November 22, 2011

A trip to the top of the world

Last weekend we took off to mount one of the best known monuments worldwide. We were extremely lucky with the weather and having booked the tickets online we managed to avoid hours of standing in line at the ground level.

An iconic symbol of French culture, liberty, and progress, the Eiffel Tower in Paris was completed for the 1889 World Fair, which happened to coincide with the 100th anneversary of the French Revolution. From the numerous designs submitted as part of a national competition, Alexandre Gustave Eiffel's design won, and he became responsible for constructing the Eiffel Tower in the heart of Paris.

Following our some fun facts about the Eiffel Tower that I shared with my kids while enjoying the extraordianry view:

- Erection of the Eiffel Tower began on January 26, 1887 and was completed on March 31, 1889
- Erection of the Eiffel Tower took 2 years, 2 months, and 5 days from start to finish
- The Eiffel Tower stands 324 meters tall


- The Eiffel Tower has a total of 1710 steps to the topmost third level small platform, 674 steps to the second level, and 347 steps to the first level, all counted from the ground
- The Eiffel Tower was to be dismantled and the metal sold as scrap 20 years after it was constructed, but this never happened
- The Eiffel Tower was the tallest structure when it was built, but this has been surpassed over the years
- Today, the Eiffel Tower is open to the public every day of the year


- Alexandre Gustave Eiffel was the main architect, Maurice Koechlin and Emile Nouguier were the main engineers, Stephen Sauvestre was the main architect, and Jean Compagnon handled the construction of the Eiffel Tower
- Alexandre Gustave Eiffel is the very person who created the internal frame of the Statue of Liberty in the year 1885


 - In clear weather (very seldom seen today) you can see approximately 42 miles from the top of the Eiffel Tower
- The Eiffel Tower belongs to the city of Paris and is given on a renewable contract to a limited company named Societe d'exploitation de la Tour Eiffel


- Over 200 million people have visited the Eiffel Tower since its inception
- Almost 7 MILLION visitors visit Eiffel Tower every year out of which 75% are foreigners


Somewhere down there is our appartment


Oh oh, all of a sudden I am not so sure this was a good idea?!


I was born exactly 5849 km from here!


I'd say we've deserved "une petite flûte"


My back garden where I go jogging 


I dare you to go all the way to the very top


Mr.Eiffel's apartment ontop of the tower. I wonder if he slept well?


Paris at my feet

November 21, 2011

Swiss-American Thanksgiving recipes

This week is Thanksgiving and although I have lived thousands of miles away from the United States most of my life, rarely have I missed Thanksgiving. When I was a little girl the main reason for loving this special American holiday was that I was granted special permission to take the afternoon off from school. Today, I cook the meal myself for family and friends. Days spent in the kitchen are worth all the work when you finally sit down with a good glass of wine at hand and can enjoy your oeuvre d'art, because that is what is!

I have celebrated Thanksgiving in Zurich, Geneva, Washington D.C., Milano, Madrid and Lugano. This year we had an early Parisian Thanksgiving yesterday since Thursday is not a holiday in France.
16 Italians and 1 Swiss-American (the undersigned) gathering around a table turned out to be an animated afternoon to say the least. Lots of shouting, laughing and gesticulation combined with curiosity of discovering savoury-sweet Pumpkin/Maple syrup soup or bright orange sweet potatoe purée. A totally new culinary territory for Italians.

Over the years the following recipes have proven to be my absolute favourite. Go ahead and experiment yourself!



Maple-Roasted Turkey with Sage Butter
Ingredients:
1 sticks unsalted butter, softened to room temperature
1/4 bunch fresh sage, finely chopped
Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper
1 (12 to 14-pound) fresh turkey, giblets, neck, and liver discarded
8 strips bacon
1/2 cup maple syrup
2 tablespoons hot water or bouillon
Preparation:
Preheat the oven to 320 degrees F and remove the top rack of the oven.
Put the butter and sage in a mixing bowl and mash with a fork or spoon until the sage is well incorporated. Season with salt and pepper.
Rinse the bird thoroughly inside and out with cold water, and pat dry with paper towels. Sprinkle the cavity and skin liberally with salt and pepper. Using your fingers, gently lift the skin from the turkey breast and slip the remaining seasoned butter under, massaging the breast meat as you go. Truss the bird by crossing the legs over one another and tying with a piece of kitchen twine. Shingle the bacon strips over the breast so it's totally covered. Put the turkey on a rack in a large roasting pan, cover the turkey with aluminium foil, and place in the oven.
In a small bowl, stir the maple syrup with 2 tablespoons of hot water to thin. Roast the turkey for 2 hours, basting with the maple glaze every 30 minutes. Continue cooking until an instant-read thermometer inserted into the meaty part of the thigh registers 170 degrees F. The thigh juices will run clear when pricked with a knife, about 4 hours total (20 minutes per pound). About 1/2 hour before you think the turkey is done, remove the foil so that it can brown. When done take the turkey out of the oven and put the roasting pan on the stovetop. Transfer the turkey to a serving tray to rest at least 20 minutes before carving. Serve with Turkey Gravy.

Roasted Turkey Gravy
Ingredients:
5 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
1 large, smoked turkey wing or 2 small ones
1 medium onion, quartered
2 carrots, chopped
1 ribs celery, chopped
1 head garlic, split through the equator
4 stems fresh sage
4 sprigs fresh thyme
6 parsley stems
1 1/2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
6 cups chicken stock
Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper
Preparation:
Heat the oven to 400 degrees F.
Heat 3 tablespoons olive oil in a large stock pot over medium-high heat. Add the wing, onion, carrots, celery, garlic, and herbs, and cook for 5 minutes. Place in the oven and roast for 30 minutes. Remove from the oven and place over medium heat. Remove the wing and set aside. Add the flour and let cook for about 1 minute. Add the stock and simmer until it has reduced by about 1/4, about 15 minutes. Strain the sauce and adjust the seasoning with salt and pepper.




Cranberry Sauce
Ingredients:
1 pound fresh cranberries, approximately 4 cups
1/4 cup freshly squeezed orange juice
1/4 cup 100 percent cranberry juice, not cocktail
1 cup honey
Preparation:
Wash the cranberries and discard any that are soft or wrinkled.
Combine the orange juice, cranberry juice and honey in a 2 quart saucepan over medium-high heat. Bring to a boil and then reduce the heat to medium-low and simmer for 5 minutes.
Add the cranberries and cook for 15 minutes, stirring occasionally, until the cranberries burst and the mixture thickens. Do not cook for more than 15 minutes as the pectin will start to break down and the sauce will not set as well. Remove from the heat and allow to cool for 5 minutes.
Carefully spoon the cranberry sauce into a 3 cup mold. Place in the refrigerator for at least 6 hours and up to overnight.
To unmold and serve, immerse bottom of mold in hot water for 10 to 15 seconds and turn upside down on plate or serving dish. If necessary, carefully run a warm knife around the edge of the mold.





Please check out my recipe book where you'll find more Thanksgiving recipes.
Just click on tab below and go directly to:
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HAPPY THANKSGIVING

November 19, 2011

A lovely autumn day in November

“In Paris, everybody wants to be an actor; nobody is content to be a spectator.”
Jean Cocteau


Eglise de St.Sulpice


Walking up Rue Férou


Musée du Luxembourg


Un gendarme solitaire


Le Palais du Luxembourg 


The Jardin du Luxembourg is the second largest public park in Paris located in the 6th arrondissement of Paris. The park is the garden of the French Senate, which is itself housed in the Luxembourg Palace.


The garden is largely devoted to a green parterre of gravel and lawn populated with statues and centred on a large octagonal basin of water, with a central jet of water. In it children sail model boats. The garden is famed for its calm atmosphere. 


Surrounding the bassin on the raised balustraded terraces are a series of statues of former French queens, saints and copies after the Antique.


The gardens are featured prominently in Victor Hugo's novel Les Misérables. It is here that the principal love story of the novel unfolds, as the characters Marius Pontmercy and Cosette first meet.




The Jardin du Luxembourg is Paris' favorite place to sun, stroll, picnic, and play. 




 Université Sorbonne de Paris is the main inheritor of the old Sorbonne, which dates back to the 13th century. It was one of the first universities in the world.

November 17, 2011

A Parisian make-over

It was in France where men began styling women's hair for the first time, and many of the notable hairdressers of the time were men, a trend that would continue into contemporary times. The first famous male hairdresser was Champagne, who was a born in Southern France. Upon moving to Paris, he opened his own hair salon and dressed the hair of wealthy Parisian women until his death in 1658. By 1777, approximately 1,200 hairdressers were working in Paris.


Well, today I experienced the French coiffeur sophisitacation first hand. Finding a good hairdresser seems to be the biggest challenge for me every time I move. I had been dreading this confrontation and therefore simply went back home to have my hair cut last time!

Last month I had taken my Expat boy to have his hair cut down the avenue and while I was waiting one stylish lady after another kept popping in asking for Bénjamin (pronounced with a heavy French accent) to the point where I began to wonder. I decided to take a closer look. Today I went back with the excuse of Expat boys haircut and there he was "le Benjamin"! A terrrrrrribly Frrrrrench man with a dark curly main, 3-day beard carefully groomed, AND an attitude.

After watching him prepare a lady's hair to perfection I took the plunge. After ten minutes of cutting, combing, fluffing, more cutting, combing and fluffing I had a smashing haircut. It was a world-revealing experience for me. Why? This French man had decided that I needed to change my parting from one side to the other. Now, this might not seem like a big deal but - believe you me - after having had my parting on the same side for over 40 years it seems like a revolution to wear it to the other.

HOWEVER, it worked! After another ten minutes of blow drying, throwing my head over forwards and then back again, and again, a bit of hairspray, I walked out of that hair salon ready to conquer Hollywood. I have NEVER felt this revolutionized about a new hairdo, ever!

Voilà à ma nouvelle vie parisienne! Vive le chic parisien!


November 15, 2011

Mother Tongue Day at school

Today Expat girl's school celebrated Mother Tongue Day.

Mother Tongue and Other Languages Day is an opportunity for each family to bring their language to the schools' curriculum. The school celebrates and recognizes the importance of each child’s Mother Tongue. They also realize that other languages may be significant to a child. Our children are proud of all the languages they speak.

Language is strongly connected to culture, and Expat girl's school promotes international-mindedness. Part of this involves children recognizing cultural diversity and appreciating the similarities and differences among humans.

To make this day truly authentic, the parents (mothers mostly) were asked for assistance by helping to involve the students in an activity that introduces them to the various languages. The goal was to allow all students to remember the value of their home language as well as giving all the students and adults the opportunity to learn more about their peers’ home languages. My daughter's class represent 15 different languages across 20 students.


Well, since English was already covered and Swiss German is a dialect and not a language I opted for Italian. Over un café last week the Italian mammas decided that they were going to teach the kids some Italian gestures. The undersigned (adopted Italian by marriage) was in charge of organization. Needless to say there was much improvisation going on today, nevertheless. But that is what Italians excel in: Improvisation!

Therefore, while all the other mums went into the class rooms by themselves armed with print-outs, poems and songs, the Italians were gathering in the courtyard to decide on some last minute operations. Not one, not two but four mums - remember Italians always move in groups, NEVER alone - turned up to teach the children over 50 Italian gestures in 15 minutes with some mandoline music playing in the background.

I admit the kids were extremly intuitive and guessed many of the significations. May I add the Italian mammas were extraordinarily expressive. We all had great fun and hopefully during their next trip to Italy the children will be able to make themselves understood without even uttering a word. All you need in Italy are hands and feet.... and a smile!



Map courtesy of www.theodora.com/maps

November 13, 2011

One little week in Paris

This past week I believe I have outdone myself! In the euphoria of living in Paris and being able to participate, attend and visit shows, museums, circus, concerts, churches, tours - you name it - I figured I would share my programme of the last seven days with you:

a performance of Pyotr Il'yich Tchaikovsky' Swan Lake ballet


the show "Corteo" by the Cirque du Soleil 


Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart's Requiem


a concert in the Église de la Madeleine


 a break inside the Cathédral du Notre Dame de Paris


a walk through the Eglise St. Eustache de Paris


a visit to the Musée du Louvre


a tour of the food stores of Les Halles


a tour of the shops in the Marais


a ride to the top of the Eiffel Tower


a shopping spree at Galeries Lafayette


a Military Parade at Champs Elysées


a casting call for Expat boy


Tea in the Gallerie Vivienne


Breakfast at Le Pain Quotidien


Brunch at Café de la Paix




....and you were wondering why I wasn't blogging the all this time?!?!

November 12, 2011

Armistice Day in Paris

Yesterday I woke up to the French National hymn being played outside my window. Let me explain, we live about 200 meters away fom the Place de l'Etoile and yesterday was Armitice Day. Armistice Day in France remembers those who died or were injured in World War I and other wars. The body of an unidentified solider from the citadel of Verdun was buried in the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier under the Arc de Triomphe in Paris on November 11, 1920. This soldier serves as a symbol of all those who died in World War I. An eternal flame was lit on this tomb three years later and still burns today and therefore a ceremony is held around the Place de l'Etoile in remembrance of the fallen troups.


A short background:

Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria was assassinated by a Bosnian-Serb nationalist on June 28, 1914. This sparked the activation of a series of alliances. Major European powers were at war within weeks. Many European countries had global empires so the hostilities spread throughout the world and became known as World War I. More than 15 million people died as a result of the World War I hostilities.

Marshal Ferdinand Foch (Allies) and Matthias Erzberger (Germany) met in a railway carriage in Compiègne Forest, near the town of Compiègne in the Picardy region of France, in November 1918. The representatives signed an armistice treaty in the early hours of November 11, 1918, to end the World War I hostilities on the Western Front. World War I officially ended at 11 minutes past the 11th hour on November 11, 1918, because of the treaty. A law was approved on October 24, 1922, to make November 11 a public holiday in France.


I am not a Frenchie but hearing "La Marsaillaise" being played by the military band sent shivers down my spine. I love celebrations especially ones that are in remembrance of people that have served for their country. This is probably due to an entire childhood watching my very open-minded but thoroughly American Navy father celebrating every possible American holiday eventhough he spent most of his life in Switzerland.



Our avenue had been closed off to traffic and the kids were out on the street in no time with their "trotinette". The weather was a hazy, the Tour Eiffel was envelopped in a thick cloud but we had the most wonderful bike ride through the city of lights.


Everywhere I looked the "Tricolor" flag was hanging reminding the people of Armistice Day. This is a National holiday in France and it did feel like a very special day. It felt a bit like the day of La Hispanidad in Spain or the 150 anniversary of Italy celebrated earlier this year. In any case it was lovely to see all the French flags out on governmental buildings, buses, monuments, parks and to breath the crisp air riding our bikes through the alleys of le vieux Paris.



November 9, 2011

Home away from home

We are back from a 10-day holiday in Lugano where we caught up with friends, traditions and food. The kids really needed to touch base with their old home, kick back and have a good giggle with their buddies.

The first months after a move always leave you hanging in limbo. I look around in Paris and think I'm on holiday and will be leaving to go back home soon. I go back "home" - in this case Lugano - and think: it's home! It looks like home, it feels like home, it IS home but it's really not anymore. The house is not ours any longer, the gympass does not grant us access, the supermarket fidelity card is not valid, the car is not around BUT our friends are still there, the local supermarket is still open, the lady at the bakery has missed us, the local policeman gives us a big grin, the school is still running and everybody is happy to welcome us back.... to our old home!

For Expat girl I strongly believe that Lugano will forever be her home just like Zurich remains my home although I have absolutely no Swiss blood running through my veins. I do admit that coming back to Lugano after having moved four months ago feels very much like going back home to Zurich. I have never had this feeling with any city other than Zurich. I guess this means - once again - that Lugano has grown on us much more than we ever imagined it would and did!





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