|Kirschmagroonli, Gilgen, Basel|
The problem with winter in Basel is that it is just gray. The sky is gray. No white stuff slows us down. No seasonal excuses to get us to work late. Trains have this maddening habit of being punctual here as they speed past gray fields, gray trees and gray grass. Everywhere you look you see concrete, gray headed old ladies, gray newspapers, the gray sidewalk, gray streets, I could really go for some pink or orange or red. It was five degrees (centigrade) today. We do not suffer from the cold. We suffer from a color. Yesterday I saw a woman with a dashing long red coat on, I was so excited by this apparition, like light at the end of a really long tunnel, that I ran up to tackle her in a bear hug. Luckily she is a friend of mine.
There may be a reason they painted the sky gray here and it's not the chemical industry's chimneys. That is if you haven't thought of anything more creative to do with your mate than using him or her as a hot water bottle on winter nights, here is my answer to the illness: Kirschmagroonli. I'm eating one now as I write this post. See the dark brown chocolate enveloping the pure white cream with just a hint of Kirsch? I bet you can almost feel the crunchy but slightly chewy macaroon underneath. Sorry to you who are on the beach in January and sorry to you who decided to do your P.h.D on Winter (in Minnesota). You can only get Kirschmagroonli at Gilgen in Basel.
If you are not planning a trip to this neck of Gray anytime soon, try putting on some bright red lipstick and chucking the hot water bottle. I hear that works in other countries, too.
Yours, biting down softly this time,