Sunday, June 30, 2013

Photo dump: summer!

It's been a while. Life, what a lovely excuse.

We haven't gotten much use out of summer clothing so far for two reasons: 1) is that the Bavarian weather fairy refuses to acknowledge we're a few hours away from July, presumably a summer month, and 2) forest kindergarten appropriate clothing is always long sleeved and practical and often waterproof.

This has been our summer so far:












Sunday, April 14, 2013

Finally!

Spring in the Englischer Garten.

Didn't spy any naked sun bathers, but I expect it's merely a matter of time until I do. We saw plenty of all the other ingredients for Munich spring: beer, ice cream, street musicians, including an enthusiastic young man having a go at Habanera on his violin. And a brass band playing in the Chinesischer Turm as people were drinking beer down below, of course.



Something also happened at the Monopteros.














Viennese waltzes at Hofgarten.



Saturday, March 23, 2013

Oh, Finland.

As Munich moved further towards spring -- fighting it every step along the way, whining and crying -- we moved our rear ends to the airport and flew to Finland. Oh, the snow banks of late March! The sunlight has been plentiful however, and it hasn't been as cold as I anticipated: this winter has been long by Helsinki standards, but overall it's been quite mild as this year found temperatures below -40C being measured nowhere in Finland.

 Here, some photos.


 

Monday, March 11, 2013

What we've been up to



Family favourites. We try to pick books that don't make the parental brain melt and dribble out of the ears.





She calls this crafting. I call this "what nightmares are made of." Her Majesty has recently began insisting on gluing these little eyes on every little painting, drawing, doodle and piece of paper she's cut out from a newspaper, colouring book or the like. They follow me into my dreams.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

It's what we call "mid season" in Finland

Spring!

I can see (and hear) snow melting from where I sit. Spring comes swiftly here; the weather app on my phone claims we'll have temperatures in the double digits Celsius next week, and that fits my experience from previous years.

I spent the morning going over Her Majesty's outdoors gear and wondering whether she'd benefit from another pair of water/dirt/wind resistant shell trousers. She has enough clothes now -- enough being two sets plus rain gear, which is enough for a child who goes out daily in all types of weather -- but I don't know how Germans feel about one piece suits. These are very popular in Northern Europe: children wear snowsuits in the winter, and what we Finns call "mid season" suits in spring and autumn. These tend to similar to the outmost layer of hiking gear: the fabrics are breathable and often dirt resistant, water resistant or water proof, and an excellent choice for keeping children warm and comfortable and the inner layer of clothing clean. Germans seem to prefer two part options however, or even forgoing technical clothing altogether.

We'll see what the Forest Kindergarten prefers: next week we have what Germans call an Elternabend for children starting kindergarten this April, and I'm sure they'll have more to say about practical clothing. Worst case scenario, I'll just have to buy another pair of shell trousers from Finland when we fly over in late March.

Anyway, clothes!



Softshell jacket, shell trousers, fleece jacket, rain set, four hats (not that I have a weakness for accessories or anything), two pairs of stretchy gloves, water resistant gloves, wellies and a pair of gore-tex sneakers by Superfit. The sneakers and softshell jacket are water resistant -- not water proof -- which makes them more ideal for outings to the woods when there's little to no rain.



Waterproof overall, lined wellies, leather sneakers, two sets of fleece (the turquoise and green jacket + trousers set also goes nicely with the red/turquoise set from the previous photo), mittens, waterproof gloves, three hats.



Rain gear for colder weather! The jacket is actually fleece lined, so it's excellent for temperatures slightly above 0C. I suspect this one won't see so much use in the spring however... it was indispensable in the autumn and during the warmer winter days, but I expect the daily temperature changes in spring will make us reach for clothes in two separate layers for maximum comfort and practicality. Still, it's a lovely jacket and I hope we'll get some more use out of it before my daughter outgrows it.

Not featured because I ran out of patience: wool underthings. We've plenty!

And now we have to go out to enjoy the sun!

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

I like the way I manage to insult the food policies of three different nations in one blog post



Dinner on Monday: it began as squid with salad... and got out of control. As my meals are wont to do.

I've been thinking about the difference in food here vs, well, anywhere else I've been. I've the most experience of grocery shopping in Finland, Germany and the US, absolutely in this order, but although my practical experience of going to North American grocery stores is not as extensive as my knowledge of Finland and Germany, the internet assumes everybody is an American. Talk about exposure! All the recipes and food blogs I find online and all my experience as a gaping shopper can be condensed into two narratives about the American Grocery Shopping Experience: why does this come in a can with ten added ingredients and where's the produce section? Have they heard of butcher counters? Do they even know what a rutabaga looks like? How about an apple? and why, hello, Whole Foods! Food for hoi polloi this isn't.

Now, Germany and Finland easily win if we're looking at the quality of non-organic foods. Eating the average diet here vs in Finland vs in the US, I'd opt for either of the former two, although I'd still skip the eggs from caged chickens or the male offspring of said chickens. Still, the chickens here aren't eating a diet of their own dead friends... or, at least, what's in the feed bowls doesn't taste like chicken.

I don't think I could easily choose between Finland and Germany: Finns eat more fish and berries and mushrooms (all easily available to the nature devotee by simply going into the woods and acquiring them, sigh) plus of course the tastiest meat of them all, the free-to-roam reindeer, and generally have a better selection of rare foodstuffs. Germans on the other hand aren't obsessed with low fat everything and have tastier butter, excellent bakeries, butchershops and greengrocers on every street corner. It's not an exaggeration to say that Finns eat greasy fish and lean meat; Germans eat lean (often frozen and then transported) fish and greasy meat. I prefer my fish greasy and my meats... well, either of the two is good, this really depends on what I'm cooking.

Organic produce and meats are, I notice, somewhat more available in Germany despite Finland being in theory better equipped to deal with such. I think it's a matter of what people are used to and state policies-- Germany seems to value small businesses (just look at how the usual grocery run involves going to three or four different places!) while Finland, eh, does not. The US, being a giant, can do amazing things with variety both in the organic isle and with what manner of processed/convenience goods are available: spray on baking fat? Halp!

Organic foods are, of course, readily available in cities populated by health conscious, vaguely green urban hipsters who like to eat diets based on whole foods, and I've only lived in state capitals-- possibly my perspective is a wee bit twisted?

Anyway, here's where things get interesting: although I'm going to claim the baseline quality of food is generally better here than it is in the US, organic co ops and local farmer's markets and occasional awesomeness aside, people aren't aware of American health food crazes, whether sensible or rooted in a misinterpretation of the available data. See: "why grass fed beef is superior to grain fed" but also the "eggs kill you dead" meme that needs to disappear. (This is the part where I called the latter "full of shit", but on second thought removed that because I think this is a family blog. Except now I'm notifying you about it, oh sh... f... aaaaaaagh!)

The above can take whimsical turns. There's a company that imports beef from different countries to Germany. It was last year that I found some "100% American Beef" steak cuts in the freezer of the local Hit. (High end supermarket chain.) The beef was so streaked with fat that shouldn't have existed in this cut to begin with, and it looked especially out of place next to the same cut from German beef. I've also seen chicken advertised with "Fed only the best of corn! Full of healthy omega-6 fats!" in Finland. I couldn't stop laughing.

The concept of "whole foods", too, is largely an American one: my initial reaction to hearing the term the first time was one of bemusement. What else would I be eating, cardboard? My own fingers? We had fish fingers or tortellini on occasion when growing up, but my mother and grandmother largely cooked foods from produce and meats bought from the supermarket. Some of the veg came frozen and sometimes they took short cuts, but meals didn't come from a container that said "just pop this in the micro!" When we ate fish (often pike, as it was cheaper than the other options and we were poor) my mother bought the whole fish (again, it was cheaper) and gutted it. I remember my younger brother then insisted on having the head as a toy and took a bath with it... ah, do anybody else's childhood memories involve their brother screeching hysterically "NO! MINE! NOOOOO! FISHIE!" while their mother pried a rotting pike head from his fingers? I suspect I may be alone here.

Ideally I'd be shopping in Germany and fishing & picking my own mushrooms and berries in Finland. Somebody else can catch the reindeer. And getting some specialty products from the US, which does these better than anybody else: flavoured ghee from organic, grass fed and pastured cows? Not happening here: just finding kalamata olives or hummus is hard.

I miss Finnish nature and the freedom to roam. Germany, by comparison, is full of people (and farmland) instead of wilderness as far as they eye can see: geographically, it's not that much larger than Finland; population-wise, it has 16 times the number of people we do. Or one fourth of the population of the United States of America.

And this is why you can't go on vacation here without having to deal with ten hairy Germans per square metre of beach. I leave you with this mental image.