Category: food

Monk’s Juice

ELIXIR!

The Élixir Végétal de la Grande-Chartreuse is a liqueur made by Cartusian Monks after a receipe from 1605. Named after the monastry near Grenoble, this herbal schnapps is 69% strong, just what the lady needs. It’s best consumed by drip dropping it on a tiny spoon filled with sugar. So yummy! 130 medicinal and aromatic plants and flowers never tasted better.

Especially after a big meal, the Élixir Végétal does wonders to a full tummy. You can basically eat the same amount again.

The liqueur is sold in small wooden-covered bottles. Probably to prevent it from turning bad from the sun light but who can keep this bottle hidden for long?

(Thanks Ms. Webelwood)

random

The iPhone App store is selling about 20 Bible applications. Wanna get them all.
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Roisin Murphy covered Slave to Love by Bryan Ferry for Gucci. Listen to the full song in the behind the scenes footage for the new Gucci by Gucci Pour Homme ad (via).
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I’m back in Toronto after a long summer in sausageland. After I got here, I had such a sausage craving that I had to buy my favourite Bratwürstchen immediately. I can only recommend Johnsonville sausages. My personal favourites are Brats, Beer’n’Brats and for that extra special German-Canadian fusion taste sensation breakfast sausages with maple syrup.
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I kind of want to visit Johnsonville, Wisconsin and do a tour of the sausage factory where I can stuff brats in all my orifices.

Brats mit mir.

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So, I went to the openings of Lucie Stahl (thank you & I owe you) at Dependance in Brussels on Thursday and Herr Krebber at Kunstverein Cologne on Friday.

Thursday and Friday, we went to the fish booth. It felt like I had never eaten fresher fish before. “The sale starts July 1st”, said the Margiela shop woman with the (bad) Amy make-up. Sabs and I had an orange juice across the street from the white building. As I’m on sale diet I didn’t buy anything in Brussels, except for a present.

Friday night, Michaela, Viola and I, disguised as Hase und Igel, went to the second bar first. We quickly ordered Schnitzel. There is nothing better than a Schnitzel at 4am. Michaela (bff) said I should take everything else and not just the Merlin wig. I only wanted long hair. “Aber sie hat doch so gern lange Haare.”

Saturday, got some V&R from Heimat (underground).

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Orange Coke

Coke Orange

As you may have noticed, once in a while, I like to bring you news from the amazing world of fizzy drinks. So, one of the first things I discovered in London is Coca-Cola with Orange. The limited edition fizzy in the orange bottle just caught my attention. So yummy.

Now, I can’t wait for Fanta with caffeine in a brown bottle.
Somehow, I can’t stop thinking about Mezzo Mix. Anyhow, I’d rather have Coca Cola with Orange. It isn’t limited for no reason, right?

While I’m at it, I’m still wondering why Pepsi Cucumber was launched in Japan only. I think it would go perfectly with British Cucumber Sandwiches.

All Buzzed Up

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz Cola

In anticipation of the upcoming Simpsons movie a couple of 7-Eleven stores in the US and one in Canada have been transformed into Kwik-E-Marts. The Canadian store is near Vancouver, in Coquitlam. Luckily, all the Simpsons products are available at most of the 7-11 stores.
So today, I went up the street and got myself a six-pack of Buzz Cola and the tasty Krusty O’s cereal. Now, all I have to do is create my own Simpsons character.

Buzz Cola Simpsons clip (in German)

Beard Papa, Fill Me Up

I went record shopping in Soho and bought yellow vinyl housed in a sealed sleeve with random die-cut lettering.

On my walk to the wreka stows I discovered my new favourite sweets: Cream Puffs by Beard Papa. I walked into the small shop on the corner of Oxford & Berwick St. and the two self printed sheets of paper above the counter did me in:

“Over 300 stores worldwide – First and only in Europe”
“World’s best cream puffs! – Choice of original vanilla OR flavour of the day”

So, I ordered a vanilla puff and it was pure heaven, the crispiness of the dough and the tasty cream filling, perfect. Mmmmh. Then, I thought, well, they only have one other flavour today, you should better try this one, too. “One green tea puff, please.” I guess I was drolling already. I took a bite, it was vanilla again. I adored the sales person: That nifty devil just wanted me at the counter one more time. And back I was for another puff.
Verdict: Beard Papa keeps me happy & obese.

Second round

I took the bendy bus to my apartment and went to the Beard Papa site right away. Make sure to watch the Beard Papa story, revealing everything about the owner, Beard Papa (you guessed it), hailing from Osaka.

Beard Papa!
Beard Papa did not let the towns people down.

One bite ain't enough
Beard Papa, fill me up. Please.

Summer Slump

Sommerloch, that’s it.

To cool me down my bf bought me an iced cappucino. As I came home quite late last night, he put the crushed iced coffee in the freezer.
This morning I needed the chillatte so badly, the heatwave had struck me tired. So I get the coffee out of the freezer and it is just too cold, freezing cold. Ice. It froze to ice. I couldn’t suck it with a straw. It was stuck in the cup. Such a big mess. Ein Riesenschlamassel.
I wanted to go back to bed and sleep the whole day. My iced latte was ice. I couldn’t drink it. Hell had frozen over.

Toffi came to help me. He stabbed the coffee ice with the straw. Slowly but surely, the ice turned into puree again. Just how it’s supposed to be. Ready to be slurped. And that’s what I did. Slurped it all up.

I’m a whole new person now.

slurp me.