New York Philadelphia Cheesecake

I’m a freestyle chef. The kitchen is my open stage, and my recipes are nothing but the key for culinary jazz impro. There are people – and maybe I read or heard that somewhere, maybe it was a meme or some actual person told me – who say that baking, in comparison to cooking, is much more strict and can be compared to potion lessons in Harry Potter. Well then, call me the Halfblood Prince because guess what? I don’t give a damn here either. Since recently, I hadn’t even owned kitchen scales. So overrated. The ratio is what it’s all about. And most cakes need a bit of adjustment, you know, for that extra extra hint of flavour. Cheesecake recipe? Add a bit of rum or advocaat. Just as an example. And most recipes could do with half of the sugar.

However, for the New York Philadelphia Cheesecake I followed strictly the Original Philadelphia homepage orders. Why? It was a friend’s birthday, and since he’s not only from the States but more precisely from Philadelphia, it was the most obvious dish to go for. Here we go!

Ingredients

150 g shortbread biscuits (I generally use 2/3 Leibnis Original Butterkekse and 1/3 Leibniz Vollkorn, but I love to vary the base. Try speculoos, meringue, whatever. Jazz it up!!)
75 g butter
4 pck. Philadelphia Doppelrahmstufe à 175 g
150 g sugar (I recommend Domino’s Light Brown Sugar, but regular sugar works, too)
1 tbsp lemon zest
4 eggs
150 g cream
2 tbsp vanilla custard powder
250 g sour cream
30 g icing sugar

Directions

Pre-crumble the biscuits into a freezer bag, zip it up and roll over it with a rolling pin until they are super crumbly. Or, if you’re mad at someone, pretend its them and hit it. Melt the butter in a water bath and stir in the crumbles. Take a round greased baking tin and pour the crumbly mixture on it, slightly pressing and kneading it till you have some sort of firm base. Chill in the fridge till later.

Hot tub for the gute deutsche Markenbutter!
Leibniz Butterkekse, pre-crumble
Mhmhmhmh, melted butter, you golden, delicious taste intensifer!

Preheat the oven to 160° C (circulating air). Mix Philadelphia cheese with sugar and lemon zest and afterwards, whisk the eggs in, too.

Whip cream and custard powder to a well, whipped cream, and carefully fold it over into the Philadelphia cream. Pour the whole thing over the crumble base and spread it evenly. Bake in the lower part of the oven for 45min, then take it out and let it cool down for 10min. Don’t switch off the oven yet!

Whip sour cream and icing sugar together and pour it over the cake, then bake for another 10min. Now switch off the oven – but leave the cake in there for another 1h!!!

Afterwards, let it completely cool off and then chill in the fridge for at least 4h.

So easy and so tasty, I can’t believe I never made that before.

Best compliment of the evening? When the two Americans told me not only does it look and smell like a real New York Cheesecake, it more importantly also tastes like it. Bless them!

New York Philadelphia Cheesecake. Yum!

So there you go – try it and enjoy a piece of the Big Apple wherever you are.

The Benefits of Running

In February 2018, after a 2-day workshop on time management, I decided to manage my time by taking time for myself, self care, as they call it – and do something I’d benefit from both physically and psychologically: I went running. Once a week, every Friday. DJ laughed at me and made the – spoiler – false (!) prognosis I wouldn’t even manage to keep it up for 3 months. And so I did, not only to prove him wrong but because I loved it. Now, you should know that running and I used to be arch-enemies. How many marathons and what-not did my mum and brother run back in the old days, always trying to get me to join, too. Nope. No way. Tried it several times, and it felt like torture every single time.

What was different this time? I’m not sure. Maybe because I started it for a different reason. Not because someone told me I should. Not because I wanted to loose weight (I did though and the kilos just melted away). I ran like Forrest Gump after Jenny had left. For no particular reason, at least none I would have understood back then, but also to get outside, to run all things troubling me off and leave them behind and to start my day freshened-up and boosted by adrenaline. Running can help you deal with stuff. You just get into motion, let your body find its pace. Maybe you listen to a podcast, maybe some music, maybe nothing at all. I can’t do podcasts cause my mind goes elsewhere but I do love my guilty pleasure running list. Your mind starts to unravel while you are mainly focused on breathing, on taking the next step, on keeping up your pace. On not stepping on any slugs on a rainy day if you happen to have a slug-o-phobia (editor’s note: not the medical term). Emotions become energy. The more concerns in your life, the faster you run. The sensation of pushing your body to its limits, to near physical exhaustion, transforms your worries into strength and boosts your mind and metabolism. You don’t just shed those nasty extra kilos, you shed all that emotional baggage, too. You don’t overthink your problems consciously, it just happens as a side-effect and has saved me from going insane so many times by now. And you shed that nasty alcohol mist after a night of heavy drinking. Trust me, it works! It has cured many of my hangovers.

Pro-tips from a desperate runner:

If you’re mad at someone, you run faster.
If you cry while running, you run faster.
If you’re hungover and sleep-deprived, you run faster.

Where should you run?

I have two favourite running tracks. One is down Platz der alten Synagoge, over Kronenbrücke and through Wiehre up to Günterstal, with a little detour to Waldhaus on my way back. The other one just goes down the Dreisam cycle path until Lehen or on good days even a bit further. The former has the benefit that it’s all downhill afterwards, the latter quite the opposite but then you catch more morning sunshine and it’s more natural outdoor and less frequented by traffic. Lots of friends prefer to go up the Schlossberg but I’m not much of a real uphill runner. If I feel like it, I like to get up Lorettoberg. But me dragging my lazy ass up an actual hill is a rare sight to behold and not a pretty one, either.

Track 1 – Innenstadt, Kronenbrücke, Wiehre to Günterstal and back
Track 2 – Innenstadt, Stühlinger, Dreisam towards Lehen and back
One of the rare occasions of me running uphill (Dolomites, August 2018) #boyfriendsofinstagram

Equipment:

The best thing about running is – you don’t need anything super fancy or special. I’m aware that there are people who need to get a perfect running ensemble from head to toe first and install the latest running app/fitbit/whatever. But that’s all extra. Just put on whatever clothes your sports rack has to offer. Personally, I prefer short sleeves to long sleeves and likewise shorts to sports leggings, even in winter. But that depends on what you feel comfortable in. What you should invest in, though, is a decent pair of running shoes. I found mine at a clearance sale and I am super happy with them:

adidas Damen Supernova Glide 8 GFX

From once a week I quickly went up to two or three times a week, mostly alternating between the aformer mentioned tracks. To start the day outside like that, absorbing the early morning atmosphere when it’s still foggy and gloomy and you feel the first beams of sunlight on your face is amazing. Nowadays, if I don’t go running at least once a week, I miss it. I need it. You feel better afterwards. Much, much better. Running is therapy.

So now  put on your running shoes, get out, and hop off, little bunnies!

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Bella Italia

Italia – the land of pasta, vino e tiramisu; of sole mio e la dolce vita. And where I spent most of August 2018. Needless to say, wherever you are in Italy, it is beautiful. At least, wherever I have been so far. Castagneto Carducci, Cecina, San Gimignano, Volterra, Pisa, Napoli, Sorrento and Pompeji for instance have already been on my traveller’s log throughout my life.

This summer, I decided to go south and explore Amalfi Coast, and then back up till Lago di Caldonazzo, and eventually visiting Roma, la città eterna, and, to the east from there, Frosinone.

Four completely different areas, all beautiful in their own ways. And some of those beauties I will share, occasionally. This is a promise.

Until then: ciao, bella italia, o bella ciao ciao ciao with a nostalgia photo sneak peak.

Xx

View from Ravello towards to Tyrrhenian Sea, 08/2018.

More or Less, Potter!

Dee made me join the Pottermore universe after I introduced her to the Potterless podcast, so we introduced each other to more or less the same if you pardon the pun (and there are gonna be lots of puns to be pardoned and now you’ve been warned).  I started straight off with getting sorted into my designated Hogwarts House which is – drumroll – RAVENCLAW!

Intelligent, wise, sharp, witty, individual? Yeah, definitely me. All of that. 100 %. And humble. Did I mention humble?

And now excuse me, I’m off to my Ravenclaw Tower to solve some riddles!

The greatest accomplishment in human history

Well, one of them. The odd one out.

Last night, I attended a rooftop party in sunny Freiburg. While enjoying quite a few refreshing Hugos and slowly progressing from slightly tipsy to properly drunk, I was engaged in a stimulating conversation that quickly turned from trash talk to existential topics, culminating in the question what I’d redeem the five greatest accomplishments in human history.
So the pressure was on. I needed to come up with something clever, witty, smart. Not too profane but not too random, either. I’m proud to say that I did not embarass myself. After I had covered the deep and vast topics that cover basically everything (language, music, food), it was about time to get more into specifics.

Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present: the hammock, zu Deutsch Hängematte.

Why? Because it is the epitome of relaxation, holidays, summer and the good simple life. I know for sure, I have one. It’s up on my balcony and just seeing it makes me immediately feel so much more relaxed. Lying in there, softly swinging in the wind, you simply feel in harmony with life, the universe and everything. The broomie (=short for best roomate ever with whom I also share some kind of bromance if I was a guy and if he wasn’t gay and if those terms really mattered somehow) and I love to meet up on my balcony in the evening, lie opposite each other, our legs stretched out, snack some pretzels, drink some wine and tell us about our days or just relax and appreciate.

No matter how stressful work, life, people are – two seconds in and you’re at peace. Something humanity has always been looking for. Ergo: greatest acclompishment.

And here is the beauty I call my own: