Food-Roaming in Four Countries

Maybe you were wondering what happened to the tango-dancing boxer cooking delicious meals ? No word to be found from me for weeks. Well, I have been traveling, and since I love food, I have been roaming the countries I was visiting for delicious tastes.

Here is my short report for you. My German food highlight was a “Kalbsschnitzel”, fried veal with potatoes, eaten in a small outside restaurant in Frankfurt. Very delicious. Also I cannot leave out the great amounts of salami and cheeses that were consumed by me during my 10-day stay in good old Germany. And I haven’t even began to speak about the German bread and the cheesecake….

My second food highlight was of Swiss nature – an 8 ounce bar of Lindt milk chocolate with a contents of 45% whole hazelnuts, in the Zurich airport in Switzerland.

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As this chocolate is my favorite I had to buy it and managed to eat the entire 8 ounces all by my self on the flight from Zurich to Toronto. Even the fact that the woman in the seat to my right had sunken onto my tray in front of my chest for a deep and restful sleep did not disrupt my enjoyment. Since a good rest is important I let her sleep and continued with the chocolate bar.

The only memory I have of the Toronto airport where I landed after the transatlantic flight, were the computer screens I was starring at for a long time in order to find my name so I could make it through immigration. Otherwise, absolutely nothing. No memory. Maybe I found myself in a time warp outside of time and space. Or maybe, I had fallen into a chocolate induced food coma and therefore no memory, very possible. So I do not have a single Canadian food experience for you. Sorry.

Further-on I went to Boulder. And here, friends of mine had prepared a simple, wholesome, dinner. The legendary quinoa salad with lots of garlic, cilantro and cherry tomatoes that got talked about a lot afterwards. Also brown rice was served, with gomasio, roasted sunflower seeds, and green salad. Nothing else was needed. How wonderful to eat food that got prepared with care and attention. I felt completely fed by it and was grateful for the simplicity of it, especially after traveling for a long time. Tasting food in different places and restaurants is great, but at some point I usually start to long for clean and simple food, eaten in the sanctuary of good company.


Mouthguard Needed


I ordered a mouthguard last week. For anybody who is seriously boxing this is probably not a big deal as it is simply a piece of protection gear that is needed to keep yourself from punches against the jaw. I learned that it is the punches against the jaw that can easily knock you out because the nerves from the jaw go straight to the brain. This made me a tiny bit nervous ordering it, but committed to boxing, I went ahead…

I picked up the mouthguard from the mail on my way to my boxing lesson the other day. Then I sat in the car and tried to put it into my mouth. It looked like a monstrous device designed for aliens. Then, when I had finally successfully placed the black plastic thing where it is supposed to go I looked into the back mirror. My cheeks were strangely puffed up with a black airfilter between my teeth. I couldn’t help myself from thinking, “what did I get myself into with this?” When I  started drooling without control while people walked by left and right next to the car, my only thought was, “how am I supposed to carry this and box at the same time?”

I promise I will not use it in the kitchen during cooking, as it probably will prevent me from tasting the food. I will also not bring it with me for tango dancing as it might not contribute to great intimacy with my dancing partner, since I resemble a Star-trek character from an undiscovered planet when I wear it. But, I promise I keep you updated on how I will put it to use in the boxing ring.

Cooking, Dancing, Boxing – The Outfits

Let’s talk about outfits for a moment. Since I started boxing I hear the same question over and over. “What about your outfit in boxing? What are you wearing?”

This important question needs to be addressed and since I box, cook and dance, you will read about all three.


The first thing I do when I come into the kitchen to prepare food is to put on an apron. It needs to be fresh and clean. Then I feel prepared to handle the food with respect and attention – and to basically handle anything else that comes my way! (Even though it reminds me a little bit of my grandmother from Germany who used to wear her apron all day around the house, calling it her “kitchen skirt”…)

There is an eclectic selection of aprons in the kitchen cabinet: a pink Russian apron that resembles a cloth handkerchief on strings, a star wars apron, an apron with a running moose and an apron with mice making a birthday cake. I prefer the classic model, simple, one color, and big enough to do its job of protecting me from oncoming splashes of all kinds.



It is so much about the shoes! Before I started dancing tango I never wore a pair of shoes with heels higher than 1/2 inch. After I tried on my first pair of good tango shoes I was lost forever to the average height of a 3.75 inch high heel. If I my life wasn’t demanding other things, I would be seen in these super high heels most of the time. But, heels on dirt roads or in the kitchen can be a bit dangerous…

Here is my favorite pair of tango shoes. They are made from purple fur. Yes, you read correctly. And the fact that the shoes are loosing their fur is not because of seasonal change, (like cats and dogs losing their winter fur). It is because of extreme use during tango dances, called “Milongas”.

Tango shoes 1

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These are my new gloves and hand wraps. I am staying away from wearing super short tank tops at this point as they only work if your abbs are hard as steel…


I am also not wearing shiny boxer shorts or extra boxing shoes. It is all very basic and all I care about is making it through my training tomorrow morning. No perfect shoe will help me with that!

“Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee” – Muhammad Ali


In some ways I am a late bloomer. Most people probably started following Muhammad Ali in the 60’s or 70’s, watching his fights, reading his books, listening to him speak. Well, I am just barely approaching the boxing world (by working up to the goal of not completely collapsing after 70 punches into the heavy bag) and I am discovering Muhammad Ali!

These days you find me in the kitchen dancing back and forth between stove and counter, mumbling to myself, “Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee!!” as I am moving potatoes in big quantities in the oven and frying sausages on the griddle. Yes, I did write a vegetarian cookbook, and yes, all I want to eat are sausages right now due to my intense boxing workouts! We just never know where life takes us…