Weird things Austrians… eat… Meat Salad

wurst salad

Look, I know it’s not weird to have meat in salad. Ceasar salad, for example… yum! Thai beef salad… delicious! But still… there’s something about the Austrian ‘Wurst Salad’ that doesn’t sit the same with me. Maybe because it’s so meat heavy? Or the fact that the meat in it feels like cut up bits of dodgy deli meat. Which it kind of is… but also kind of isn’t… because I’ve found that Austrian sausage is generally a little bit more substantial than dodgy deli meat.

So here’s how you make it. You take your sausage and cut it into thin strips… mix it with onion, pickles, capsicum and of course… cheese! Add a tangy vinegar dressing and there you have it… meat salad.

Do I like it? Hmm… it’s ok. It’s certainly not offensive. So, if you get a chance to try it, definitely give it a go!

Dad’s Diet

jeans

If you read my last post, you’ll know that even 18 months post-partum, I was still holding onto that annoying baby weight. So, before I threw in the towel and bought a brand new wardrobe, I figured I’d give my body a chance… a chance to remember the weight it had always been, and slim down if that’s what it wanted.

But I didn’t want to do something too restrictive, because I enjoy Aperol and chips. That’s when I remembered my Dad telling me about an eating plan he tried. Which is why I call this Dad’s Diet. It’s kind of the 5:2 diet, but with flair from my Dad. And the great thing is, it’s simple.

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I’m losing it… or am I?

Safety Beach, Australia

I’ve always been a fit, reasonably healthy person. And I’ve got good genes and habits to thank for a lot of it. I’ve never really needed to diet apart from the few times I’ve undertaken the Keto diet. So going into pregnancy it never really occurred to me that it would be difficult to shift kilos after it all ended. And despite the fact that I’m an older mum, it didn’t stop everybody from saying that of course I would bounce right back.

Women who have had babies know better. They know that carrying and birthing a child can mean changes to your body that never return to the way they were. Your rib cage and hips, for example, increase and often just stay that way (because… like… it’s pretty hard to move bones). In fact, your feet can go up a size, so it just shows what an impact pregnancy has on the body.

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German Lessons – part 2 – oh screw this!

german confused

I’ve already mentioned that as part of my maternity leave I am also studying German. And in the beginning, everything was going well. The course takes me through all levels from A1-C1, and since I’d previously completed up to B1, and lived here for ten years, I figured it would a simple matter of focusing on the two upper levels and breezing through. I would be a pro in a year, I thought stupidly, like all the other times I thought improving my German would be easy.

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A mummy friend

mummy friend

If there is one piece of advice I could give other expecting mothers, it would be this: FIND YOURSELF A MUMMY FRIEND!

It’s lovely to have a supportive husband, supportive family, and supportive friends, especially those who already have children and can relate to your challenges.

But there is absolutely nothing like someone who is going through the exact same thing as you at the exact same time.

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Australia with an 18-month old – part 3 – Australia

beach australia

In the thick of it, it honestly felt like everything that could have gone wrong did. If I’d known how hard it was going to be going into it I probably wouldn’t have done it.

But it had been almost two years since I’d visited Oz. I’d had a kid in the meantime. And last winter almost killed me (or at least threw me into a deep hole of depression that a holiday to Australia probably could have fixed).

So, we went for it. We endured the flight, the jet lag, the covid, the weather, the constant moving around with a toddler, the terrible sleeping from said toddler. And then we faced getting back on the aeroplane and doing it all again.

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Australia with an 18-month old – part 2 – the flight

airport with toddler

I’d read a lot of stories online of people who travelled with kids. And there was one general consensus. The difficult age is between 1 and 3. Before one, kids are more flexible, sleep a lot, and their bodies don’t react as much to things like jet lag and so on. After 3 they are old enough to understand what’s going on and old enough to be reasoned with (to some extent).

The bottom line was… when I looked into the question of ‘should we do a long plane trip with an 18 month old’ the answer was… DON’T.

It can’t be that bad, I thought. And in any case, we don’t have a choice – I want my friends and family to meet the little dude before he’s not so little any more.

It WAS that bad.

So, if you’re thinking about it. My advice is… DON’T. lol. But read on. Enjoy my pain.

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Australia with an 18-month old – part 1 – getting to the airport

bad weather austria

I had to split this blog post up… because when just getting to the airport became a mission in itself, well… I guess you’ll find out if you read along.

I was nervous about the prospect of flying with an 18-month old. But how bad can it be, really? In the end it’s just a day of our lives. It will be difficult. But it won’t be terrible. Well… actually it kind of was.

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