You need some nice thick pork chops on the bone for this dish. The chops I got were from the food market at Piazza De Nardi. http://www.piazzadenardi.com/food-1/ These chops were over an inch thick they were fabulous!
Olive oil
Fennel (ground) I only had seeds so I ground them in a mortar and pestle
Thick sliced bacon, about 3 slices for each chop
Salt and pepper
Heat oven to about 375F, rack about mid-level
Brush chops with olive oil both sides.
Place in a dish, season with a little salt and pepper.
Place a good portion of the fennel on top of each chop to cover.
Place bacon strips on top to cover each chop.
Bake until a meat thermometer registers about 135F; this will take about 20 minutes maybe a little longer depending on your oven.
Reposition the rack higher for broil (but not the highest position) and turn on broil.
Return the pan to the oven and finish cooking until meat thermometer registers 145F; the bacon should be well cooked and slightly crispy.
Remove and cover with foil, let rest about 10 minutes.
Serve with some potatoes or pasta and a vegetable.
I served this with a fresh pasta and a simple sauce of garlic and roasted peppers alongside some steamed broccolini with a touch of butter and salt and pepper.
The meat is so tender and juicy and the fennel added an amazing flavor!
In 2006 I was able to visit Italy for the first time. Rome, Florence, Pisa, Siena and Venice. I was travelling with a friend who also was experiencing his first trip to Italy, and whilst in Florence we made a day trip to Pisa and Siena. Travelling in most European countries is fairly easy; just go to the train station and pick a place and get a ticket. That is how we came to travel to both Siena and Pisa on a day trip from Florence. Back in 2006 the train on this particular line was very old and very slow. That was fine as the countryside was absolutely spectacular.
The train station is not centrally located in Siena and we had to take a short bus ride from the station into the city. Very easy and well worth the trip.
Seeing the leaning tower of Pisa up close was another check off the list. It makes you dizzy when you get up close and just look up although it is not tall at only 57 meters, it is very much leaning!
I think I most loved the Piazza del Campo, the central plaza with its sloped drainage to central locations with the most elaborately designed grates covering the drainage holes. Back in 2006 there was extensive restoration work at the Torre del Mangia (see the facade cover in the photo) but looking at recent photos the work is complete (at least from the pics of the front of the cathedral I have seen).
Florence or Firenze as I prefer to call it, is probably my favourite place I have visited in Italy (so far). I was there in 2006 on a short visit and would have loved to have stayed much longer.
The Ponte Vecchio is the oldest bridge in Florence and is rumoured to have been in existence in Roman times. It still has shops and apartments built on the bridge that are in use today. It is also the only bridge across the Arno river that escaped destruction during WWII.
When I think of Florence I think of DaVinci and Michelangelo as they used to ‘hang out’ in the city. Fascinating to walk around the small streets and piazzas gazing at the architecture thinking of them doing the same hundreds of years ago. With only a short visit it was difficult to choose what to see as there are so many galleries and also so many tourists but waiting in the queue to see the Uffizi and the Academia Galleries was worth it. Our visit was in April so the big tourist boom of the season was just beginning; a few weeks later and I am sure the wait would have been much longer.
The Leonardo DaVinci Museum was also fabulous http://www.museumsinflorence.com/musei/Leonardo-museum.html I think most of the magic comes from the ambience of Florence itself. To walk the streets where the great masters would meet for a drink, philosophize about life and discuss their latest ‘projects’ is simply a very cool feeling to experience.
There was a great outdoor market we would wander through each day I think it was close to the Florence Cathedral or Duomo. I remember the fine quality of leather goods and fairly reasonable prices and with some bartering, even more affordable. I still use a leather purse and jacket I purchased and they do not look much different than when I purchased them over 10 years ago.
I woke up this morning thinking about flying. Then before I got up I grabbed one of the many varied books on my night table which happened to be “The Rules of Life” by Richard Templar. I opened the page to Rule number 20 – Don’t Be Afraid to Dream. It was something so obvious yet so profound. Never stop dreaming; dreams can come true; dream big; no one can take away your dreams; I could go on but no need, you have heard all the sayings. I used to dream a lot as a child. I don’t dream as much as I have grown older. And I have found when I think I start to dream that I subconsciously (and likely consciously) will stop and tell myself that is ridiculous and re-dream my dream into something more realistic. Well, that is a plan or a goal, not a dream and much less exciting and fun. That’s life – everyone has to do that sort of stuff all the time.
A child would be able to tell me what I am doing wrong. A dream is a dream simply because there are no limits, there are no dream police or reality checks. It’s a Dream!!! Granted, sometimes these farfetched things do come true but that is not the point of a dream. It is to let go of everything holding you back in your mind. All inhibitions, insecurities are gone. You can be a bloody Princess if you want! Flying to Mars. Who cares? Reporting your dreams is not required…they are your own. All your own.
Not that I am completely unhappy or discontent with my life, but I believe I was happier and more at peace with myself when in fact I was doing a little more dreaming.
As for the Pilots License, it was 10 years ago today that I finished my last exam and obtained my PPL. I remember dreaming about that when I was a child.
I have been fortunate to have visited Vienna on a number of occasions. All of them a day or two when I would have loved to have stayed for many more. It is such a beautiful city and probably one of the most beautiful city centres I have visited in Europe.
The last time I spent a few days visiting I also attended an opera and a ballet at the famous Vienna Opera House https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vienna_State_Opera Oh how utterly spectacular to only be inside this building filled with history and stories of days gone by. I saw the Barber of Seville Opera and then the piece de resistance for the ballet – Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake. I actually had a seat in one of the private balcony suites by the orchestra for the ballet. And I have to admit I cried during the performance because it was so unbelievably moving to see such a beautiful work of art so close I could almost touch the dancers.
Sachertorte – one must indulge if in Vienna; and other delicacies of chocolate and special liqueurs abound, try as many as you can!
As per my usual pattern I try to pick a place to stay close to the central core where things are easy to walk to and explore the area. I like to look for places that advertise their food…or a small, unique boutique property. I have had a lot of success thus far in my years of travelling and my lasts few stays in Vienna were no different. My last stay was at a small boutique property close to the central plaza and St. Stephens Cathedral, the Hollman Beletage http://www.hollmann-beletage.at/en a very very cool place. All the rooms are a different design with various open concepts it really is unique.
I had the best breakfast at this place that I have ever had anywhere. Period. And I have stayed at a lot of 5 star and upscale properties. This breakfast was great. Lots of it to choose from, chef cooking to order hot dishes plus everything else you can imagine including fresh fruits, cheeses, preserves, breads, yogurts, muesli, meats…I could go on and on. The presentation is what I loved and I would go back to stay in a heartbeat if only to have that breakfast again! After having a great meal like this to start the day there is really no need to eat anything for many hours.
A few minutes walk is the main plaza and St. Stephens Cathedral https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Stephen%27s_Cathedral,_Vienna I did not take the time to tour inside this cathedral on my visits but I am sure it is spectacular given the track record of European cathedral construction and architecture. Wandering around the exterior of the building displayed numerous examples of that superior gothic architecture that is so easily distinguishable.
The entire old city area is full of cafes and shops and beautiful buildings to browse. Vienna is just a very beautiful city and if you ever get the chance to visit even for a brief time you will not regret it.
Classic Bolognese Sauce – great ragu or meat sauce, with some tomatoes (not tomato sauce with meat as is the common misconception).
Easy to make and great to enjoy; leftovers (if you have any) taste just as good, and if you are making a big pot, it freezes well.
It takes a few hours but most of that is simmering time. The prep work is minimal and takes about 20 minutes.
What you need:
Ground meat about 1.5 lb or roughly half a kilo will make a good sized batch – I use primarily beef but you can mix beef and pork
1 medium onion chopped
1 or 2 carrots chopped
1 or 2 stalks of celery chopped
A few garlic cloves chopped
A few cups of beef or vegetable stock
A few cups of crushed or finely chopped tomatoes – I use my home canned tomatoes that have been mashed but have skins on.
About 1 cup of milk
Olive oil
Seasonings – Sea salt and black pepper and I also add some dried crushed oregano and basil I dried from my herb garden. You can use fresh herbs, just add them before the sauce is finished.
Pasta of your choice – preferably fresh (If I am able to I will pick up fresh pasta from De Luca’s as well as the meat http://www.deluca.ca )
I use a couple pans – one to brown the meat and one to sauté the onions and garlic and carrots/celery.
If the meat is not lean I will drain off some of the fat.
I like to simmer the sauce for 1.5 to 2 hours. Check it every now and then give it a stir. About 30 minutes before you are ready to serve, add the milk and bring to a boil, then back down to simmer. You can taste the sauce for seasonings and add as desired.
Boil the salted water for the pasta and cook (4 – 5 minutes for fresh and up to 12 minutes for dried).
Serve up with some fresh parmesan and ground pepper, fresh basil if desired and garlic toast or toasted bread with olive oil.
Segovia is located a little north of Madrid in the area of Castile and Leon. I was able to spend a few days in Segovia following my time in Santiago de Compostela. It was about a 5 hour train ride from Santiago to Segovia and the route is very scenic passing through the countryside.
Parts of Segovia were designated a UNESCO World Heritage City https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Segovia in 1985 and are worth a visit. I was staying at a beautiful property in the old city which was a complex of buildings of a former convent. The Eurostars Convento Capuchinos was a few minutes from the Plaza Mayor and Cathedral, Alcazar and the old city walls. The views I was greeted to from my very spacious room were stunning. http://www.eurostarsconventocapuchinos.com/EN/hotel.html
One day I wandered into one of the shops mid way between the Cathedral and the Alcazar to browse upon some locally made jewellery. I ended up having a very nice conversation with the shopkeeper who recommended some walking trails that were more scenic and used by the locals as well as a nice little restaurant called San Marcos in the valley below the Alcazar that was very popular with the local Segovians. http://www.sanmarcosrestaurante.com
I easily found the walking trails on the outside of the old city walls going through the valley. The view from the bottom of the valley looking up at the walls and the Alcazar are just as amazing if not more so, than from above.
Following the path along the river and crossing a few bridges I came upon the University and then continued onwards to the Roman Aqueducts. Massive structures perfectly preserved in the middle of the city; fabulous!
The Plaza Mayor was about 5 minutes walk through the narrow winding streets from the hotel. By luck I went early to the plaza on a Thursday morning and found the local market buzzing with activity. Apparently it is only held on Thursday’s and it is where Segovians go to get their local produce. I found some fresh fruit to snack on as well as a few pastries (of course 🙂 ) The vendor selling olives had the longest line up and as I approached I could see why – the selection of fresh olives was amazing.
It has 22 side chapels enclosing a massive cloister. I must say every Cathedral I saw in northern Spain seemed to outdo the previous one which is hard to believe.
The structure has held various purposes throughout history as is visible from the decor inside the castle. There is ornate detailing of the walls and doorways and stained glass throughout. I also opted to do the extra tour walking up to the top of the tower. On a beautiful sunny day the view was breathtaking at 360 degrees.
The area near the Roman Aqueducts I found to be the busiest with tourists and people as well as traffic which can drive beside the ruins to get to other areas of the city (my taxi had to drive this street to get to my hotel which was in the old city close to the Plaza mayor). I enjoyed the Plaza Mayor more as it was not as busy, and moreso when walking on the quiet side streets away from the Plaza centre. A few minutes from the streets you can find quite walkways with benches to sit and rest and ponder your next adventure.
Following a few days in Oviedo I then travelled to Santiago de Compostela https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santiago_de_Compostela further west in the northern part of Galicia, Spain. This is a city commonly associated with the Camino de Santiago or The Way of Saint James https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Camino_de_Santiago People will travel for weeks or months from hundreds or thousands of kilometres by foot or bike or organized tour, to the final destination of the Cathedral of Santiago, where it is rumoured the bones of the apostle Saint James are buried.
I was not travelling on a pilgrimage and had only decided whilst in Barcelona that I would visit Santiago. I was staying at a property that was an old convent and had been completely renovated. The property is currently a Marriott Autograph Collection hotel http://www.marriott.com/hotels/travel/scqak-ac-palacio-del-carmen-autograph-collection/ I am a member of the Marriott hotels group (I think I have a membership in most of the major hotel chains due to a lot of travelling and most are easy and free to join) and upon arrival I was upgraded to a suite. Very nice with two windows opening with a view towards the Cathedral.
I always get a map from the hotel with a quick explanation of where we are and what is nearby. Then my little map gets folded and refolded about a hundred times, but I always bring it with me. In Santiago it came in handy because I actually did wander off on the wrong street when going back to my hotel one day and ended up in a very weird little park with bizarre creepy trees like I was in Lord of The Rings somewhere. Granted – most of the places I stay in these old cities are in the central area and it is usually not that large of an area to wander around and there is a major landmark like a Cathedral you can see from most points, but if it is getting dark it is not as easy…so just bring the map.
I made it to the old city area and main plaza – Praza do Obradoiro. This plaza is square and is surrounded by the Pazo de Raxoi, now the city hall; the Pazo de Raxoi (Raxoi’s Palace), the town hall, and on the right from the cathedral steps is a hostel called the Hostal dos Reis Católicos, founded in 1492 by the Catholic Monarchs, Isabella of Castille and Ferdinand II of Aragon, as a pilgrims’ hospice. There were people sitting everywhere in the plaza, with backpacks, walking sticks, in groups, alone, taking photos in front of the Cathedral and beside the monument in the ground dedicated to the travellers.
I walked around the the plaza to the entrance. A row of backpacks lined the wall. There is a security guard at the door advising no backpacks or large bags are allowed and if you have a daypack or large purse they will look inside. The Cathedral is open to the public most of the day but if you enter when there is a mass, there will be certain parts roped off. The first time I visited was during a service so was not able to walk down the main aisle looking towards the main altar (I went again later in the day and saw it – wow it is a massive altar blazing with gold everywhere!) I was able to walk around the other areas and view the side chapels and walk up to the statue of Saint James behind the altar, and “Embrace the Apostle” for a few seconds while the mass was going on (I bet there were about 10 priests in the service it was massive). Following this I was able to descend into the crypt where the saint’s relics are kept in a silver casket. All in all a very interesting experience.
I spent most of the day wandering around the old city complex. It was again a beautiful day of sunshine and mid 20 degrees and although there were quite a few people it was definitely not the high tourist season which made walking around a pleasant experience rather than a struggle to get through the small streets and sidewalks.
I passed a boutique pet shop on my route and there was a large photo of an elegant cat pictured like Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany’s; I thought of my uber Diva Madama Miloe who could pose for the shot in her Tiffany blue Swarovski collar 🙂
One trip wandering back to my hotel I was sure the little street I turned onto was the correct one but as I kept going it did not seem right. I entered into a little park, nobody was in it anywhere and there were huge knarled trees, twisted and wrenched like they were in pain. It was a very weird park….so I figured I would get a few photos and then take out my trusty map and find the errors of my ‘ways.’ Which I did and was soon on the right path.
I liked this city and to those planning a trip to northern Spain I recommend a stop of at least 1-2 days to tour the old city area.
One of the highlights of Santiago de Compostela was taking a private cooking class. I did something similar with my friend whilst in southern Spain a few years ago in Granada and it was a great experience. The course in Granada was actually over 2 days and we did not make a trip to the market before each class (everything was already at the studio) but it was still great to cook some local dishes with a local chef.
Finding a course to take on this trip to northern Spain proved a little challenging as I was not with a group and most places wanted a minimum of two people in order to book a class. I was very fortunate to find The Spanish Touch http://www.thespanishtouch.com who were more than willing to accommodate my request. I want to thank Elna at The Spanish Touch who was very helpful providing information and answering all my questions as I think I changed my plans and dates a few times! I was put in touch with a local company in Santiago de Compostela called Hello Cooking http://www.hellocooking.es and it was absolutely fantastic I had so much fun and thoroughly enjoyed every moment! Maria and Elvira are wonderful and I would recommend to anyone wanting to take a day course to do some local Galician cooking to contact Maria – you will love the experience.
Maria met me at my hotel and we walked to the old town market close to the cathedral. This is the place where the local people shop for their daily fresh fruits, vegetables, meat, fish and seafood, nuts, seeds and dried foods as well as flowers and various hand made crafts.
Maria and I picked up the fresh hake fish we needed as well as some zamburinas on the half shell. Unfortunately the large scallops Maria was hoping to get were not available at any of the vendors but the zamburinas looked like they would be just as tasty!
The cooking studio was only a few minutes from the market and Elvira was already inside. A wonderful lady with many years experience as a professional chef, I was looking forward to cooking with both Elvira and Maria.
Our menu included making an appetizer of the zamburinas cooked the Galician way, on the half shell with a tomato-serrano ham sauce topped with a little fresh bread crumbs and baked until crispy and bubbly. Oh they were SO good!!
The main course was the hake fish dish with a white wine tomato sauce, topped with some white asparagus and parsley. A very nice combination of flavours, so easy to make and so tasty!
Dessert was a traditional Santiago cake made with almond flour. The almond flour provides more flavour than conventional wheat flour and the cake is much more moist as well. I was able to bring a couple small cakes away with me and they provided me with a nice treat along with cafe con leche on my train trip to Segovia the following day.
Muchas gracias Elna, Maria and Elvira and Que aproveche!
Oviedo is a city of about 225,000 people in the province of Asturias in northern Spain. Oviedo was settled around the 8th century and soon after a rich architectural tradition began with the construction of palaces, churches, cathedrals, monastery’s and the like.
I flew from Biarritz, France to the Asturias airport (via Madrid) about 50km from Oviedo. I found the taxi to be a bit pricey at about 60 Euro but did not have many options. Weather was sunny and warm about +23c, the drive was scenic with rolling hills, valleys, lots of lush green vegetation, dotted with towns along the route.
I stayed at a small, stylish boutique hotel The Princesa Munia in the heart of the city which was an ideal location. The room was small but I was in an old building and in the city centre so I was not expecting a huge spacious room. The hotel is literally a few minutes walk from the Oviedo Cathedral which is known as the Cathedral of San Salvador, and plaza area which contains numerous heritage buildings, monastery’s, convents, churches, along with small cafe’s, tapas bars and sidrerias (the place to drink cider…I will get to this later) and of course lots of shopping.
I have seen a lot of Cathedrals in many countries and although they are all impressive considering their construction, the Oviedo Cathedral ranks high on my list for classic gothic architecture in addition there also remain earlier romanesque relics in various locations of the structure. The building is also a UNESCO world heritage site. Probably the most famous relic held inside the Cathedral is the Sudarium of Oviedo. “Sudarium” is a shroud and this particular piece is supposed to be the shroud that wiped Jesus after the crucifixion; there are no images on the cloth but stains are visible that have been analyzed to be blood https://www.shroud.com/guscin.htm
As I walked around the cluster of buildings near the cathedral I saw a number of weddings both in the afternoon and the evening. Two ceremonies I passed were going on inside the old cathedrals in one of the side chapels so although the doors were closed, there was still enough of an opening to peek through and see what was going on. Others I passed as the wedding party was coming out of the churches walking down the stairs or into a plaza filled with tourists and members of the wedding party (I guess I could have been a wedding crasher but decided against it).
I had read a number of things online about the Cathedral and cluster of buildings and came across a number of comments about the Monastery of San Pelayo http://catedraldeoviedo.com/ which is a cloistered convent for the Order of Benedictine nuns. Apparently these nuns have made CD’s of gregorian chants and have amazing voices. They have vespers (evening prayer) each night which is open to the public and they sing vespers. So I decided to check it out. As Oviedo is along the camino trail enrolee to Santiago de Compostela I expected a horde of pilgrims but there were only about 10 of us and no-one looked like a hiking pilgrim. We sat in the front chapel and a few minutes before 7pm a sister came into the chapel and asked us to come to the back area behind the chapel where there were two levels of wooden seats lining each side of the room, and the sisters sitting towards the back on each side, and whom I assume was Mother Superior and another senior nun, sitting at the back facing the whole room. We sat on each side towards the front. It reminded me a little of an old British courtroom, not sure how else to describe it. I could not take any photos inside.
They began to sing and I must say it was pretty amazing. I am guessing, but I would say the average age of the 20 or so nuns was about 60 years old but the sound of their voices had me guessing again.
It lasted about 30 minutes then I went on my way, passing another wedding group just coming out of a church, musicians playing outside in the plaza, a few tourists wandering around and the locals starting to come out for coffee and maybe think about eating dinner which is usually not until 9pm or later. The Rialto pastry shop was open http://www.confiteriarialto.com/en and very busy and I could not resist getting something sweet. I think it was a Carbayone and it was worth it. It was worth it just to gaze at the window display which was full of pastries and sugary things made into ants of various pastel colours carrying pastries – very unique.
As I continued my evening stroll I came upon a sidreria which is a cider bar. Yes, from the convent straight to the bar!
Asturian cider and especially in Oviedo, is well known for these establishments and the manner in which they pour it. When one goes into a sidreria one does not order a cider and sit and sip it. Oh no. There is a whole ritual involved.
I ventured inside. Still early so there were not too many people. Ordered a cider…..a bottle with about a liter of cider is placed in front of me. Oh no, I say….poco poco I was only planning on a little bit. Nope. So he pours me a glass – you get maybe a few hundred ml per pour and you have to drink it all. Immediately. I guess it’s part of the aeration involved in the pour. No problem, I’m a small town girl I can down it in one drink. Nice and cold, tasty and only a few percent alcohol so I would be able to make it back to my hotel! But the best part of the whole cider experience is the pour. They lift the bottle in one hand and stretch their arm high above their head, and in the other hand is the glass, held with the arm stretched below their waist. And they pour…into the glass….from about 4 feet (depending how tall your bartender is 🙂 ). It’s great just to watch them!
The next morning was back to the airport and then onwards to Santiago de Compostela as I continued my journey westward in the north.