Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Let's take it slow

My philosophy, let's call it the right philosophy, on eating can be summed up in one word. Authenticity.

Real food, locally sourced, harvested with the seasons, with nothing added or subtracted to make it saltier or sweeter, seedless or skinless, lower in fat or higher in something else.

Ingredients that taste like the thing it is, rather than foamed or deconstructed and reconstructed into something that bears no relation to its original form, however dazzling such sorcery might be.

Treating food simply, without undue over-complication or trying to be too clever and letting nature's brilliance shine through with just as little human intervention as necessary - THAT is what makes me salivate.

Nowadays they call this the slow food movement and we're all taking to it as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Which, of course, it is.

Dalmatian food is nothing if not authentic. These are the meals that made me swoon (and balloon).

Konoba Roki's, Plisko Polje, Vis Island


What a special place. You place your order on the phone earlier in the day when you book a table, and their courtesy van will deliver you to their konoba-slash-vineyard-slash-olive orchard, with its own cricket pitch, located on a former WWII airstrip. Massive contradictions, but it works.

You'll then wander through the open-air grill where your peka has been slow-cooking all afternoon to a magical al fresco dining area. There, you'll indulge in a light entree of tuna proscuitto (yup, dried tuna, and its delicious!), with shavings of a local hard cheese similar to pecorino and sweet baby tomatoes tossed through the house-pressed olive oil.

OK, now for your cultural immersion class. A peka is a domed clay or metal pot, which you fill with meats and vegetables, cover and then place on an open hearth and cover with hot coals. Its a bit like a weber barbeque, in reverse. You can sort-of see it behind the gent in this picture. Concentrating the flavours and aromas under the lid of the peka together with the smoke created from the hot coals gives the resulting dish a really special and unique taste.


We had the most impossibly tender, tastiest, slow-cooked lamb with cabbage, potato, onion, garlic and carrot flavoured with rosemary and sage, and similarly soft tentacles of giant octopus with tomato risotto. Nothing fussy, not even very pretty, but unbelievably satisfying. And there is something about sharing food from a single dish that brings people together and creates a really relaxed atmosphere - and it is a proven fact that food is tastier when you are happy and relaxed.



While you're there it would be an absolute sin not to try the Plavac Mali and Bugava wine from Roki's winery. The family who own Roki's have been making wine for 100 years and are much celebrated in Croatia (and, now, Australia). Leave room for some of their delicious sticky made from Prošek grapes - its actually very light and more like a sherry. I could sleep through a tempest after a glass of this.


Konoba Menego, Groda, Hvar Town


The vibe of the place is pretty well summed up by the owner, Dinko, who gently explained that we were in his ancestral home, they do things traditionally here and so:- "No rice, no pizza, no pasta, no coke. Now, do you want red or white or both?"

My kinda man. Platters of Croatian tapas, as they call it, soon follow. Fresh anchovies in olive oil. Local cheeses, including a feta-like goat cheese and hard cheeses from sheep's milk. Preserved meats (smoked pork neck to die for! smoked ham, bacon 'dried by wind and smoke', proscuitto) and vegetarian antipasti joined by baskets and baskets of fresh corn bread, a speciality in Dalmatia. Cooked green bean salad. We're also treated to 'the chef's special', a casserole of barley, zucchini, tomato and smoked bacon which is making me salivate just thinking about it (and notwithstanding it is 9am).


Totally uncomplicated and unpretentious, yet you couldn't possibly replicate this meal at home, unless you are in the habit of smoking the flesh of the pig in your backyard that has been reared on organic feed, because everything around you is what we think of as organic, or baking corn bread daily, as your family has done for hundreds of years.

Dinko will also convince you to try the drunk figs which are allegedly an ancient aphrodisiac. All I'll say is, I can see how someone might say that.

Quite apart from the drunk figs, the interiors will charm the pants off you. The restaurant is really a series of bunker-like rooms which used to be Dinko's grandpa's wine cellar, and everything from the chairs to the tables is made from a local white stone (limestone?) or wood, candles provide most of the light, supplemented by lightbulbs covered in wicker baskets. There's antique fishing paraphernalia like wooden oars, nets, anchors and crab pots everywhere and grape vines covering the walls. Charming, much?


Restaurant Bilo Idro, Sveta Nedjelja, Hvar Island






They probably could have served me gruel and I'd have been pleased because this restaurant is so stunningly beautiful. The location is quite impossible, basically partially submerged in the sea, with a wine cellar located underground (or is that underwater?), with a submarine window view, in a quiet marina. The circular dining room has a soaring ceiling and enormous windows out to the sea with light that radiates off the white stone and gives you the feeling you're floating in a really big stone castle. Sea-legs don't help. Quite surreal. And the bamboo furniture and rattan ceiling fans. Well, thats just genius.



Anyway the food's not half-bad either as you can see. A bit slow coming, but as it turns out, thats because they have a live sea pool where they collect the seafood from. Of course, why else?


And the wines. Vina Plenković is arguably the best winery in Croatia. The Zlatan Otok white is quite special and perfect for anything-de-mare on the menu. They describe it as abundant with the aromas of dried flowers, herbs and spices. Well, if you say so, but I found it to be dry, light, clean and fresh on the palate. It leaves you with the feeling that you were very, very parched and you've just gulped down a glass of refreshing rainwater. So, quite dangerous then.

Misc. ors.

Its not all fancy-shmancy in Cro. In fact, its possible to eat very well for very little.


I made this pantry-cleaning tuna risotto for our last lunch on Tryphosa. Over the week, I foraged for (ie saw growing around the place and nicked) red chillis, bay leaves, rosemary and sage which I tossed through arborio rice, white onion, garlic, fresh tomatoes and tomato paste with canned tuna, lemon rind and some leftover chopped spicy sausage similar to chorizo. I just warmed through all of the above except the tuna (which was added just a bit before serving) in a large pot with olive oil, added a few cups of chicken stock and threw it in the oven to bake while we sailed on a port tack to a swimming spot on šolta. And it was probably the best risotto I've ever cooked. This is a good thing and a bad thing because now I'm convinced that urban foraging is the key. And really, its sort of theft. My vegie patch is your vegie patch, no?


Croatian pastries are another reliable cheap eat. My favourite is the burek, flaky pastries filled with stewed fruit (sour cherry or apple), soft, sweet ricotta-like cheese, minced meat or a green leaf similar to spinach. Extremely moreish, see above re swooning and ballooning.


And you've just not been to Croatia until you've had Ćevapčići, also called Ćevapi. This is basically a very sophistimicated sausage sizzle. Flavoured skinless sausages, raw onion, pita bread, and you're wasting your time unless you give it a good dose of ajvar, a spicy capsicum sauce similar to harissa. Sorry I don't know why this picture is so large but...is it making you excited? Good!

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Ready or not, here I come


People don't really understand why anyone would go to Romania on holiday, none more so than Romanians themselves. Most Europeans think you're mad and say things like 'oh yes they are part of the EU, but they are not really European, I cannot understand why anyone would go there' or, my favourite, 'Yes of course Romania is part of the EU. [That is why] unfortunately all the gypsies come to Denmark'.

Its like they think if people just don't go there, it'll be almost as if Romania doesn't exist. Or at least not as part of the EU.

But for entertainment value and 'what the...' moments, Romania cannot be beaten. Thanks for the laughs.



The woman above is off for a bit of threshing. All summer every family will thresh to build big bale mountains of feed for their horses, donkeys, pigs and other animals to survive on in the winter. They do this in the countryside and the cities. Its quite the sight.


Then occasionally they'll cart the hay bales back to town. Even if that involves taking a single horse and cart down an expressway of cars travelling at average speeds of 120kms/hr. They don't call it horsepower for nothing, obviously.



Ready for the highway


Anti-monopoly, a family favourite


Why not re-tile while you're up there?

An open letter to Romania

Dear Romania,

Thank-you very much for your hospitality - your people have been warm and inviting, your towns and countryside uniquely beautiful and on the whole you have been a very interesting and rewarding place to visit. But you have been a bit shit too, in the following ways.

Tourists have moneys. Some tourists have moneys in the form of 'kesh' but more frequently, they have moneys in the form of 'kredit karts' eg Mastercard, Visa, AMEX. Tourists cannot spend their moneys if you do not accept kredit karts, or if your kredit kart machines are broken all the time.

Tourists want to see stuff. In order to see stuff, they need signs to direct them where to go.


This is the Romanian Parliament building. It is the world's second largest building after the Pentagon and the country was almost bankrupted in order to build it. Thus it is a fine example of the grandiose madness of Romania's former Communist dictator, Ceauşescu. It required the destruction of most of the historic district of Bucharest, and is so uselessly large that staffers use rollerblades to get around. So you see, it is a fairly interesting place to go and see if you are a tourist in Bucharest. But there are no signs showing you how to get there. Thankfully, nice Romanians who speak very good English are happy to point you in the right direction. Every 100 metres.

Romania, when tourists find the stuff they want to see, they want to take photos and they want the photos to be pretty.


This is a beautifully preserved, UNESCO protected medieval citadel in picturesque Biertan. But you can't take a proper photo of it for all the cables. Romania, its great that you have electricity and cable tv and the interweb, but it would be better if they were not so conspicuous, especially around sites of national significance.


This is the base of huge, glacial Lake Bâlea in the Făgăraş Mountains, of which I have written before, and where all of Romania's rubbish seemingly collects. Time for a Clean-up Romania Day I think.



Thursday, August 5, 2010

Dead men walking - fangtastic Transylvania

If one was to say 'Romania', most people would think 'Dracula'.

I was no different.

But there's a lot more to Romania than Dracula. In fact, there's a lot more to Transylvania, where the fictional Dracula's castle is located, than Dracula.

But it is what it is. We went, we saw, we took pictures. Here they are. And for completeness, I didn't find any real vamps, certainly none that looked like Alexander Skarsgård aka Eric from Trueblood, but if they do exist then I would totally be a fangbanger.

Dracula's 'real castle' in southern Wallachia where Vlad Tepes, the inspiration for the character Dracula, used to eat steak while watching his enemies being impaled, or so the legend goes.These days, Poienari isn't so much a castle as the ruins of a fortress at the top of a mountain, but it has spectacular views and you can pretty much do what you want up there as there's no security. I brought these vamp teeth all the way from 'Shtraya and glad I am too, no-one was selling this stuff at the site. If only I had known, I could have made a killing on the day. Everybody wanted a pair.

Do ya think we're sexy vamps, huh, do ya?



What about now, with our mingin' thong tans?!? This is us sitting on the fortress walls, or what remains of them. They built walls good in the 15th century, evidenced by the fact that I'm here to tell the tale.





This here is the fake Dracula's castle in Bran. Its 'fake' because there is no evidence Bram Stoker ever came here. It is one of the biggest tourist traps I have ever visited and obscenely expensive in an otherwise cheap country, and hence a complete let-down. This is the only photograph I could be bothered posting.
This is Peleş Castle, one of the most famous in Transylvania. It was the first palace in Europe to have central heating, hot water, an elevator and a central vacuum system. It was inhabited by the Romanian royal family until the Communists seized power in the late 40s, but unlike so many beautiful old buildings in Romania, it somehow escaped the Soviet treatment, thank-God.



No trip to Transylvania is complete without a stop in Sighișoara, an extremely well-preserved and beautiful medieval city where you can have a meal in a restaurant where Vlad Tepeș aka Vlad the Impaler used to live, while surfing the interweb via free wifi. Get the white bean and smoked ham soup in a bread loaf - its amaaaaaaazing.

We got a bit lucky and arrived in town just as the annual medieval festival was revving up. Its pretty self-explanatory, everyone indulges their inner Braveheart/Maid Marion fantasies for a few days. Oddly, it seems to attract all the goths in Europe too. Some of them even look kind-of hot, in this their pretend natural environment.


View of the countryside close to Sighișoara from the citadel at Biertan. A nice little day trip with a beautiful Saxon church.

On the road


Although the day started with a touch of red terror - total power failure in our hotel and a breakfast buffet consisting of stale white bread and cold coffee - it ended on a natural high as we climbed the 1480 stairs to the 'real' Dracula's castle (Poienari) and drove the serpentine Transfăgărăşan Road through the Fagaras Mountains, inhabited only by grazing sheep, their shepherds, the odd wild donkey and some cute stray dogs.

The 30-odd kilometre road, inaccessible for most of the year when it is covered in snow and ice, weaves through thick pine forests, passing waterfalls and glacial lakes. In summer its a popular camping spot and if only I'd known this before, I would have pitched for a night or two as it is unbelievably gorgeous and isolated. I know that is entirely unfaithful to my glampacking manifesto, but there's an exception to every rule. Truly, this is one of the highlights of my entire trip. The road itself has to be seen to be believed - think Daytona, only with lots of potholes, cyclists with adeathwish, the odd horse & cart, livestock, wild donkeys and stray dogs

I couldn't cull these photos down, sorry.

Kudos to Alex, for her driving skills on this beast of a road. Schumacher got nuttin on her.






This is Vlad, our team mascot. He also assists with navigation, and sometimes functions as a footrest.

A shepherd with his flock. Its hard to make out but in this picture he's actually sitting down having a yarn on his mobile phone. He let us take his picture for a couple of smoko, lucky we had some. I suspect it was as strange for him to come across a couple of Australianis on an ordinary day at the office as it was for us to come across a shepherd on a mobile in a remote corner of Romania.
Evil, evil globalisation.