Wednesday, August 19, 2015

#SundayNightBaking: White Wine Cupcakes with Raspberry Cream Cheese Icing

Here is the recipe first before I spend 4 and a half pages talking about my 4 year old's dance recital this past weekend and my dog's explosive diarrhea.

Cupcakes

Large Bowl
2 3/4 Cup all-purpose flour
3 tsp baking powder

Medium Bowl
225g butter, softened
1 1/2 Cup sugar
1 tsp salt
3/4 Cup Sweet white wine
6 egg whites, whipped to solid white foam

Icing

400g icing sugar
125g butter
250g cream cheese
half cup raspberry reduction
           1 cup raspberries
           1/4 cup water
           2 tbsp lemon juice
2 tsp Sweet White Wine
*note - this recipe is halved from the one I actually made, I made way too much and now I have a pickle jar full of icing sitting in my fridge.




I have to give credit to the gals at www.wearenotmartha.com for the recipe, (their post is here: http://www.wearenotmartha.com/2011/02/white-wine-cupcakes) I switched it up a bit towards the end but I appreciate their to-the-point recipe writing that's so hard to find on pinterest. There are in fact recipes burried in their 2000 word essays on renovating the guest bathroom. 
 I had just gotten a really great bottle of Hungarian wine that was just a bit too strong for me to drink on it's own from a friend, so I figured if I was going to defile the wine by making it a schorle I might as well put it into cupcakes for my weekly bake-a-thon. 




Hungarian words

I have gotten into the habit of baking Sunday nights and then pawning off the results to my husband's team at work on Monday mornings. It makes their Mondays a little less Monday-y and makes me a little more not morbidly obese. I get to satisfy my end-of-week idle hands, they get to further their delicious journey to diabetes. Win-win.

WINECAKES

First step, combine the dry and wet ingredients in separate bowls. I do not own a mixer nor the patience to sift or add ingredients slowly so I basically threw them in and attacked them with a wooden spoon. It all worked out so, just make sure it's thoroughly mixed in the end and you're good.



One for you, two for me



Pre-egg batter pro photography

 For the wet ingredients, make sure you have separated 6 egg whites and then whip them up. You can separate them with some kind of device, crack the shell and pass the yolk back and forth into either half, or do what I do and pour it into your hand, straining the whites through your fingers so that you hold the entire baby chicken embryo in your palm and feel like a god. I have saved all my yolks in a jar for another recipe that I will post about later. Wash your hands first though ya nasty.

Bluuuugh accept your fate unfertilized bird cells

Next, whip up the yolks. The original recipe called for a stand mixer and whipping them until "soft peaks form". I wasn't sure what that was but after googling I determined that I'd never be able to whip that long and fast with my puny human stamina so I just whipped them by hand until they looked like beer foam which I feel is a way more realistic description than "soft peaks".


close enough


Mix your wet ingredients into the dry ingredients and take a whisk to it ensuring that the batter is smooth, and looks like a thick pancake batter.


thoroughly mixed batter. Photo not artistic enough.


Oooh yeah sexy close-up batter


These cupcakes get SUPER fluffy because of the egg white base, so only fill the cupcakes about 3/4 of the way. (two tablespoons per cup for me). Bake at 350 for 12-18 minutes, or until a toothpick comes out clean.

ICING!

I wish my icing came out fluffier but I have learned that I grossly underestimate my powdered sugar measurements and that I should spring for an electric mixer if I really ever want to get that light fluffy icing, but I don't have one yet so I'll just have to deal. So if you want fluffy, add more powdered sugar and whip the shit out of it with a mechanical whipping device.

First reduce the raspberries. 1/4 cup of water per 1 cup of raspberries. I used frozen. Reduce to a third on medium heat and add half a lemon's worth of lemon juice or 2 tablespoons. You can also add wine to this part of the recipe however the alcohol will evaporate from the wine and in that case what's the point.


These are frozen raspberries in a small pot


Extreme closeup of reduction. Actually a little gross.


Add that to the butter and the icing sugar, then add as much wine as you want. Add more sugar for thicker/fluffier icing. I have a huge food processor that isn't technically a mixer for baking but it contained an attachment that was for mashing potatoes so I just used that. 


Ooh shiny


I'm very organized



Pull em out, ice em' up, et voila. Winey raspberry cupcakes. You can also add the raspberry reduction to the batter, and the icing can be used in lots of other ways. Cupcakes, cake filling, scones, or pouring it on your head.

Enjoy!


The staggering difference in sizes is due to my estimation on how full the cups should be.
The riiiise!







Saturday, August 15, 2015

Going Full-Expat

via twitter @digitalgumshoe


Never go full expat.

Except it's unavoidable! If you truly love living abroad. (fuck)

There comes a point where the novelty of being in a foreign land sponging up the culture, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed to all experiences, even the negative, wears off completely. Every expat comes to a time in their expatriate life where the most minor infractions in day to day life make them reminisce about the simplicity of living the way they've knowingly given up; being able to understand every word on every sign, and not having to think about the words coming out of their mouth, or think about which item they need to weigh themselves at the grocery store. It's a point where we go from being: An expat! A world traveler! A nomad!
To: a foreigner. A long term, tax-paying, metro-commuting deer-in-headlights-lookin' foreigner. AKA Going Full-Expat.

It's been about 2 and a half years since I moved to Poland, and almost 4 since I left Canada. And a whole year since I last posted, since I was swept up in my no-money-having apathetic full-expat-going life. While I remain excited about travelling and seeing new places and meeting new people, the majority of my time is spent, get this, being a normal person in a city that has to work and grocery shop and do normal person things, which after a while becomes mundane and predictable. And in a place where you are a foreigner, rather than An Expat! it's not as exciting. So my excitement for every new experience has turned to more or less dread that I have to go outside and attempt to be a functioning human. Do I still like Warsaw? Of course! Do I hate being a foreigner? Of COURSE. Do I accept my fate as being a weirdo because I chose to live in an Eastern European country? Yes. Oh wait no, sorry, I mean Central Europe. Don't tell anyone I said east. (I love you.)


I love that I live in Europe, and I still want to continue living in Europe. But wouldn't it be cool if I didn't have to edit down the sentences I want to say in my head to strangers to as little characters as possible like I'm posting to Twitter? Wouldn't it be swell if after I apologized for not understanding their language, the person I am speaking to did not simply speak louder and slower? Oh thank you, the decibel level has triggered a secret learning cortex in my brain that lay dormant until exactly this moment, THANK YOU.  When we go full expat we earn the right to vent a little, to complain a little, and in our darkest hours, embrace tiny flicks of racism that flare up and then immediately go dark after being overcome with shame. (You asshole, why would you even travel if you're going to be such a racist dick? You don't DESERVE to travel. You make me sick.) You'd be absolutely right to think, well, if people don't want to feel this way then why travel at all? The answer to that is, it's unavoidable to feel these things sometimes when you've been an expat for so long, so you just have to learn to accept the good with the bad and not let it make you a permanent bitter asshole (just a temporary one).  We accept that we will never live somewhere long enough to completely learn the language and assimilate and therefore spend our whole duration of residence being that awkward foreigner. We accept that we will always cause confusion for locals, "why do they live here if they aren't trying to live here permanently and learn the language?" (You don't have to understand sir, but you do have to move your bag off the seat so I can sit down.) Because the great things about working and living abroad grossly outweigh the negative side effects of going full-expat.

When long-term expats get together we all find common ground in our various gripes about the very thing we all specifically chose to get ourselves into, and only have ourselves to blame for. But it still feels great to do it, and we need to, because day to day expat life in a country that is hard to assimilate to can become taxing, and we need to bitch about it in order to keep ourselves from exploding. We tend to go back and forth with complaining about the country and complimenting it to not sound like complete xenophobia assholes, making sure that every time we say anything negative to anyone we back it up with a compliment, which are really just thinly-veiled complaints because we are all terrible people on the inside.

In Warsaw it depends on where you go, whether you are a weirdo or not. University campuses you can be praised for simply existing. Polish students seem eager to share their history and super excited that you've chosen their city to live in, and want to smash all the cool shit about their culture and what their country has done in your face like a first-time mom on facebook. But it's also not totally uncommon for some people to be downright rude to you because you're not Polish. Disregard your opinions because you're not from here, and be unwilling to accept criticism from or treat you fairly as a foreigner. Those people suck, we try very hard to stay away from them but sometimes they are the police, and sometimes you've stepped on some grass you apparently weren't supposed to step on.

The effects of going full-expat can be experienced by a brief trip back to wherever you are from or similar country where your language is spoken. I spent a couple days in Toronto a few months ago for a business trip, and it didn't quite compute until the second day. First of all, holy SHIT are Canadians unnecessarily friendly. Like wow, we are friendly. We are the weird ones in the world okay? There are lots of friendly nations in Europe, Italy comes to mind, but wow Canada, the stereotype is 100% real. Small talk at the register? I just can't do it anymore. I have no idea how to have small talk, I don't even know how to respond to "how are you?". The poor cashier at Canadian Tire where I went to buy my power converter must have thought I was such a dick, I didn't even make eye contact with her, because my ingrained response to people I don't know is to not look or speak or respond to them in any way and be away from them as soon as humanly possible so I don't have to stumble through the "Sorry don't speak ___" tango.

You don't truly understand the luxury of being able to speak without thinking about it until you've been gone for so long. When you are used to speaking with people in English who don't speak it very well, or the flipside, you are used to speaking like a caveman in another language, you sort of forget how to speak your own language fluently. Suddenly you can't remember words, you catch yourself over-simplifying to English native speakers, or the best one, when you can only think of non-English words for the words you want to say. (What is the word for Wäscheständer again?)
Walking around Toronto for 48 hours was the best Vacation I'd ever had. I heard all the subway service announcements, asked strangers for directions and help with the ticket vendor, the vendor gladly explained the service policies to me and which ticket I needed, people told me to have a great day after I bought a coffee, and not one single person brushed against me or touched me physically. The mental weight of thinking hard about what I had to say next was lifted. Then I got on a plane back to Warsaw and the people next to me literally leaned over me  to take pictures out the window at NOTHING on the red-eye flight the entire time. I could tell them to stop, but I couldn't explain why... the dream was over.

Being a foreigner means you get to live the life of someone that makes all your friends back home jealous. The people who think Europe is a fantasy land that only exists for people to backpack through on their year off after high school. The people who say, "oh my god, you moved to Europe? how?" (Uh, on an airplane?) It makes you look like the kind of person who's some high-powered jet-setting celebrity despite actually being the kind of person who carries notes with sentences on them to practice over and over all the way to post office, only to give up when they have to say them in person and then just end up showing the paper to the teller. Or the kind of person that flips out when they hear someone in public speaking your language like when a dog sees another dog.

We all truly love living abroad, if we didn't, we wouldn't, and the best thing about going full-expat is that you truly appreciate where you came from, and the struggles of all people trying to make it work in another country.
So I'll gladly accept looking like an idiot for not being able to explain myself in awkward situations, and literally turning around and running away from people who don't understand my profuse apologies that I do not want to sign up for their store credit card, in exchange for being able to see the world and grow my appreciation for my home country. If anything, being away from Canada has made me love it more, just...not more than not living there.






Saturday, January 18, 2014

Poland: The Treasures


It's completely true that Warsaw doesn't offer travelers much that can't be found in more generally appealing European cities, and there really is a big difference in cultures that many optimistic Polish youth tend to ignore, these are all facts that I thought were worth mentioning from the point of view of someone native to a very different world and has travelled a bit.  Now, when I say much, I mean that Warsaw has a few things that western Europe definitely does not have, besides the historical presence in the city. I think it's really okay to have foreigner rage once in a while, but honestly, there are a lot of reasons why I think Warsaw is a really fucking cool city.

1. Bars and Cafes can be really fuckin' weird.

Warsaw is a city that is packed with bars, nightclubs and restaurants of all types and themes that are normally nestled in alleyways and courtyards. The further east you travel in the city, the weirder it gets. W Oparach Absurdu (in the fumes of the absurd) is a noteworthy one, decorated like a 1970's polish grandmother's dream.

Photo Via Yelp



Many of the bars and cafes you can find it warsaw have embraced the unique stalinesque buildings or even some pre-war architecture and use it to enhance the atmosphere of their establishment. Many times basement bunkers have been turned into nightclubs, along with places like Club 70 where a brick detachment to an old church which now stands in ruins has been turned into a 1970's discotek.


image club70.pl


But the best part of Warsaw and the thing that I will miss the most when I leave, is Pawilony. I have to write a blog post just about this wonderful place.
The Secret Garden. A maze of hole-in-the-wall clubs with cheap drinks, couches, basements, and crude wall art. All with their unique themes, including 1 with a communist pub decor where you can order a traditional vodka and cucumber shot with pickled herring (wow) and 1 with dildos in place of bar taps. Pawilony is magical. It's also the only place in the city where you can open carry liquor, from bar to bar freely, since all the bars are in such proximity the police turn a blind eye.

natemat.pl


But you can't go to the club until you've met up with your friends at a local cafe/bar, where you can grab a snack and a few beers. Beers between 7-10 pln, then when 11:00 or 12:00 rolls around, you make your way to the club. On the way, duck into any alley along the street on which you are travelling, shot bars big enough to fit a dinner-table sized bar and 5 standing people will offer shots of vodka for 1 zloty each. that's 25 euro cents.

Once you're done with your shots, head to the club, pay the entrance fee if there is one, and if you think it's too high, see if you can talk the doorman down because you and your friends promise to buy a ton of drinks inside. Enjoy partying until 6am.  On average I spend about 70 pln every time I go out, never more than 100. THAT'S 25 EUROS OKAY? It's not surprise that Warsaw, Krakow, Budapest and Prague are some of the top party destinations for Europeans.

2. Restaurants
So bars and clubs aren't your thing but everyone has to eat right? What do you want? Japanese, German, french, Italian, middle eastern, american? You can get all that here. Seemingly the reason is that especially for western business owners, it's rather inexpensive in Poland to open a business compared to other countries. I'd like to especially mention two American food places that are top notch, Beef n' Roll, which began as a food truck that exploded in success after parking in the CD Projekt Red parking lot during their lunch hours, and then soon opened a store front on the busiest street in Warsaw:
image streetfoodpolska.pl


 and The Pink Flamingo 1950's style diner/american car rental. 


image pinkflamingo.pl


Get a burger or eggs benedict and a milk shake, then rent a muscle car for the day. The first and only place in Warsaw where you can.

3. Transit
GOOD LORD THE TRANSIT SYSTEM. OH MY GOD.
I can't contain myself. First of all, driving in Europe for me as a North American is fucking terrifying. Now picture driving in a congested city where most drivers are only focused on where they need to go with zero patience in the slightest,  (it's fucking shocking how many idiots get bulldozed by trams because they try to race over the tracks into traffic before it comes around) with a driving style that makes me wonder if they use mario kart on Polish driving tests. (Which, is one of the hardest and most complicated driving tests in europe, and now I know why, because I don't see crashes between cars very often, just dummies on train tracks.)

The Polish transit system in theory is outstanding. Busses, tram system, and metro line, all cooperate in a way where you're rarely stranded and can always find some way home. Though it;s nowhere near as extensive as some other metro cities, it's detailed in the places where people need to go, instead of the entire city. IT is also fairly simple, with just 2 zones and 2 types of paper tickets to buy. Warsaw also uses a clever smartphone app that's free to anyone with an android phone and can be used to calculate the quickest, most direct, or most convenient route to one's disabilities/special needs (bikes, strollers, etc) from your location. There is also an extensive night bus system, if you're leaving in the middle of the night you won't have to wait longer than a half an hour for a bus home. The ticket inspector policies however are insane, so if there's a broken machine on your bus/tram and you think, oh well, that's not my fault, you're wrong. It is. Get off the vehicle and find a ticket somehow, unless you want a fine.

4. The cost of living and abundance of fully furnished apartments
It's low. The cost of living is super low. Food is cheap, bus pass is cheap, rent is cheap. Comparatively, your wage is less if you work here, but it's still wonderfully cheap. Need a new washer/dryer?  100 euros or less. Need to take your pets to the vet for a checkup? 15 euros. Need to go to the doctor but don't have insurance? Get ready for this:

You can go to one of the private medical centers, enel med, medicover, luxmed etc, and BUY A PUNCH PASS FOR DOCTOR'S VISITS.

600 zloty, (150ish euros) 5 visits to the doctor. any doctor. ANY DOCTOR. WAT. In a place where your basic coverage allows you to see perpetually irritated robots posing as doctors who have a blase attitude towards using anesthetic for stitches, paying a bit for a punch pass that allows you to see a multitude of doctors in the same building is a pretty cool idea. 
Going to the hospital is a whole separate monster that should be avoided, same with the dentist, but if you need a doctor for anything that doesn't require a hospital visit, you simply go to any of these institutes' website, search for a doctor to suit your needs, including ones who speak english/german/russian, and you can make your appointments online. Then they will text you with a reminder of your appointment the day before, in english and polish.  This is a great example of a super advanced part of society next to a rather old fashioned one, hospitals and dentists are hit and miss in terms of cooperation and comfortable atmosphere (for example, sedation dentists or dentists for stress patients do not exist) but general care centers are pretty great. Though if you need anything specialist or specific, spring for a private doctor.

Apartments! Apartment hunting is a giant pain in the ass because they get rented SO FAST, I've been called on my way to a viewing to say it's cancelled because someone has taken it, 3 different times. ugh! But the quality of apartments for price is just wonderful. Almost all apartments are owned privately and rented out by the landlord, sometimes they will hire agencies to rent it for them in which case you pay a commission to the renter. Not a problem. The agency handles your paperwork, shows you the place, provides the lease, and are professional and friendly despite often having offices in buildings that look like soviet prisons, but whatever. Rent for a one bedroom (two room) apartment is around 550 euros plus internet/electricity, so about 575 euros or 600. comission for the agency is normally half rent, and damage deposit is normally one months rent. The best part? Apartments are normally 100% furnished! appliances, washers, couches/beds whatever, and if they don't have everything you need the landlord will often offer to purchase one if you need it, to use for the time you are there. Also, there are very few places that do not allow pets, and there is no "pet" damage deposit either. Despite hunting for an apartment being annoying, getting an apartment was a very pleasant experience.

5. "i know a guy for that."
I love how you can always "find a guy" for things you need instead of going through official businesses/agencies, like if you need movers for relocating, a plumber, need to install a shelf/build furniture, or a ride. There just always seems to be a "guy" for things. When you go to ikea, there are these dudes that just hang outside of the loading bay that you can approach to transport your goods. Sure it sounds dodgey, but lots of things in Poland seem dodgey, but they aren't! These are just genuine people that don't want to rip you off, just want to make some extra money. I've used a "guy" for car service, because a taxi was too expensive to drive outside of the city. We saved almost 100pln because a friend of mine called "a guy" to drive us to our destination, he was incredibly nice and no one was murdered. This is something that is part of the culture in Poland, people knowing other people who can do jobs for each other, for a cheaper price than what you'd normally pay. The difference between here and wherever you are from that makes you super suspicious and hesitant of this practice, is that they won't rip you off. Now, that being said, when you need a "guy" to help you out, ask a friend, or post in a forum for a recommendation. If you google for "guys", you get the sketchy dudes who want to run away with the contents of your apartment in their truck. "Guys" are always recommended by someone you know, or recommended on an expat service like movers for example, and it's there that they recommend talking to the guys hanging outside of Ikea as a great idea.

I think Warsaw is so great. I love all the hole-in-the-wall bars and secret treasures this city seems to hold, it's just got so much character and so much life that I can't find good enough excuses to refuse exploring the nightlife every weekend. If Warsaw's atmosphere and excitement was the same everywhere in the city as it is at night in the centre, I think a lot more people would be interested in seeing the city. It's where the highest concentration of interesting venues, cheap fun and high-energy fun-loving people reside.


Sunday, January 12, 2014

2 Years in Poland

I think it's about time I write about my current overview of Warsaw having lived here for almost 2 years, since now I have a better grip on what it's like. As a North American, I never thought about what it would be like living in Poland, it's not really a country one puts on their backpacking bucket list, so I didn't have much of an opinion. All I knew is that Warsaw was a big city and there was a huge career opportunity here for the both of us, so it was a no-brainer. I  mean, I was already a weird awkward foreigner, might as well just continue on in another country. Also, I find that when you go to a new place for a little while you get quick highlights of what it's like, but if you live, work, grocery shop, pump gas and pay taxes in a place, it's quite a bit different. I don't want to sugar coat anything, just express what it's really like living here from a North American perspective.

1. Half west, half east



Europeans who have never been to Poland will tell you it's a shitty eastern European country like most eastern European countries, except for the Czech Republic because that's where Prague is and Prague is Prague (Except try not to refer to Poland as "eastern europe" to a Polish person, because it's emerging economically and it technically isn't anymore, despite it's cultural image to other europeans, and they will bite your head right off. )It's cheap, it's interesting, the architecture is cool, it's full of university students. They will ask you why, why in god's name you want to go to Poland, and tell you to skip it on your way to Budapest or Prague. North Americans who haven't been to Poland will say, "Poland? Do you mean Chicago?"

Europeans who have been to Poland will tell you to skip Warsaw and visit the seaside or Krakow, both relatively untouched by the war compared to Warsaw (that's a bit of an understatement though) and therefore much more developed both socially and physically, they also have an overall less melancholy atmosphere than Warsaw. 


The thing about Poland is it is divided down the middle between western Europe and eastern Europe in terms of social and physical growth. The appearance of the city is what you would expect from a growing independent nation both socially and economically, you've got gorgeous structures and architecture alongside quickly, cheaply, and uniformly built communist-era apartment blocks, alongside brick and concrete ruins that have either been restored enough to house low-income families, or not restored at all. 


Old apartment block in north Praga

New and old apartment buildings, Praga

Arkadia shopping center


Along with the physical divide, you've also got a social divide. Poland is dominated by it's senior generation, people directly affected by WW2. The older generation that you find in Warsaw were born in Warsaw, and have likely never left in their lives. You experience an equal amount of welcoming polish babcia hospitality and straight up xenophobia. This is one of the reasons why it's difficult to give a summary of what Warsaw is like, it's just such a solid divide, in the same day you can be looked at like a reverse mermaid on land (that would be human on the bottom and fish on the top) for telling someone you don't speak Polish when they try to speak to you, and met with, "what? why?" an answer to which you surely did not prepare in your well rehearsed repertoire of phrases loaded and ready as a foreigner. Then in the same day, you walk into a coffee shop and suddenly you're in every other busy bustling progressive awesome european capital where the baristas strike up a conversation about how much they love (whatever country you are from).

 Older generations in general tend to disapprove of change, but Poland's elders are leaders among thousands of Poles that are extremely attached to their history. As you walk around in Warsaw, you, rightfully so, see the history every where you go. Memorials, museums, and markers reminding you what happened exactly where you are standing. There are nearly monthly national holidays dedicated to the war, and most importantly, the Warsaw Uprising.




It's interesting, when asking my coworkers why the people of Warsaw seem to put so much energy and pride into remembering such a dark time in their history, they often respond with a slight annoyance to the subject. It appears that the younger generation, (as in, under 40) wish that Poland could move on, because this attachment to the past is holding back the country's social growth and preventing them from becoming as independent and strong as other western European countries. They say that Polish people are "proud" of their failures even, considering the Warsaw Uprising. They failed, but they see it as standing up for their freedom, even though they did not succeed.



Buildings dressed for Polish independence day


Polish extremists burning down a gay rights symbol in warsaw during Polish independence day

Some of millions of candles set out around the city dietaries and memorials for All Saints Day


You've got a younger generation of well educated people that are doing great things for the country, and an older generation morally disapproving of the potential, and reluctant to accept change. In the last ten years alone Warsaw has developed exponentially, hell even in the last year, and this is easiest to see in the city centers. In Warsaw you live the history every day, therefore you must dedicate a good portion of your mental state to remembering it and feeling feelings about it, anger/sadness/bitterness/pride in the country/distaste for the country, sometimes all of those at once! But remember, you can't hate on Poland, only Poles can, they've earned the right with years of shit being thrown at their faces by the rest of europe.



 A lot of Polish people who live in Warsaw tend to not like the city, or even the country. My doctor even told me to not have children in here. After telling her my husband was German, she said "have kids in germany, not in Poland." Even some Polish people I have met in my social circle ask why I would ever move here, and that i shouldn't stay for long because there are lots of other, better cities in Europe. So what am I supposed to do, Poland? Do I feel guilty for not assimilating fast enough or do I feel guilty for bringing myself here and subjecting myself to this horrible place, or amazing place that you should all be proud of, or...or...what am I supposed to feel? Where does my guilt go?!

2. Language and social dynamic

Coming from such a culturally accepting and supremely overly-friendly country made me realize i never thought about what it was like living in a place where things like being gay, having an abortion, or going back to work after having a child were looked down upon. I've been told Warsaw is the most gay-friendly city in Poland, but in my eyes, it is not gay-friendly. My social circle is, and much of the younger generation is, but in general, being gay is weird and immoral. Meeting with expat groups or couchsurfing events, suggesting to go to a favorite gay night club and being met with shocked whisperes of, "but, isn't that gay?" is something I've never encountered before. Which gives me the opportunity to explain just how awesome the LGBT scene is in Warsaw. Small and rather underground outside of the pride festival, (which shows how much better it's gotten) but lively and welcoming. With such a dedicated religious population it doesn't surprise me, but it is really odd to me. It's hard to explain, because when you surround yourself with a younger working generation in an industry like games, you don't encounter much cultural differences because everyone around you is used to being different,  and used to being in a culturally diverse environment. But as soon as you leave the office, you are in a different world. 

The farther you go out of the city center the more intense this kind of thing gets. In general I would say I encounter 80% normal people and 20% weirdos who've never seen a foreigner in the wild before.

Young people who speak English or are learning English are happy to speak to you and be as polite as you would expect, and really pleasantly surprised when you try to speak Polish to them. Which makes me feel like a damn pro for simply saying hello. They tend to realize that Polish is a really difficult language for anyone who isn't Polish and are genuinely helpful. Encountering a Polish person who does not speak English is the exact opposite. "Ew, a foreigner, why would you live in a polish country and not speak Polish." I'm not even sure they really think this, but all I can tell is from the look on their face and their simple, flat, "...oh" as a response, then walking away. It happens a lot.

As opposed to Germany or other western European nations, you should always assume that where you go, the post office, grocery store or what have you, people will not speak a word of English. That's not to say every post office or grocery store is full of non-english-speakers, but instead of assuming you can always get by, you should always assume that you won't be able to get by with english, because it's a real possibility and there is no way to guarantee, unless you are on Nowy Swiat. (The main drag.)

Another thing to note is the general cultural differences in terms of being out in public. People do not really have a personal space bubble, and the expectation of "being polite" as it would be seen in Germany or Canada or the Netherlands, (the only ones I can truly speak for) doesn't really exist. This is the ONLY topic that I can generalize for, because everyone does it. Every single person. It's really a circus to witness, especially coming from a country where we have purell canisters at the front of grocery stores so we don't have to come in contact with peoples GERMS, not even just people. Their germs. The people could be miles away and you don't even want to come in contact with their germs.

People cut you off while walking, don't wait for anyone to walk through a small area (like an aisle or a doorway) and instead squeeze past you, fully rubbing their bodies against yours to get where they need to go, and will just basically be right next to you or in your way with no regard to anyone else around them. I basically get to second base with strangers on a daily basis, and a lot of them clearly don't invest in deodorant. You take an inch of a step forward in the grocery line to make some space? The person behind you will fill it, and you will feel their breath on your neck and probably their basket pressing into your lower back. It's taken me 2 years to shake off the feeling that I am about to be mugged or attacked if someone is that close to me.
I get a really strong sense of "every man for himself" here, which makes sense if you think about a population made up of mostly people who lived through communism and in super tight quarters. Just completely no idea of what other people might think, feel, or need, just what they think, feel, or need. 

People walking around in a public space have no sense of order. No one is walking on any particular side of the aisle, or with any sense of direction. When I need to get to one side of the mall corridor to the other it's like I am in real life Frogger, and I have to actually shoulder-check before moving positions in a public space. People stop directly in front of you, and don't move over when they obviously see another person stuck behind them. People seemingly give absolutely zero fucks about other people. In a way it's liberating, in another way it's infuriating. However, that isn't entirely true. They seemingly don't care, but they really do. If an eldery woman needs help getting on the tram, several people rush to help, same with strollers, or if someone is in distress in public, people will rush to their aid. I can't tell if Poles hate each other or love each other, maybe both, but it's nice in a way.


3. Food
 There are a lot of really great dishes, like Bigos and Pirogi,  if you like a lot of animal fats, cabbage, potatoes and wheat-based dishes then Poland is the culinary revelation you have always been seeking. The food groups of Poland are starch, meat, and cabbage. Seriously. Grilled meats with a side of cabbage. Eggs on toast with a side of sauerkraut. Boiled pirogi and beef stew with a side of cabbage. "I'll take a coffee," would you like some cabbage with that?!

Personally, i love the abundance of game meat here. Mostly rabbit, but you can also find venison and bird meat like quail and pheasant as well, depending on the season. Of course regular foods are available in the supermarket, and at local farmers markets (which is mostly just people selling things they grow in their gardens on the street) but in general, "Polish" food, is considered to be less than exciting. Though if you like sausage, it's probably heaven for you. There are hundreds of types of Kielbasa and various ways to prepare them. The really awesome thing about Polish food is that when you go to a traditional Polish restaurant, the ingredients they are using are probably local. When you go to a polish supermarket, the local foods are cheapest, and when I say local, I mean farms just a few hours outside of Warsaw. I love that about Poland. I love that you can buy honey made from local farmers on street corners and in front of metro stations from little old ladies in fur coats as well as fruit and vegetables, home made soaps, and even clothing. In Canada someone would be fined for doing that.

4. Drink
Polish people know their vodka. Go to a party and each guest will have brought at least one bottle of vodka with them. Like that little stash of pot that Vancouverites have that they never bought but seems to grow every time you have a party. There is a saying that you should never bring vodka to a gathering because there will already be hundreds available. Poland is famous for Nalewka, which is alcohol made from fruit like cherries, tastes like jam, and like most things in Poland, are best when someone's grandmother makes it in her basement and sells it on the street. 

There is so much to be said about Poland, but in general these are the biggest differences I've encountered. It's extremely difficult to generalize, there is no consensus, and it's hard to come to a conclusion about how your experience is here. It's just so different from city to city, and region to region, the only concrete thing I can say about it is that it's developing culturally, night life is great, and there is a lot to discover, most of what you see on the outside is different underneath. Oh and don't visit Warsaw in the winter, holy shit, especially if you have seasonal effective disorder.

You have people who love Poland and disapprove of other cultures in their country, people who like warsaw and are very open to other cultures, then you have people who hate Poland and tell people at any opportunity to not live here and that every other country is better, and you've got people who hate poland, but also pretty much hate everything else. It's hard to generalize Poland because of this, it's still forming it's own identity, and I can sympathize. You're alright, Poland. But learn to Queue. Please.


Thursday, August 29, 2013

No-Poo Adventures Episode 2: Conditioner-Only Washing


2 months or so ago I posted about the apple cider vinegar rinse.  I now know that the rinse did what it was supposed to, but the immediate effect of it made me panic. For any of you out there that use a daily routine of smoothing cream, no-frizz products, flat ironing and so on, letting your hair air dry and sit naturally is a very difficult concept to grasp. I spent some more time in my nopoo community, and decided to ease into it a lot more slowly. My hair is fine, and prone to breakage, so going from and over-processed routine to NoPoo straight away was a bad idea for me.

Conditioner-only washing is exactly how it sounds. You use conditioner only to wash your hair in order to keep the oils in your locks that shampoo would have stripped them of completely. It is recommended to switch to a natural conditioner, at least with no silicones in it. I decided to use my own conditioner first, for two reasons: It's a huge bottle and I want to use it up, and this transition needs to be as gradual as humanly possible for my hair.

I've been using Wella for color-treated hair, and here is my 6 week process.


The beginning! My routine:
Shampoo and Condition with color-safe products
Apply Got2b smooth operator to towel-dried hair
Blow-dry with round brush
Flat Iron
Hair Spray
Daily.



This is a freshly finished, morning look of my old routine. It was after this trip to Cologne that I decided to start gradually moving in to conditioner-only washing. I'll be honest, transitioning at the beginning sucks. Like, really sucks. My hair didn't react too badly but it was a greasefest. I think it was harder for me mentally than my hair physically though, the idea of not using my flat iron was sacrilege.
I started with washing every day, but only with shampoo ever two days. Then, water only every day, and conditioner every other day.Once I successfully adjusted to washing every two days, I stopped using products and head tools completely. About 10 days of air-drying and no-styling, washing ever two days, I could start washing with conditioner only once a week.



This was taken after a conditioner wash, after going 7 days with using water only to rinse my hair in the shower.






3 weeks of conditioner-only. This was taken last week, 2 days after a wash. I find that my hair looks best 2 or 3 days after a wash.


Same day, different lighting.


This morning. 4 weeks of conditioner only. 5 weeks since I used any product. 6 weeks since I stopped using my flat iron and hair dryer.

It's early.

My routine now is simple, I wash with conditioner once a week, wrap my hair in an old t-shirt for about 25 minutes, or simply leave the house with my hair wet. Something I was never confident enough to do before. I used to obsess about my hair looking okay and being sprayed and molded perfectly for me to be comfortable with it, but not anymore. It's liberating, actually. I am planning to learn how to use products to style my hair again once I have fully transitioned to no-poo, and no-poo for me means, whatever method of no-poo works best for my hair. This could be:

Shampoo bars
Baking soda to wash and ACV to rinse method.
Silicone, Paraben, and SLS-free Conditioner-Only washing
Lemon juice and white vinegar method
Water-only.

The full transition will take some time for me, but I think next week I will give baking soda and ACV method a shot.



Thursday, August 8, 2013

Top 15 Tidbits About Germany

It’s been a while since I’ve made a post because there’s been a lot going on the last month or so, as I am preparing to move again, this time to another country. August 17th I’ll be making a 12 hour trip across Germany and into Poland, where hopefully we can settle for a few years in the city of Warsaw.

When Niko got the job he wanted in Warsaw, we were excited and nervous at the same time. First of all, Warsaw had never been an option in my mind to move, not that there is anything wrong with Poland, it’s just when you are growing up as a North American you basically see the major cities of western europe as “Europe” which include: London, Berlin, Paris, Barcelona, and Rome, but not Warsaw. So after we found out we’d be moving there it required a lot of research on our part, which I’d like to cover in a blog post once I actually live there and can compare the differences.

For now as a farewell to Germany I’d like to write about the things that stuck out the most to me, that are most different from Canada. Most of them are positive,  all vastly different from North American life, and they are all worth mentioning for anyone wanting to visit or live in Germany in the future.

1.       Taxes are included in all prices
a.       As a Canadian that is all too familiar with bringing an extra ten dollars to buy a case of beer, having all the prices included in every single price on anything was a huge plus. It is hands down my favorite thing about Europe.
2.       Refrigerators for hobbits
a.       Seriously refrigerators are tiny here. In fact, a lot of things are tiny here, which is refreshing and nice in some areas, and frustrating in others. Germans typically shop a few times a week, the reason for this is both the smaller storage space for perishable food and the fact that most of the food you would find in supermarkets is local and with minimal preservatives. The bread you buy from the bakeries will go bad in a few days, and unless you eat all your meals from a can you are bound to find mold on something that’s been in your fridge for longer than a week.  What I like about this is that it encourages a better perspective on what one actually needs in terms of groceries. How much you actually eat, how much you actually need to buy and so on. Living in Germany has given me a lot of practice in buying things that I need rather than buying things I want.
3.       Atmosphere of Leisure
a.       A few things fall under this category. The overall feeling of most European countries is leisure. Germans have an excellent work/leisure balance that makes them known for their love of vacationing. You ever notice that there are a lot of Germans in tourist spots? Even more than Americans, they are seriously everywhere. Included in this would be that nothing has a sense of urgency. People take their time in restaurants, where the servers only come to your table if you flag them down and don’t try to make conversation with you, they simply bring you what you order. They want you to stay for a long time rather than wanting constant turnover, which is why it’s difficult to find coffee to-go.  A downside to this ideal is that, when you really need to get shit done and you’re on the go, there isn’t much to accommodate you. Stores will open late and close early, and often close for lunch, including restaurants. You read that right, restaurants close for lunch.  In addition to this, German people tend to mind their own business. No one ever really makes eye contact let alone small talk, which is the exact opposite of Canada. Honestly, Its kind of nice sometimes to know that people on the street, not even people giving out free samples or trying to hand out flyers or sell you something in the marketplace will bother you. Germany is a safe haven for the socially awkward.
4.       Health Care
a.       German health care kicks serious ass. Canadian health care is great, but it has nothing on Germany. Free everything. Excellent doctors that pay attention to your needs and help you make decisions about your own health, really working with you. This paragraph is short because I can’t even explain how fucking amazing German health care is.
5.       Women-only parking spaces
a.       This is something that seemed like a no brainer when I discovered it, even though I was also surprised it existed. I find that happens a lot over here. The little things that surprise you here are the best I think. There are parking spots specifically for single women only that are brightly lit and located at the exit of buildings, specifically to provide safety. This sounds awesome, but I can’t help but think that it would cause an uproar being introduced in Canada. Claims that it’s sexist, unnecessary, and basically everything else about North American culture that makes everyone afraid of offending someone which quite frankly  Europeans don’t give a shit about, and I like that.

They are so cute

6.       Autobahn rest stops
a.       In Canada there are few rest stops on highways for safety issues, which means if you get a flat, or if you need to rest, you have to wait potentially hours before you can find a place to pull over and do what you need to do. Why? This is considered suspicious activity or could possibly mean someone is in danger. This is very Canadian. Enforcing rules and restrictions based on things that could possibly happen to someone that would prompt outrage in the press and probably a lawsuit, so they have to provide pain in the ass restrictions that help no one. There are dozens of rest stops every few kilometres on the Autobahn, which is greatly appreciated.

7.       Cigarette vending machines
a.       This is one of the small things I was talking about that don’t exist in Canada because think of the children. You go to a vending machine, scan your ID, get your cigarettes. Sure, you could use someone else’s ID, but who cares. The idea of trusting your citizens to make their own decisions about cigarettes and alcohol seems a lot more effective than banning everything and making smokers go through TSA checkpoints every time they need another pack. The legal age to smoke in Germany is age 16, and tons of people smoke, but it’s a cultural thing brought in during WWII and hasn’t left yet. It also doesn’t seem to affect the overall active lifestyle in Germany and while cigarettes might be less popular than they were in the 40’s, there isn’t a social stigma attached to smokers like there is in Canada.


8.       Seasonal groceries
a.       This is both a pro and a con. Pro, the food is local, less pesticides and generally better quality. Seasonal food tastes way better than non seasonal.  The con is that, sometimes I can’t find what I want anywhere and if I want strawberries in the fall well then fuck me.

9.       No highway tolls
a.       This doesn’t seem like a big thing for Canadians but compared to the rest of Europe, I greatly appreciate it. France has, oh, I don’t know, 9 billion high way toll stations and don’t eveng et me started on Switzerland. It’s insane, and it occurs in most western European countries. Not Germany though! (And the roads are well taken care of, btw. I’m looking at you France.)
10.   Ruins and castles open for anyone
a.       Something that would either be cautioned off because someone could be stupid and fall off something or they could cook meth in it, or citizens would be charged their left nut for can be freely explored by people in Germany. There are many historical sites that take advantage of the tourism but I have yet to visit a cathedral or historical site in Germany that the entrance fee cost more than 5 euros.
11.   Beer, Food, Drink
a.       How can I not talk about the food and drink. Great food. Great ice cream. Great coffee. Oh my god. All of those romantic comedies taking place in Europe do not lie about how good the food and drink is. Now, I’m not a beer connoisseur nor do I drink a lot of it, but I can tell you that the amount of beer one gets when ordering a beer is incredible. Beer is cheaper than water (which you have to pay for in a restaurant, no free water or non-stop pop).  It’s cheap, it’s delicious, you can buy it in grocery stores along with other groceries, it’s amazing. The beer culture in Germany is one of my favorite parts about the culture. You can walk around freely and drink your beer in public where in Canada you would have it confiscated and dumped out on the sidewalk, probably also fined because, wait for it, think of the children.


Average festival food


Eiskaffee, coffee with ice cream in it


spaghetti eis. German ice cream in the shape of spaghetti. Made fresh.



12.   Festivals
a.       Germany loves festivals. International festivals, chocolate festivals, beer festivals, seasonal fruit festivals,  tons of festivals. My favorite is tied between the Christmas markets and the wine festivals. Wine festivals are great because you buy it by the glass, put a deposit on your glass (so if you break it you buy it) and then just hang around the festival, be social, and get sloshed. Trying all the different wines in the region is excited, especially during New Wine or Gluehwein festivals. New wine is young wine that is strong but tastes like apple juice. Gluehwein is a Christmas wine that is mixed with spices and served hot, with or without hot cherries in it.  They are always rampant during the Christmas market, which are huge markets beautifully decorated with lights, live music, merchants of all types and tons of different kinds of food, pastries, and christmasey treats.





13.   Pay toilets
a.       If you stop at a gas station you have to pay to use the toilet. The money goes into the upkeep of the bathroom but seriously, it’s such a pain in the ass to constantly forget you need to bring 50 cents to use the loo.

14.   Sunday: Government-ordered “Relax Day”
a.       This happens all over Germany though less and less the more northern you get. South Germany where I live now is a very catholic region which means the city, minus a few restaurants, completely shuts down on Sundays. The government orders you to relax on Sundays, no matter what you need to get done. For this reason, Saturday is errand-running day which makes the city a crowded pit of hordes of people rushing around to get shit done because they have no time during the week since shops usually close right after the work day is over, mixed with people who don’t have to work during the week and are leisurely strolling about the city center and slowing you down. I refuse to shop on Saturdays. Plain refuse. Think of the children.

15. Apartments don't come with kitchens.
THAT'S RIGHT. Out of all the great things about Germany, this one is just plain maddening. Not only do you have to go through a rental agent who's only job is to arrange an appointment with the landlord for you and then charge you 1500 EUROS for it, but you have to purchase and install your own entire kitchen, and pay 3 months rent as a damage deposit. What the actual fuck. To add to the weirdness? How do they cart their kitchens around from place to place when very little (probably less than 1 percent) owns any kind of truck? Seriously. Living in Germany is not expensive, but moving sure as hell is.


There are lots of things I love about Germany and though this list is in no particular order, it’s all the things that stick out in my mind. I’m sure Poland will be full of quirks as well, but I’ll miss Germany. Good thing I’m only 5 hours away in Warsaw.