Slime against time

2020 – ask any gardener – has been the year of the killer slugs! As if global warming didn’t exist, they used the slightly increased humidity with respect to the past years to explode in numbers. And attack. Everything. From dahlias, to veggies. Simply collecting and, ahem, recycling them each day soon turned out to be a task worthy of Sisyphos. The race “slime against time” thus commenced and by the time the ultimate weapon of slug-destruction (German: Schneckenkorn) was brought forth, the battle was almost lost. The surviving plants did what they could, but green tomatoes were the result and theme of the season. Fortunately the kitchen does not despair in view of them:

Trio vom grünen Paradiesapferl: pickles, Scharf und frittierte in Einkorn-Pannade.

P.S.: Hedgy, the local hedgehog, although being a fearless hog, has by the way proven utterly useless in the fight against slugs, otherwise said to be a hog’s primary meal. This however might have to do with the fact that … it’s a spoiled hog who has grown used to feasting on dry cat food (flavours chicken, tuna, turkey, …) rather than the destroyers of garden flora! So remember: who puts out cat food should at the same time get some Schneckenkorn.

This hog is fearless. Cats have to wait their turn at the bowl! The job of the hog (eating slugs) thus has to be outsourced to iron-phosphor compounds (cat- and hog-save of course).

Vorsicht, scharf !

And if the spice mélange is right, it’ll make you dance:

Auf der langen und tränenreichen Reise, die die Suche nicht nur nach dem Holy Grail sondern insbesondere nach der optimalen Schärfe darstellt, kam mir Ayan‘s Rezept für rotes “Schug” (das “s” und das “ch” werden getrennt ausgesprochen) gerade recht! Ich habe ihre Rezeptur von 500g auf 250g Chilis/Jalapeños (in diesem Fall Pfefferonis) reduziert, bei gleicher Menge (2 Bund) Koriander, jedoch, gegeben die Ausbeute von eineinhalb Gläschen hätte man das halbe Kilo ruhig verarbeiten können! Beim Öffnen des Deckels meines Mixers musste ich jedenfalls husten, was ein gutes Zeichen ist 🙂

Even the japanese boys on the wallpaper can sense the power of the “schug”! Hai!


Look at the flowers … and smile:

Dahlias: Teesbrook Audrey, Mary Evelyn, Sunshine, Star Wars and Pulp Fiction.

Mein erster Versuch mit (leider nicht winterharten) Dahlien führte erst zu blühenden Erfolgen nachdem die Töpfe erst von der Wiese auf die Terrasse flüchteten, dann von der Terrasse auf einen Holztisch und schließlich und endlich mit einem “ring of slugs-death”, vulgo Schneckenkorn, vor den ständigen Fraßattacken der 2020er-Nacktschneckenplage geschützt wurden. Die Blüten kamen daher spät und zaghaft, eine von fünf Pflanzen müht sich noch in der Oktoberkälte ihre erste Blüte zu öffnen, aber die Hummeln waren trotzdem sehr zufrieden und erkoren die Blüten mitunter auch als Schlafplatz im Sommer, um beim Frühstück die ersten am Nektar zu sein, der offensichtlich mundete!

Good morning, my little bumbles! Breakfast is ready! In fact you’re sitting on it … 🙂

Ruby Slippers everywhere

We all known the magic Ruby Slippers which transport Dorothy – who’s been ignorant of their magic powers while wearing them for the better part of her journey – back home at the end of “Wizard of Oz”:

The iconic magic Ruby Slippers.

A bit less known might be “The Red Shoes” of Hans Christian Andersen’s 1845 fable of that title, who bear their wearer – not home, but to their doom – ingeniously amalgamed into a ballet-themed movie by Powell & Pressburger in 1948:

The Red Shoes (1948). Magic, surreal, lethal!

Movie-makers of today: watch and learn, is all I can say.

The pope on the other hand (foot!) does not wear Prada, the pope wears Christ:

Papal fashion.

In yet another inspiring analysis on, the question of how one of the oldest technologies of humankind acts as a symbolic foundation for human identity and has both enabled us to explore otherwise unattainable terrain as well as distanced and estranged us from earthly contact (“down to Earth”?) is discussed.

Personally, I prefer a fluffy approach to the ruby slippers. The home office movement has opened the possibility to a “fuck it” attitude towards work day fashion, for example like so:

Home office fashion (hot shit of Neukölln).

“Ruby” felt slippers by Lieberfilz, Berlin, socks by Red Wing Shoes, lounge pants by unknown korean designer, sweater by Kapital, Japan.

Put on those red fluffy slippers and dance the blues! (long time no see)

Category “hands” has to be read “feet/legs” this time!


Die kühleren Temperaturen sind zurück, die Zahlen steigen … Zeit für den Bücherherbst und den passenden Quarantini, part II!

I’m not sure if I want to recommend the half-litre take away version during a London cab ride, but I definitely do ask you to use aged r(h)um … it simply is more better, especially for autumn – think: color of fading japanese maple leaves!

The Colebrooke Row 69 recipe is a shining light in times of darkness. And I’d like to quote the grand master here, although only half-way in context: “Drink three to five of these slowly.” À la votre!

It doesn’t matter if you drink it in Havana, London or Tokyo, but I recommend aged rhum.

Honi soit qui mal y pense!