The Storks of Böbs

The Storks of Böbs
A Very Fine Pair

Lübeck weekend - Travemunde

Lübecker weekend
Saturday

Today we had set aside for visiting the suburbs and various districts, and going to the Travemunde week (this is their answer to the Kieler Woche, ahem, Kiel no need to worry) let me put it this way it was quaint hee hee. Travemunde is the seaside town at the mouth of the river Trave. It is only a few kilometres away and in all reality like Bad Schwartau runs into Lübeck.
We reached Travemunde at about midday after visiting the Lübecker market, again Kiel has no competition, it was nice and compact and is on 3 days a week, but after being spoiled by the "vielfalt" of Kiels super weekly markets it did seem a bit provincial.

After parking the "Chevvy" we stopped at the first stall, it was selling freshly roasted Praguer ham, row on row of the lovely beasts all turning in front of the gas grills. It was Linda’s fault she wanted one, I was just the supporting act.




But it did taste rather nice, we walked along merrily munching away watching the river traffic, the sailing ships and yachts tied up, until we came opposite the Passat.

Krik Vig

Eldorado

Lisa from Lübeck for'n

and Lisa's after parts

The Passat was one of the largest and one of the last German working 4 master Barques, she rounded the horn 36 times, she was due to be scrapped, but was saved at the last minute from the breakers yard by the kindness of the Lübecker people, she now stands under a preservation order, permanently moored on the other side of the Trave, for all to see in all of her former glory.  


We had a bit of difficulty finding a parking space when we arrived (as much to do with BMW drivers taking more than their fair share of parking space), but when we left they were trying to kill one another over the few remaining parking spaces. But that’s much the same in Kiel when the regatta week is on but 100 times worse.
On the way back to the car park I took a shot of some ugly ducklings and mother. Quite unperturbed at the large container ship leaving for one of the other Baltic ports.

Above the Bank was a swifts nest, as we stood and watched (I was unsuccessfully trying to catch the moment when the mother actually fed the young while still in flight) a crowd grew, wondering what we were looking at, I was able to explain to much ooing and ahing, that the swift spends most of its time in flight, drinks by flying low over water and dipping its beak in, it is even able to sleep on the wing, it has a hard time if it is on the ground to get back into the air, so most things are done while in flight, yes even mating! The Latin name for the swift is Apus Apus comes from the ancient Greek and means without legs, it does have legs but they are very short and only used for clinging to vertical surfaces from where it will drop into flight , hence the German name Mauersegeler (Wall Glider)
The swift is one of the fastest birds in flight, if in the nest it will not fly out but drop and will by using aerodynamics glide the first few meters before soaring into the sky. They love hunting over water and seem to arrive at the beginning of May just as the May and Damsel flies hatch. They will catch up to 50g of these and airborne spiders, which cemented together with saliva are carried in a pouch in the throat to the nest and while still in flight be passed to the open beaks of the ever hungry chicks. At about the 1st of August, the breeding and feeding done the chicks with no training will drop out of the nest and take flight, within a few days they have gone, left for their journey to Africa to spend their winter holidays , but they are very faithful and will return each year at the beginning of May  to the same nest site, repairing last years nest with material caught in flight or mud scooped up while on the wing. 




We decided to take a drive out along the Baltic coast, there are some wonderful tiny seaside resorts, that only come to life during the spring/summer season, the rest of the time they just hibernate in the winter Baltic storms and Artic weather. We went through Timmendorfer Strand, Scharbeutz and Haffkrug before turning back towards Bad Schwartau the home of the Jams (according to our friend Carol the best in the world). Bad Schwartau has its own pucka-gen dyed in the wool, hot water thermal bath.

We had been on the go for a good few hours so decided to head for our hotel and a bit of a kip, I also wanted to see Wiggo in the time trials, I had been listening to the cricket test on radio 4 during our journey, so was reasonable happy, though not with the results.

That evening we decide to go into the Altstadt for our evening meal, Linda has a friend who lives not far from Lübeck and she will sometimes stay over and they will go to the Cinema. Right next door (in fact they have a door into it) is an proper Italian restaurant, as opposed to a pizzeria. They have a chalk board with the various changing Tagesgerichte (meal of the day). It was the first one that we hit after we crossed the bridge and I said why not here as you have always said it is so good! So in we went, now this is a massive restaurant with about 60 tables inside and a large number in the beer garden that overlooks the Krähenteich (crow pond) , connected to the Mühlenteich (mill pond) , this was the area that milled the corn for the bakers to bake their bread, very cosy arrangement.

 But back to the food, on the black board was chalked that they had Ossobuca , this is what Linda chose.

I selected the lambs rucken  in a Gorgonzola sauce with spinach, potatoes and carrots, but first a half litre of Chianti, and the free obligatory bruschetta, we had ordered a plate of Anti-pasta, just to get us started (we hadn’t eaten since lunch) . Well now I have seen some plates of starters before, but this one takes the cake, what fantastic value, what a fantastic selection, it was just fantastic.
my first plate:

After the anti-pasta, came the main course of course, I honestly thought they were trying to outdo each other. Mine was really good, still a bit of blood in it, the Gorgonzola sauce not too overbearing and well I do love spinach as an accompaniment.

 Linda’s was just dropping off the bone and what a size, she said I will never finish this and she didn’t.
After we had eaten as much as we could, Linda asked the waiter if it would be possible to take the last remaining slice of thigh home, no problem, he took it away and back it came all packed in a foil receptacle (a la Chinese take away). Well that’s a place well worth a second and third visit, well done Sanct Marco a big thumbs up.

We then walked a bit of the meal off by going up to the medieval  Rathaus (town hall) this is still the seat of the provincial Government and is a most impressive building, the court yard is the scene of the famous Lübeck Weihnachtsmarkt, I have never been, but I believe that the marzipan manufacturers have a large input.




Next to the Rathaus is the Marienkirche (the church dedicated to the Virgin Mary) Lübeck has plenty of churches (most with twin towers) for those interested in Ecclesiastical Architecture and history from the Middle Ages complete with a devil sitting on his stone, but more about that tomorrow.



That done we headed back to the hotel as we had the whole of the Altstadt to do on foot Sunday morning.

Lübeck a night at the theatre

Lübecker weekend

Friday
It was the middle of summer and the weather is supposed to be scorching, someone hadn’t read the script, though dry it can no way be called above normal, in fact it was well below normal.
Never the less we from the NE of England are made of tough material, blue lips, shuddering and pouring rain and still enjoying oneself (did we really), I suppose we did, the ride on the Tyneside circular line was just as big an excitement as was the going to Cullercoats bay, visiting Uncle Joe Stoneman (not a real uncle but an old shipmate and workmate of “Wor Dads”) who had a coble and fished out of that little fishing harbour (the source of our crabs, lobsters and when running, salmon and sea trout).
I got to our hotel and was a little early so sat in the hotel lobby taking a little “snuff” while waiting for Linda, I will add I am a Sir Terry Pratchett fan and am reading his last book at the moment, I just love his sense of devilish humour and his matter of fact way of weaving topical threads into his mysteries and Folklore.
We got settled into our hotel, a very nice one, just south of the main Island “Altstadt” of Lübeck called the Visitor hotel, clean, friendly, good sized rooms and separate bathroom with a separate room with two, yes two wash hand basins , but most of all it was cheap, only €83,- per night for the double room  including the €6,- for the wonderful breakfast (German not English). WiFi LAN costs €1,- per hour (not very strong connection, but sufficient).

We had planned a cultural evening (well Linda had, as she had done all of the planning), it was first out for a meal and then off to the Music and Congress hall (MUK) to see a musical rendition of Turandot, this was part of the Schleswig-Holstein Music festival, the theme this year being China, the year of the Dragon.

We parked the car right outside of the MUK and went across the bridge onto the Altstadt Island,

we walked a little way and Linda was stopped by a call, one of her work colleagues was sitting with her husband at one of the many  street cafes we chatted and Linda asked about a nice place to eat, they suggested a place just around the corner called Die Schiffergesellschaft, “the guild of Mariners”.
We went around the corner and there is an old, nay ancient building was a surprise awaiting me that I had not been expecting, those that know me will realise I am an” Ancient Mariner” and here was a building that made my heart pound.






It is a fantastic red brick building (as the majority of the classical buildings in the old city) from the outside, but inside is what takes your breath away, it is truly magnificent (well for us mariners anyway), the guilds main hall has been kept in its original style, with the long tables that the guests eat and drink at still in the same position that they would have been when the ships crews, fishermen, bargees and Baltic werries and traders of past gone centuries ate and drank at. Wonderful, fantastic, it felt like coming home.

We ordered our meals, informing the waiter that we had to be at the MUK for 18:00, well I do believe he was an old ships boy, I thought for a moment he was going to touch his forelock, said no problem took our orders and off he went.  Next to us on the starboard side was a family that had one of the most well behaved “sort of collie” I have had occassion to meet. Then to the Port side came a young family with a little child (a girl, not so well behaved as the "sort of collie"), they came from Stuttgart, the man originally from Bavaria, in fact from Augsburg, my first place of residence in Germany, all  those years ago, 43 to be exact.
We had looked at the menu outside and I had all ready decided on the Fischteller (fish platter), consisting of cod, Pollock and a salmon roulade, served on a bed of curried vegetables and a potato and leek rosti, fantastic, well cooked and very tasty, I washed it all down with a couple of 0.2l Flensbergers, a very bitter pils from the North of Schleswig- Holstein.

Linda ordered the deep fried Gurnard filets with butter poatoes and a side salad, this was enjoyed with many oos and ahs, so I think it met with her approval.

On leaving I took a few close ups of the carpenters works from all of those years ago


And Jack the cabin boy gave us a hard stare (I've had a few of those from stewards in my time)


 
We then legged it down the Engelsgrube and then along the quayside to cross the bridge to the MUK,  with the figures on top

  The house was 90% full, good job Linda had bought the tickets up front. And boy had she bought the tickets up front, 1st row, couldn’t have been better, even see the hairs up the first bass cellists’ nose (not a nice sight may I add). This evening’s performance was purely musical no stage scenery or props and just a little acting by the Princess (suppose she couldn’t help it really)

Waiting for the band as I believe it is termed now a days



Nice bunch of flowers (got to pass the time away looking at something)

When we arrived and I didn’t know what to expect, as I had heard this piece of music many times, but of course the most famous piece from Puccini’s opera being Nessun Dorma, I have heard it sung by some of the real greats tenors of our time (Luciano Pavarotti, Placido Domingo and Tito Beltram) and the not so greats ,though good (Andrea Bocelli and Paul Potts) this evenings  Prince Calaf, Tenor Marco Berti came in between the first and the second lot, he was very good, but the girls outshone the boys as far as the singing went, the princess Turandot was sung by American Soprano Jennifer Wilson a Voluptuous singer that hit all of the notes and did act the part which is more than can be said of most. Also worth a mention was Liu the slave sung by the Polish Soprano Iwona Sobotka, with some beautiful sung arias.






The singers and orchestra receiving a much deserved standing ovation and then we headed back to the hotel for an nice nights sleep. But first seeing how Wiggo had done on the tour de France, keep it going boy!

Corned beef, potato and onion plate pie


Corned beef, potato and onion plate pie

We are off to England in about 3 weeks’ time, we are first meeting friends for a picnic, now before you say "that's it he is now fully of his trolley" let me explain, I am a member of a food board that had its seeds back in the days when the BBC had a very good food website, alas they neglected it and there was lots of squabbles, WUMs, Trolls Flamers and a lack of pure common decency, that the BBC couldn’t or wouldn’t control. One of the members started up his own food web site and soon many of us joined, while still popping in to the BBC board to join the few sensible discussions and offer advice when needed. But the BBC then pulled the plug and took away the Food Q&A facility, as we had already joined the Wildfood Board, it didn’t really matter to us, but many old friends have disappeared, such a pity.

Now you may well ask what the hell has that to do with a plate pie. Well some of us from the old amicable BBC Food Board would meet up now and again at different venues and have a chin wag, a bite to eat and get drunk (well I did at the last one). There are quite a few who live in or quite close to East Anglia and so they have a Picnic each year, yes a good old knotted hankie, trousers rolled English Picnic. Linda and I have decided to go this year (we have done Dublin, Cheltenham, London and a couple of smaller ones) we are then going on to molest my Brother and Sister-in-law for a few days down in Dorset. I am really looking forward to it and Linda needs a bit of a Holiday.  We are doing the savoury pies for the spread, so now you know why I am making them, not that I am going to keep them until the picnic, they are a trial, a sort of dry run and my mate at work has been off sick and needs a bit of building up!

So without further ado, let me introduce the one and only “ Ma Smith’s” Corned Beef, Potato and Onion Plate Pie. Now “Wor Mam” never used herbs in her pastry but the rest is as printed or would be if I had her recipe.

Filling

1 tin of Corned Beef (please not Fray Bentos, if we ever meet I shall explain why, I have been to Fray Bentos!!!!)

5 or 6 medium potatoes, peeled and 4 quartered and 2 diced

1 medium or ½ a large onion chopped quite small

1 clove of garlic, pressed

Plenty of fresh ground pepper

Dice the corned beef,

put the potatoes into 2 separate pans to cook and fry the onions and garlic.

 While the spuds are boiling and the onions cooking (very low heat in a little oil) you can now make the:

Pastry

225g of plain flour

50g of lard

50g of butter

½ tsp. each dried marjoram, oregano and thyme (any herbs you wish but I had some left over from last night)

Good pinch of salt

Enough ice cold water to bring it together (about 2 table spoons)

1 egg beaten for the sealing and the wash

Make sure all of the fats are cold, dice into cubes about 1cm², weigh out the flour, add the herbs and salt mix well, add the fats and with your fingertips (I keep mine cold by holding them under cold running water) rub the fats and flour quickly together until it resembles soft bread crumbs, now add the water a little at a time, mixing with the blade of a normal knife until it comes together, need it into a ball, do not overwork it, pat flat wrap in foil and refrigerate until ready to use.

The cubed spuds will be ready first, drain and set aside, turn the heat off from under the onions, they shouldn’t be too coloured. When the other spuds are soft, mash them with a good knob of butter,



 then mash in the Corned Beef, add the onions and stir in, give it a good grinding of black pepper. Now add the potato cubes and fold into the filling,  Filling finished!














Here you will need a tin plate, “Wor Mam” used “Wor Dads” this he had brought back from his last ship in 1946, but I don’t have that heirloom, I bought a one from T-Max last time I was in Newry (funny coincidence, “Wor Dads” last ship was HMS Dundalk, and Dundalk is just across the border in the Irish republic).

Grease the plate with a bit of butter or lard, which ever you have nearest at hand. Take the pastry out of the fridge and cut in half, roll out one half, large enough to cover the plate.



Dress around the edges with the back of a knife, while turning the plate with one hand at eye level, (that was how “Wor Mam” done it).





Place the filling on top, brush the lip with beaten egg and roll out the second piece large enough to cover the whole lot, put this on top and press the edges together with a fork again dress the edges.

Brush the top with beaten egg (or as the Hairy Bikers say an eggy wash).

Put into the top of a pre-heated (190°C) oven for 35-40 minutes (check as it gets near the end of the cooking time, we don’t want it over done do we?)

Finished Job.

This pastry was so short, it wouldn’t come up to the shins of a leprechaun, it was wonderful and light and the herbs gave the pie a very nice finishing touch.

Now the next one is bacon and egg, or even sausage, bacon and egg, I could well make the Hairies one as this has whole eggs in it as did “Wor Mams”