Posts tagged ‘food’

April 28, 2013

all things must pass

by ada

Last day at my workplace. I received some unexpected kindness from my coworkers (and some unexpected rudeness from my boss as well). I’ve already got another offer which I turned down because even if it was on another ward and paid better, it was the same job I’ve just quit because of the reason that it didn’t feel right for me. So I just decided to have some time off and see how things work out. It’s nice to be unemployed again, it feels so safe and comforting, haha.

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April 7, 2013

Venice – day 4

by ada




Holocaust Memorial at Ghetto Novo

Ghetto Novo Venice



fish market


Venice Casino

Venice street


vaporetto stop

March 30, 2013

Salzburg – Grünmarkt

by ada

eggs at Grünmarkt



Salzburg Grünmarkt cheese

Salzburg Grünmarkt

bread crumbles






dog at Residenzplatz

willow catkin


March 23, 2013

Hallein revisited

by ada
















February 9, 2013

daylight come and me wanna go home

by ada

I took a few photos before going to sleep today morning. I may have the same working schedule as vampires do but I’m still a human being, with a feeling for daylight’s beauties.

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January 26, 2013

things that make me happy

by ada

1. The view from my garden door.


2. My new Pikolinos shoes.

Pikolinos shoes

3. Being on a sick leave till Monday, with lots of bed time, cups of coffee with coconut oil and awesome music. Lately I’m listening to a collection of original glass harmonica pieces, that are the second funniest music I’ve ever heard. The first are the Albrechtsberger’s concertos for Jew’s harp. I mean, classical concertos of three movements for Jew’s! Harp!, accompanied with a symphonic orchestra. How cool those times and their folks were, the second half of the eighteenth century.

sick leave

4. Flowers on my table.


5. The cute panda backpack I bought for Móricka yesterday for the ridiculous price of 1,70 euros. I almost couldn’t resist the idea of getting an identical one for myself too, but, well, in our society there is an age limit of thirteen years for panda backpacks. Society’s burdens are hard ones.

panda bag

6. The results of the very recent culinary success of mine!

duck gribenes

7. Matryoshka earrings. Did I ever mention that I had a fairly Russophile and socialist upbringing? As a child I played with wooden matryoshkas and listened to the choir of the Red Army singing partisan songs. I still read the Russian alphabet fluently, even if I don’t speak the language anymore. Recommended movie for Western Europeans and Americans (or, actually, for everybody who was born on the other – outer – side of the iron curtain): Good Bye, Lenin! Just to get the feeling, you know.

Matryoshka earrings

January 24, 2013

how to make traditional duck gribenes

by ada

Don’t worry, there’s no danger of me becoming a food blogger. Actually, I’m painfully low-maintenance when it comes to food. Before going paleo you could find me eating pasta and tomato sauce on six days a week without getting bored with it. It’s not that I don’t like a good meal, because I rather do, but I just don’t have that big interest in food, neither in eating nor in producing. Let’s put it this way: if somebody else cooks delicious things for me, I happily eat them. If nobody cooks for me, I don’t miss it.

Since switching to the paleo diet I became a bit more interested in what I eat, or, well, at least in the health side of the story. I try to cook every day and eat a variety of foods I didn’t try before. That’s how I ended up with a whole duck (for half price) yesterday, and since our homemade goose gribenes is one of my favourite food since childhood, I decided to give a try to the duck version. And I did what every girl does when in trouble: called my mother for the recipe. They turned out really yummy, but really, I mean, really YUMMY. So I dedicate this post to document this very culinary success of mine (which are oh so very rare, haha.)

Since English is not my first language (not even the second, in fact), I wasn’t able to figure out what’s the proper English word for gribenes. “Cracklings”? “Greaves”? I really don’t feel the difference. One thing is sure: it’s not “pork rinds”, because, well , it’s not pork it’s made of.

Take a duck (goose, chicken are optional), pull its skin off and together with its fat, cut it into small pieces.

duck fat

Put it in a pot with one tablespoon water under it and cook it really slow for about three hours. Don’t cover the pot. If you live in an open space apartment where kitchen, living room and bedroom share the same twenty square metres (like I do), be anxious to close your wardrobe doors, put your coats outside and open the windows. Otherwise you will end up smelling like a giant piece of roasted duck (like I did), which may be appetising for your cat but rather embarrassing for the humans you meet later during the day.

duck fat

While it cooks, it looks like this:

duck gribenes

Later on:

duck gribenes

When the pieces are crispy enough not to make funny noises when pushing them to the side of the pot, you can pour the fat in glass containers and put it in the fridge to cool. So does it look when it’s still warm:

duck fat

And so it does when already solid:

duck fat

The gribenes look like this:

duck gribenes

I mean, like this!

duck gribenes

Eat them when they are still warm and crispy, with bread spread with the fresh duck fat, with fresh spring onions with salt. Or eat them as a snack.

duck gribenes

Well, after writing this post I feel like I’m one of those big paleo bloggers with ten thousands of subscribers who create amazing gluten-free recipes, make homemade coconut deodorants and share their experiences of going no ‘poo. Only that those big paleo bloggers would never eat that occasional slice of bread I still do sometimes, ehem.

duck gribenes

December 31, 2012


by ada

I spent the last day of 2012 with working thirteen hours, and exactly so will I spend the first day of 2013. The new year doesn’t seem to bring a significant change in my lifestyle.

Sorry for the even-poorer-than-usual quality of the photo – I made it with my phone while drinking champagne.


December 22, 2012


by ada

The Cat, trying to steal some slightly burned Christmas cookies.


November 30, 2012


by ada

First Christmas cookies of the season, produced by some overly active patients of ours.


November 25, 2012


by ada

Socialising is no superhero skill of mine; it never was. Sometimes I do it rather fine, that means I laugh at the right moment and say yes or no adequate to the conversation; but today I felt that if I have to participate only one more minute longer in the breakfast discussion about the appropriate use of vaginal lubricants, the remaining five brain neurons of mine that survived both the depression and the workplace breakfasts of the last six months, will commit suicide together and I will end up in our own dementia ward very soon. I don’t really want to maintain long conversations about astrophysics*, postmodern literature*** or early Italian Baroque continuo rules****, but I got already somewhat tired of the topic of the detailed love life of my coworkers. Despise me if you dare.

* mostly because I have about zero knowledge of astrophysics**

** well, I read A Brief History of Time a few years ago but that’s really all I did for my better understanding of the Universe

*** there definitely were times when my readings couldn’t have been defined with the sole word: mysteries; but – alas! – those times are passed

**** I have a lot to say about early Italian Baroque continuo rules but I am also able to go quite happily without pushing the subject

November 16, 2012


by ada

The annual nursing ball.

November 12, 2012


by ada

First I discovered that my patient cut the tubing of his Foley-catheter through and the balloon was still inside.

Then, when I was leisurely changing a decubitus dressing just 30 minutes before the end of my shift, my boss asked me to fill out a preoperative questionnaire for another patient. This simple act required an hour of hysterical flipping-through about 200 pages of documentation searching for hidden information like cerebral episodes that happened 32 years ago and old laboratory values nobody will ever need because they do a new test anyway.

On my way home I met an excited group of people running up and down the corridors, searching for signs of how God literally heals people in the 21st Century.

Except of these special moments, the day was quite peaceful, with the usual blood sugar crises, blood pressure crises, violent combats between distinguished old ladies and the continually presence of various sorts of body fluids in overflowing quantity, literally everywhere.

I managed to take the usual dinner photo before passing out.

November 7, 2012

conversations with my coworkers – part 2

by ada

coworker1: Why don’t you eat bread?

me: Because gluten erases intestinal villi made of epithelial cells and makes the gut wall permeable, causes a leaky gut syndrome and increases inflammation levels. All that leads to diseases based on the failure of the immune system and on an autoimmune response.

coworker1 (looks perplexed)

coworker2: Gluten is healthy.

me: No, it isn’t. As it was pointed out in several studies…

coworker2 (interrupting my words): Gluten is healthy. I saw a dietitian speaking about it on TV yesterday.

me: Oh well. You know how it is with dietitians…

coworker2: It is true, because it was on TV.

me (looking perplexed and having dark thoughts about the present state of education for health care professionals and the future of the human race): Oh well. Forget it. I don’t eat bread because I want to lose weight.

October 29, 2012


by ada

Back to that periodically returning state of my life when the only thing I can turn to for inspiration is my dinner table.

October 24, 2012


by ada

The sad truth is, if you are working as a nurse, low-carbing is practically impossible.

October 7, 2012


by ada

Making paleo marzipan. I’m not much of a foodie myself, but I managed to develop a kind of interest in cooking lately. I still don’t have high standards and eat everything I make regardless of how it looks or tastes, but the evil circle of noodles-canned tomato soup-bread and butter is already broken.

October 2, 2012


by ada

Since this actually happened to me today, I decided that it is time to have some consolation treat, made these muffins and ate them with coconut chips, almond butter and green apples.

P.S.: I warned you. The biggest photographic challenge I’m still able to complete with on workdays is shooting my actual dinner plate. Sorry. That’s what remains of my life after working thirteen hours.

September 17, 2012


by ada

Home flavours, got from my Hungarian colleague. We are an international team wich contains nurses mostly from the Eastern Block: Serbia, Slovakia, Poland, Russia and Hungary, but there are also a few Austrians (the minority, haha) and a Filipino.

September 17, 2012


by ada

I rarely eat fruits – fructose is my enemy – but I just get this desire to bite into something juicy and fresh and sweet sometimes.

September 15, 2012


by ada

For today I planned to visit the Fuschlsee but I felt so ill that I stayed home instead, reading Camilleri and cooking chicken soup, the obligatory health food and cure for all existential misery. Not that chicken soup makes back pain any better (not that anything makes it any better), but let’s pretend life does have any meaning.

September 9, 2012


by ada

My flat is still in a state of terrifying chaos – I have no time to die, as we say it in Hungarian.


September 9, 2012


by ada

Having dinner at my coworker’s place.

August 24, 2012


by ada

Eating ice with colleagues. It’s quite necessary for surviving a thirteen-hours long working day in a 35C grad weather.

August 12, 2012


by ada

Eating awesome rose-shaped ice-cream at Gelarto Rosa, right next to Bazilika. They make their ice with xylitol instead of table sugar (sucrose), and most of the fruity sorts are also lactose-free. I chose the flavours pine nut, lemon with basil and white chocolate with lavender, and man, was it yummy!

August 8, 2012


by ada

Eating barbecue leftovers with colleagues instead of at work.

August 6, 2012


by ada

On days like today, when

  • I work thirteen hours without even having a lunch break
  • I wait two and a half hours for a doctor’s visit
  • after a whole day of glorious sunshine it starts raining exactly fifteen minutes before the end of my shift, so I have to bike home in ice-cold rain (again)
  • the bottom of the garbage bag tears itself away and I have to collect the organic, stinky remains of my last week meals and other nice things with my bare hands while rain pouring down on my face

well, on days like today the only thing that makes me feel like I’m still a human being, is food.

August 2, 2012


by ada

What I’m doing since a week is sending patients of mine to the ER because of acute life threatening conditions, and then receiving  them back after a few hours, because the ER have no free beds anymore. Already this game alone is exhausting enough, but the real problem is its main consequence, that I have a station full of emergency cases without having the necessary conditions to deal with the situation. Are really no fun, these days. No wonder that if the kitchen team sends cakes, I eat them. They immediately relieve stress (just to cause a feeling of guilt even so immediately and stomach ache a few hours later, haha).

July 27, 2012


by ada

Another way of dealing with stress I practise way too often is eating quick carbohydrates. Well, at least is ice gluten-free.

July 24, 2012


by ada

Drinking coffee with Móricka.

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