitter, we decided to found a group on Facebook to discuss further action – it’s called Keep it Green and you should all join.
Do you remember those moments as a child when you stepped into the forbidden realm of your mother’s wardrobe when she wasn’t home? I used to love trying on her shoes and running my hands over all the different textures and fabrics, in awe of her collection of silk, fur, and tweed that spanned multiple fashion decades. My mother (bless her soul) always kept designer pieces from her twenties and thirties that she couldn’t bear to throw away. Much to my dismay, my waistline and my feet turned out to be two sizes bigger than hers, rendering it impossible to inherit her treasures. Despite this crushing adult realisation, it is this whimsical childhood memory that swept over me when I entered Soeur. The charming décor, the colour-coordinated hangers of clothing, and the rows of perfectly aligned shoes brought me back to a time when I wished that I could wear it all.