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Schnitzel & Bread

I actually got quite lucky, cooking-wise, when I moved to Austria.  See I’m from the South. The deep south. The cornbread and collard greens south. We do food two ways, boil it to death or fry it to a crisp.

 

And in Austria, they do the same thing, boil and fry. So even if the food is different, it was somewhat easier to find my way around things.

The national dish is pretty much Schnitzel, which, in preparation struck me as very much like making chicken friend steak. With chicken fried steak, you either use this tool thing that breaks up the connective tissue and makes it thin so that it cooks fast.. Or you pound the crap out of it, usually with the side of a plate, to break up the connective tissue and make it thin so that it cooks fast.

Then you salt it and dredge it in seasoned flour, then  seasoned eggs, then  seasoned flour again and fry it up in oil till it’s crispy. Oh Lord! I’m making myself hungry just thinking about it.

And schnitzel is done the very same way, pounded flat and breaded and fried. But in Austria, it’s slightly different. It’s pork, to begin with. (I do not do veal, veal has absolutely no flavor) and I have a hammer thingie to pound it with,  then salt it and  flour it and egg it and then coat it with bread crumbs, seasoned on every level, and fry it up.

I have found out that the bread crumbs matterr. It HAS to be Semmelbrösel, which are bread crumbs from a Semmel, which is a kind of roll similar to a kaiser roll. A bit dense and only slightly chewy. They are dried and roasted and they are the absolute secret to the taste of schnitzel.

I’ve tried to make schnitzel with various other bread crumbs and Peter will say it’s good, but it doesn’t taste like it should.

They have unbelievably delicious breads in Austria, in every shade from white to deep, dark brown. And they are all incredibly delicious.  Just wow.

It’s embarassing to admit this though. As much as I love Austrian bread for smearing and butter and jam and such, for sandwiches, I can’t leave the American behind. I buy the tacky American Supersoft sliced bread in the plastic package at the grocery store.

It’s horrible, I know. But a grilled cheese or a BLT doesn’t taste right to me, when it’s made with a bread that has texture.  Now, a ham and Gouda sandwich on a semmel, that is perfect. That is my picnic food.

But I was noticing that. american bread foods, hamburger buns, hotdog buns, rolls and such, the “national” favorites, the ones you eat at Thanksgivinng, are soft and textureless. Maybe it’s a southern thing. I know for a fact we have VERY diferent foods down south. My daughter visited Boston as a teenager for about 5 days and she was visibly thinner when I picked her up at the airport. The first words out of her mouth were “Get me a cheese burger please!”

She just could not adjust to the differences. So maybe up north the breads and rolls have more texture. My only exprience with Rye bread in the US was the one you get roast beef on at Arby’s. And  it did not have texture or the deep, almost black color and complex flavor of the Rye bread I have had in Austria.

To eat bread, just as bread, I would pick the Austrian breads anytime. They are so much more than what I ever thought bread could be. But to me sandwich bread is a vessel for what is inside of it and should not compete for flavor. Isn’t that strange? It’s such a silly opinion, even to hear myself say it. But it’s mine and it’s tested.

Wherever you are, try out sandwiches in other breads than you usually use and see what you think. You may change your mind or you may decide, like me, that you like sandwiches on only  a certain type of bread, but it will be a delicious experiment.

Pizza

When Peter is in the US, he likes to order Pizza Hut and more specifically, stuffed crust pizza from Pizza hut. And I was certainly always happy to go along with that idea.

He never told me how very different pizza is in Austria. Oh he may have mentioned that it was different, but he never walloped me on the head with a moldy tennis shoe and screamed in my face how very, very different it is. I think he should have.

They put CORN on their pizza here! Seriously! Why?! Why Austrian people?!

Apparently, they were of the opinion that Americans put corn on their pizza, so they did too. And by the time anyone actually had pizza in the US and realized that it does NOT come with corn,  it was already an established practice here.

At least that is my attempt to make some sense out of it.

We have a pizza place that we order from occasionally. I am always stuck with having to order the pizza. I could be on my deathbed and wanting pizza as a last meal and Peter will say, “Make the call. It’s good practice for your German.”

Once, a few years ago, they must’ve had someone new answering the phone, who was not accustomed to my particular American accented German. See, Käse is cheese, and Maiz is corn. And they both have a long A sound. I think you can imagine what happened when I ordered mine with extra cheese.

I opened my box and found all of this corn sparkling up at me rather smugly (the hate is mutual it seems) and my heart sank. I don’t mind admitting, as a grown woman, that I burst into tears. I had paid for it. I would have to eat it.

But Superman flew in with his bad ass Austrian self and got on the actual phone and called the pizza place. ( I know. I know. ) and informed them that his wife is American and she will NOT eat a pizza with corn on it, especially when she had ordered extra cheese and not extra corn.

I have to say though, so that no one gets the ugly surprise that I did, they DO NOT slice your pizza for you.  Really Austrian pizza industry? Really?  Ja woll silly Amerikan frau!  Ja woll!

Peter says that they will slice your pizza if you ask them, but as a person who’s hands work and who owns silverware that includes a knife, I would be embarrassed as all get out, to ask another adult to cut my pizza for me.

I had never thought about it before, I was just used to pizza appearing, corn-less and crust stuffed, and cut into manageable slices. Could you imagine what would happen if all of the pizza places in the US stopped slicing your pizza for you? It’s kind of interesting to think about, isn’t it?

Lessons Learned

When I moved to Austria, some of the very first German words I learned were foods and cooking terms. I had to cook. I had to feed us. It doesn’t really get more basic than that

Everything was so different. Grocery shopping felt like watching a favorite movie in German. I knew what the point was, (duh) but finding what I needed to put together was an adventure. There were, surprisingly, a bit more than a few foods with names that were the same or similar, like milk (milch), butter, pasta, oregano, Bolognese, pizza (shudder CORN). And a few that were figure-out-able. Basilikum (basil), Rosemarin (rosemary), Thymian (thyme), zucker (sugar), bohnen (beans), that sort of thing.

But if you are a non German speaker and I asked you to tell me what Zimt is, or Saurrahm, Schlagobers, or Schinken, Muskatnuss, Paradiser, Erdapfel (or Kartoffel in German german), Zitronen, or Käse, would you know that it is cinnamon, sour cream, heavy cream, ham, nutmeg, tomato, potato, lemon and cheese?

I can’t even fathom what it must be like for someone moving to the US and having to navigate our massive grocery stores and strange foods and food names. I can understand why people tend to cook their own foods when they move to a new country, but I think in a lot of ways you are keeping yourself separate, not fully allowing yourself to experience the life in your new country.

I have a friend who has a friend from the US, who has lived here for a few years. She gets monthly packages of American foods from her family, and she visits home often and brings back suitcases full of food. I can certainly appreciate the intent, there are many foods that I miss that are just not available here (grape jelly y’all), and if I had the means, I’m sure I would arrange to get a lot of American foods sent to me. But some things can just be made and so many people never, ever realize it.

When I moved here, seven years ago, I was thrilled to find salsa and BBQ sauce and corn chips and thought I would at least be able to snack easily.Peter warned me that it would not taste like what I expected, but I thought, this is such simple stuff, how could it possibly not taste right?

But the salsa tasted like a bad BBQ sauce (sauce!) and the BBQ sauce tasted like ketchup, and the corn chips did not taste like any corn chips I had ever even smelled, Yuck!

First big lesson learned.

Another thing I never expected, the food culture is different. More pork is eaten here than anything else, and pork is really cheap. Beef is quite expensive here, but they don’t really have masses of cows here. They have masses of pigs. And the pigs here are not raised to be lean, like ours are. The pork here is very tasty. But I had to learn how to cook it

The only pork I cooked at home was pork shoulder. It was cheap and very easy to cook and a big pan of pulled pork in BBQ sauce would feed my teenaged son for almost a whole weekend.

What is really surprising, then and now, is how expensive chicken is here. Seriously! But I think chickens have a much better and more expensive life here, so I don’t complain.

No one in my family here likes to eat chicken. I love chicken, I think more than any other meat. Between the fact that I would be cooking it only for myself and how expensive it is, I don’t really buy it unless I can talk Peter into eating it. Which is about five times a year, if I’m lucky.

My first Thanksgiving here, I made the full spread for Peter’s friends. They were incredibly sweet and polite, but it was very obvious that every item was strange to them, and not in a good way. I was kind of spoiled with Peter, he had been eating American and Canadian foods for many years, so it was within his normal. Surprisingly, only then did it really hit me that the food that was normal to me, was not normal to everyone else in the world, or even everyone else in my world.

I have slowly introduced some of my foods to my friends and family here, and some find things they like and some don’t. But honestly, my absolute greatest discovery is Austrian, Austro/Hungarian and Bavarian food.

Its been only recently that I have realized quite how much my tastes and my cooking has changed. I make a LOT more Austrian foods now, and my tastes are changing. Even Peter notices that I am eating and liking things that I hated just a few years earlier. But I will never, ever, ever, eat pizza with corn on it.

Words

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