Waldfest

Andrew and I went to Waldfest yesterday afternoon.  It’s a local German Festival just outside of East Aurora.  (All photos courtesy of Andrew, my hero with the camera, who graciously carried it around and got into picture-taking mode for me.)

A friend of Andrew’s from work invited us and we thought it would be a great time.  It was pretty warm here yesterday (upper 80’s), so we waited until about 4 p.m. to go.

It was packed, although not uncomfortably so.

We walked around, found the beer tent and got ourselves a couple Weissbiers.

And who can pass up bratwurst and mettwurst at a German Festival?

I like mine with sauerkraut and mustard.  (Excuse my nails; I’m in desperate need of a manicure!)

Kegs.

This is Bart, a friend of Andrew’s from work.  He had this awesome camera case that was actually a small backpack.  It’s now my mission to find one for us.  Maybe that’s what Kath uses to tote her camera around everywhere!  As you can see, it was warm.

Bart is also somewhat of a photographer.  I don’t know him that well yet, but this photo really captures, in my mind, who Bart is: a guy full of life, always with a huge grin and having the most fun possible.

This photo makes me look like I was drunk and double-fisting, neither of which would have been true.  I stuck to about a cup and a half but thought this was a great shot.

Our group tried to give this guy some beer but he dutifully waved them off; he was working the event.

Another fun shot…

I ponied-up four tickets (TWO DOLLARS!  Although I guess it could have been worse…) for a bottle of water.  Must. Alternate. Alcohol. With. Water.  Seriously, I really am responsible when I drink.  Not that we’re big drinkers; I just feel better (mentally and physically) if I’ve balanced out any alcohol I’ve consumed with big glasses of water.

This shot has a bit of a story…  This was the ice cream guy.  Bart (at this point shirtless because of a beer spill) managed to get a bunch of free ice creams for us.  I nabbed one of the strawberry fruit bars (love those!) and when I went to throw my trash away Andrew wanted to get a photo…  Don’t worry; we’re pretty sure he was more into Bart than me!

This guy walked by our group and stopped to chat:

There was music and dancing on the stage as well.

We had a great time but left before the bitter end.  We both love ethnic food outings, so we’re looking forward to upcoming Italian and Polish festivals as well.

super sunday

What a weekend I’m having!

Saw good news on the scale this morning; only FOUR more pounds to go!

We tried a new church today.  We sat under a tent (something they are doing for the summer) and there was some decent music.  Not sure we really liked it, so the search continues.

Here’s my post-workout breakfast:

OIAJ!

It was fabulous!  Here’s what I used:

– 1/4 C old-fashioned oats

– 1/2 C water

– 1/4 C milk (added after cooking to thin the oatmeal out)

– 1.5 tbsp leftover Trader Joe’s Sunflower Seed Butter

– 1/2 tbsp flax seeds

– 1/4 C blueberries (YUM)

– 1/4 C Great Harvest Groovy Granola (double YUM)

Andrew and I enjoyed our breakfasts (I made him a mango/peach/orange juice smoothie) in the car on the way to church.

Afterward, we toured a friend-of-a-friend’s house that’s coming up for sale soon.  We aren’t excited about it; it isn’t really what we want and it’s above our price range.  It does have potential and a great location, but still.

We’re going to a local German Festival today; here’s to German beer and great German goodies!

collards…for the last time (at least while we’re in the hotel)

I whipped up a pretty snazzy dinner (if I do say so myself) last night for us.

I roasted salmon (in the toaster oven!) with salmon seasoning, made Southern-style collards (Wegman’s was out of smoked ham hocks, so I bought a smoked ham steak and cut it up) and warmed some of Great Harvest’s Rosemary and Olive bread for dipping.

We finished off our last bottle of what we call the “blue wine.”  It’s a German Riesling we found at the Class Six on base in Ohio.  They stopped carrying it shortly before we left; I’ll have to look for it here.  It’s a very fruity, very sweet, crisp wine we both like.  I don’t prefer to drink rieslings with dinner (too sweet), but Andrew loves them, and since there are only two of us and we don’t drink wine with dinner that often, it’s slim pickins’ sometimes.  Whatever is open is what we get.  Interestingly enough, the name of the wine is “Burg (which means “castle” in German) Layer.”  Isn’t that funny?  It’s a sign, I just know it.

This was the third time in about two weeks I’ve made collards.  I bought them at the farmer’s market and they came two per bundle.  All I can say is–a bundle is BIG.  It took up half a shelf in our small fridge for days.  I used it first to make Cuisine at Home’s “Succotash Fried Rice,” which is a southern take on traditional fried rice.  Instead of peas and carrots and scallions, it has lima beans, red pepper, onion and tabasco.  I served that with pan-fried cod.  Andrew liked the rice–a victory!  Then, I sauteed some up in a little chicken stock with a splash of vinegar at the end and served that with Caribbean Jerk chicken.  The chicken was pretty spicy and the collards were only OK; Andrew is not a huge fan.  OK, he’s not really a fan at all.

Let’s just saw he’s been whining and complaining for the last week about eating collards.

So, last night, I decided that I needed to make collards “for real.”  As in, the Southern-style, sweet, hammy, salty version.  (Andrew likes to say I’m from the South since I’ve lived in a bunch of Southern states a few times and spent almost all my life south of the Mason Dixon line–a stark contrast to his lifetime spent in snowy western New York.)  As I said, Wegman’s was out of ham hocks when I went the other day, so I made do with a cut-up ham steak and threw it and the remaining chopped collards into a pot to simmer for about an hour.  I used Chef Paul Prudhomme’s Magic Salmon Seasoning for the fish, wrapped it in foil and roasted it for about 30 minutes.  I LOVE that salmon seasoning.  While I enjoy making much of what I use from scratch, it’s great in a pinch and gives salmon what I call a “steak house flavor.”  Not that it tastes like steak; it just reminds me of the kind of thing you could get on the menu at a nice restaurant–something complex and flavorful that I couldn’t necessarily recreate at home easily.

ANYWAY…long story short, Andrew ended the meal saying, “Those collards weren’t too bad.”  Another victory!

The only downside to cooking in the hotel?  There is absolutely NO ventilation, which means the smell of whatever I make lingers.  A lot.  Currently we’re getting sweet/smoky/fishy wiffs every time we enter the place after being gone for awhile.  If only I could bake a pie in here…