The traditional cooking milieu was calling me last weekend. The weather fell over my head with some freezing temperatures and so my mum and I decided it was time for a good, warm, homely cheese souffle. It is true, I hadn’t experienced this dish in ages, and I had been longing for the fluffy “naughty” dish for the past few months. The Souffle even appeard in one of my dreams! The dream was so vivid, I was jumping into a pool, just that there was no water pool but a huge cheesy souffle, and while falling I was ready to take my first bites! Kind of like that movie “Cloudy with a chance of meatballs”…
I love those kind of dreams! If anybody asked me how I would define paradise I would say “the land of milk and honey” or “charlie’s chocolate factory”! Talking about food paradise… I remember 2 Tirolian tales of the neighboring mountain vallies… One being the all known legend of “Frau Hitt” and an other called “Kasermandl”.
The Saga of Frau Hitt is one of the most popular in the Tirolian Vallies. The time when giants still ruled around Innsbruck (the Capital of Tirol), Frau Hitt an evil woman had misued the milk and butter of the poor commons. The heavens punished her doings by turning her and her fat son into stone. Nowadays a mountain up high at Innsbruck is told to be her stoney remains.
The Kasermandl is the story of a boy who used to misuse the food resources in the alpine huts (known as Alm). He would use the cheese to play bowling and as step stones, so he was cursed to stay and haunt the mountain huts. There used to be a tradition around here where boys from the villages would disguise them self as Kasermandl, but I myself have never seen this tradition as many other, since they have died out with time.
There are a thousand legends here around, many already forgotten or almost. I remember discovering some few old books in grammar school which I had borored from the library and read with excitement. At that time we didnt have computers and scanners, or otherwise I would have been able to share some more rare stories with the world…
Anyway, the importance today is the french cheese Souffle, which actually has nothing in common with the Austrian mountain sagas, but as you all know my European roots and memories intervene with each other and thinking of Souffle I dwelled in the ancient worlds of our forests and lands…
To my defence! The Souffles deflated after taking them out, they didn’t even give me 10 seconds, those naughty Souffles!
What do you imagine or remember at the thought of souffle or while indulging a warm cheese fluff?
Here my recent Impressions from my homeland… I thought you would like to see the absolute contrast to Goa!
Told you we have snow left!
Our Garden Tulips
Neighbor cat modeling in our garden
Our fields… there used to be lots of trees at the borders. All are gone…
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