Saturday 17 December 2016

Katharine C: AWG's Holiday Party


AWG's final event of the year - our Christmas holiday party.
 
Attendees brought wonderful eats, both savoury and sweet,
in keeping with the holidays.  A number of us dressed  in
festive red outfits and bling-y jewelry, and Cerese was a delight in
gold tinsel and purple tulle (no photo I regret, so we'll have to ask her
to re-create the look again for us). 
Michel, Michel and Gerard


Thank you to everyone who came and making it such a festive evening:

Mary-Catherine and Michel;  Hannah and Luc and baby Gabriel;  Susan Rey;  Claire F;
Caroline and Michel;  Jessica and her children AnnaRose and Michelangelo;  Kevin and Sheila;
Rachel and Sebastien;  Dalene;  Denise and Gerard;  Elisabeth;  Anne;  Jennifer;  Joyce;  Cerese;
Mireille; Orla and Ross; 

Hannah and Luc and their 6-week old baby boy, Gabriel
 Gabriel and Hannah won the prize for the best Christmas outfit. 
Susan and Claire

Caroline cutting her buche de Noel

Jessica and Kevin. 

Sebastien, Rachel and Sheila


Phil & Elisabeth
Caroline, Michel, Anne and Dalene
Anne won the prize for the most outrageous holiday outfit (that none of the rest of us would dare to wear on the tram  ......

                  ....  and Jennifer won the prize for the most bling-y jewelry
Jennifer, Denise and Joyce

Michel, Mary-Catherine and Mireille

The Editor of Scriveners wishes a very happy holiday season to AWG members and their families
and sends best wishes to everyone for 2017.   We are going to need it.

                                                            Merry Christmas!



Maggie: even if it's Christmas, we can still be environmentally-conscious

I found this in one of the FAWCO bulletins, and thought AWG members might enjoy it.
Holiday Food

One aspect of American holidays is the traditional food, and that may be hard to find in Timbuktu, Bangkok or Lima. Resist, if you can, the urge to buy imported items like turkeys and mincemeat, both of which have racked up their own CO2 emissions in getting to you. The WWF in Switzerland has done a number of studies comparing the energy expended when a fruit or vegetable is grown locally compared to one that is imported. A ratio of 15 to 1 is not uncommon for veggies that have crossed the Atlantic - "veggies with jet lag", as my fellow eco-writer Ann Zulliger calls them. Consider local and seasonal substitutes that are close to the mark. Want a bird for dinner? If you are in Eastern Europe, for example, how about a goose? Request recipes from new-found friends or Google "international recipes", where you will find dozens of websites. Balance this concentration on the new with traditions like Christmas-cookie making, particularly as this usually involves togetherness with the little cookie lovers in the family.


In fact, the whole Environment Bulletin is usually full of interesting information.  Here’s another example:

There are probably a million websites devoted to do-it-yourself projects; get the most IT - savvy family member to trawl the Internet. Don't forget those helpful YouTube videos with how-to instructions for nearly every aspect of every handcraft. And while we are on the subject of material gifts,  let's look at wrappings other than 
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the traditional seasonal paper and ribbon. How about newspaper tied with red yarn? The comics? Cloth scraps left from sewing projects? The point here is not to compare the environmental cost of manufacturing ribbons and yarn, it is to recycle what you have rather than buying, buying, buying.


You can subscribe to it via the FAWCO website.

Once again, happy holidays to all.
      -maggie

Thursday 15 December 2016

Katharine: Garden Group's December décor-making and luncheon

Photos credits:  Maggie and Katharine

We gathered at Sue Rich's to make scented decorations for the holidays.  Sue had
kindly acquired beeswax candles, so we set about a morning of decorating glass jars
in an elegant manner.  Or not, as the case, and the talent and capability, may be.

I think Pam summed it up - this is a Kindergarten project.  Most enjoyable, being
Kindergarteners again and some of the more skilled among us would definitely
be promoted to First Grade.  This writer:  not so much.






Sue had bought beeswax candles for us to use, using AWG booster funds (Thank you, AWG) and we each one long candle and three little candles with which to work.  We had brought glass jars to decorate.  We also made pomanders of oranges stuck with cloves, and tied with ribbon. 


 The group worked outside happily all morning - the sky was blue, the sun shining if not warm. 
As night follows day, so did lunch follow our morning's activities.  Many thanks to Sue for welcoming us to her home, and for all the creative craft ideas. 



l to r:  Katharine C, Denise, Anne, Pam, Jan, Peggy R, Leslie L, Sue Rich our hostess


Maggie: the early-December fête in Vendemian 



AWG's "salade sauvage" man, David from Vendémian, celebrated the 10th anniversary of his moulin à olives, Rocher des Fées, on Sunday, 4 December, and once again, les absents avaient tort.

Fortunately the rain held off, and the fête started with a "fanfare" while visitors circulated and sampled the variety of products from the region - olives, tapenades, oils, saffron delicacies, wines, and more.  (I highly recommend the financiers au saffran.)

There were activities for children as well, and someone commented that it's not often that they are allowed to "play with fire."  David's family and friends provided a "repas des champs" of soup, rouille de seche with rice, cheese and dessert for only 10€.
 
After lunch, there was a very interesting conference about the history of wine in the region, followed by an all-male choir, Les Costards (led by a woman chef de choeur) singing in Occitan, Russian, tsigane, and French (just to name a few of the languages).



The party was drawing to a close at about 4:30pm, so I was able to race back to Montpellier to be at the International Chapel in time for the Carol Sing.











Katharine: Coffee Chat at the Mercure

The last Coffee Chat of the year - as usual, a relaxed and happy gathering of
AWG members and a guest - Precious, from Zimbabwe, a friend of Jessica's. 

Happy times all round. 

Precious, Cerese, Katharine, Jane, Mariannick, Susan

Sunday 11 December 2016

Katharine: December Cook&Eat

All chopping in

 Photo credits:  Denise

Six of us met at Denise's to make
a vegetarian lunch.  There was time for discussion and catching up on one
another's news while
we chopped and stirred.

Many thanks to Denise for
hosting this session which
was most enjoyable.  KRC. 
Many hands..... make a cake

Leslie

Raising a toast:  from l to r:  Orla, Anne, Leslie, Denise, Katharine, Susan

Brussel sprout salad

Sweet potato satay gratin

Pear cake

Fresh, nutritious and it tasted great.  The Sweet potato had a peanut and lime filling . 

Thursday 8 December 2016

Katharine: clear your cookies!

Editor:  this article is from the Consumer Affairs section of the Guardian

Cookie monsters: why your browsing history could mean rip-off prices

By collecting data on how desperate we are to buy and how much we can afford to pay, companies are finding sophisticated new ways to squeeze extra cash from unwitting shoppers
Flighty prices: many airlines employ ‘dynamic pricing’ – and the practice is growing.   Even rocket scientists, I would wager, are befuddled by airline pricing. One minute, a flight you’re looking at costs £400; 30 seconds later it has increased by £100. Panic sets in; you buy a ticket before it ascends out of your price range.
I experienced this fluctuation frustration recently while trying to buy a ticket home to London from New York for Christmas. After about a gazillion visits to British Airways’ website, I decided finally to book something. Immediately, the price went up. That’s OK, I thought, trying to console myself. I read on Twitter that London has gone all Islamic anyway and Christmas has been banned. Probably nothing to go home to any more, just ritual stonings and sharia. Then I remembered a rumour that clearing your browser cookies could get you a cheaper flight. I gave it a go and, voila, the flight reverted to its earlier, cheaper price.
The thinking behind the cookies trick is that airlines can tell from your browser history when you’re particularly interested in a flight – and thus willing to pay a higher price – and take advantage of this. Whether this is true is known only to a few (when the Guardian asked BA about this in 2010, it said it didn’t use cookies in this way). What is clear, however, is that airlines – and many other companies – are increasingly moving towards “personalised pricing”. Sometimes called “differential pricing” or “price discrimination”, this means charging customers different prices for the same product based on how much they think people are willing to pay.
Price discrimination, to be clear, is not the same as “dynamic pricing”. Airlines have practised dynamic pricing for a long time: there are a set number of prices available, and you get a different fare based on factors including when you book and the availability of seats on the flight. Prices, however, are starting to get more personal. In 2014, a US regulator approved an industry-wide system, the implementation of which started only recently, that allows airlines and travel agencies to collect personal data – information such as marital status, address and travel history – and use that data to offer you “more agile pricing and more personalised offerings”. So, if an airline can see that you live in a fancy neighbourhood and regularly fly business-class, it may offer you a higher fare than it would someone whom it believes is more price-sensitive. As technology grows more sophisticated, companies may be able to serve you higher prices based on factors such as your emotional state.
Businesses are already using customised pricing online based on information they can glean about you. It is hard to know how widespread the practice is; companies keep their pricing strategies closely guarded and are wary of the bad PR price discrimination could pose. However, it is clear that a number of large retailers are experimenting with it. Staples, for example, has offered discounted prices based on whether rival stores are within 20 miles of its customers’ location. Office Depot has admitted to using its customers’ browsing history and location to vary its range of offers and products. A 2014 study from Northeastern University found evidence of “steering” or differential pricing at four out of 10 general merchandise websites and five out of five travel websites. (Steering is when a company doesn’t give you a customised price, but points you towards more expensive options if it thinks you will pay more.) The online travel company Orbitz raised headlines in 2012 when it emerged that the firm was pointing Mac users towards higher-priced hotel rooms than PC users.
Price discrimination doesn’t happen only online. Supermarkets have used personalised pricing based on information gleaned from loyalty cards and shopping habits. Broadly speaking, economists tend to think of price discrimination as a good thing for businesses and customers. Essentially, it is algorithms robbing from the rich to subsidise the poor, all while growing a company’s market.
There is the potential for this to go further still and for customised pricing to help reduce some of the inequities in society. In Finland, speeding tickets are linked to income, a system known as progressive punishment. Could we not have progressive pricing, a system where the cost of necessities such as bread and milk is linked to your ability to pay for them?
However, it seems more likely that companies will exploit the increasing amounts of data they have about us to our detriment. Take Uber, for example. Its much-hated “surge pricing” is an example of dynamic pricing: prices change according to supply and demand. They don’t change according to how desperate you, as an individual, are to get a cab, but this may not be the case for long. Uber knows a hell of a lot about you – including, for example, how low the battery is on your phone. It also has data that shows people are more likely to pay surge pricing when their phone battery is low. “We absolutely don’t use that ... but it’s an interesting kind of psychological fact of human behaviour,” a behavioural economist at Uber said earlier this year. This may be true, but why do you think Uber employs behavioural economists? It is not simply to marvel at the psychology of human behaviour.
As airlines become more adept at gathering and exploiting data, I shudder to think what “interesting facts” of human behaviour they will start to factor into their pricing strategies. Fares will stop being linked to variables such as seats already sold and start fluctuating according to how many times your mum has texted you to ask if you’ve bought your ticket yet, and how guilty you feel that you haven’t. Good luck trying to clear your cookies to fix that.

Maggie: re-discovering Berlin after 41 years


Since I didn’t know until almost the last minute that I was going to be able to go to Berlin for the Region 5 conference, flights were already full for the day before the conference and we had to go a day earlier, but that left time for Serge and I to enjoy some tourism together.  We walked a LOT that first afternoon and evening, and only took public transport to return across the city to our hotel on the Ku’damm.  We had already decided to have supper near the hotel, and there was a conference supper on the Friday night, but we checked out some places for our Saturday dinner, and the one that we chose was a winner.  It’s  the Altberliner Wirtshaus, in the former East Berlin, and seemed very traditional, although there was an over-abundance of (other) French tourists that night (which the waitress said was unusual).  The beer list was not as interesting as at Dicke Wirtin (see review a little later in this piece) and they have no home-made schnapps, but the food was delicious, and there was plenty of variety.  The sauerkraut was perhaps the best I’ve ever tasted.  It’s on the internet, and one review lists it as fairly expensive, but we paid only 39€ (plus “tip is not included”) for almost more than we could eat, plus beers.

I had been to Berlin 41 years ago, with a German man who had been a prisoner of war at a camp near Marseille where my dad was stationed at the end of the war.  He had kept in touch, and my dad had suggested I visit him and his family when I was travelling in Germany.  They live north of Nürnberg, and he had to make a business trip to Berlin, and invited me to go along.  I have just looked at my diary entries for March 19 and 20, 1975.  They make me laugh, so I’m going to share some excerpts:

“I went looking for a pension near Ku-damm.  Most places didn’t even open the door – just spoke through the intercom.  And when they heard I wanted a room for only one night, they said they had nothing.  One place had a room for 23 dm, but I said that was too much for me.  She asked what I wanted to pay, and I said 15 to 18 DM.  So she said since it was only for one night, I could have the room for 18 DM.

“About 5:30 pm we set off for East Berlin via the S-bahn.  Customs at Friedrichstrasse station took forever, and the officials were not in the least friendly.  But I made my currency declaration, and after almost an hour, we were through.  It was quite an experience, and a bit frightening.  We walked along Unter den Linden, and I unfortunately found East Berlin far more to my liking than West Berlin.  The street was lined with the big old buildings, reconstructed after the war – the opera, library, Humboldt University, armory, etc. – all beautifully illuminated.  Far more impressive than the super-modern construction and neon lights of the free sector.  Mr. Ernst  made a big point of the fact that the churches had not been rebuilt.  We walked past the fountain in front of the Rathaus and over to the very modern and huge Alexanderplatz.  I was surprised by the absence of restaurants and cafés.  Only a few cafeterias.  And it was a very unusual feeling knowing that I was free to come and go, but the other people on the streets are Soviet citizens.  Another of my reactions, this morning in West Berlin, was the strange realization as I looked at the burned out ruins of bombed buildings that my countrymen were in a large part responsible for this destruction.”

My second day in Berlin in 1975, I crossed to the Soviet sector at Checkpoint Charlie.

I noted in my diary that I was told not to take photos of any buildings flying the East German or Russian flags.  This trip, in 2016, at the Tourist Checkpoint Charlie, there is a German dressed up as an American soldier, who charges money for photos, or says to come back after dark and take photos for free.  Serge managed to get a photo anyway.  (Note the McDonald’s, which was not there in 1975.)
 
Also from my diary notes.  I had to change currency for East Berlin, and then tried to spend it before returning to the west.  “It’s not easy to spend money.  The postcards are black and white, and souvenirs are from Bulgaria.”

I took hundreds of photos in Berlin, and Serge took almost as many.

Here's another restaurant recommendation.
 
Dicke Wirtin (Grosse Aubergiste) is a small, traditional brasserie with a history, and with a large selection of excellent beers we had never heard of, and an even larger selection of home-made eaux de vie from various fruits and vegetables.  Of particular interest (to me) were those made from Jerusalem artichoke, rhubarb, and ginger.  Very near a bus stop, just off the Savignyplatz.  The food was very good as well.   
We discovered the restaurant (thanks to the French edition of the Lonely Planet guide to “Berlin en quelque jours”) our first night in Berlin, when we stayed at a hotel on the Ku’damm, and went back our second night (after Robin Meloy Goldsby’s fund-raising concert at Steinway House for the new Target Project).  Serge went there another day for lunch, while I was at the Regional meetings, and we went back for some more schnapps our last night in Berlin.  The waiters and waitresses were extremely friendly, especially after we left 15% the first night in response to the rubber stamped line on the bill (in English!) – “Tip Not Included.”  That got us an immediate extra order of schnapps, and the next night, we were offered a stronger version of the ginger schnapps (nothing to do with cookies), which nearly knocked us off our chairs.  The last night we were once again offered extra schnapps, but said one last glass for the two of us would do, and the waitress should choose the flavor so we could try to identify it.  I did.  It was quince.

Some photos of the wall (not the one proposed on the Mexican border):


Serge looking through the hole in the wall - looking from west to east


East Side Gallery - Graffiti on what’s left of the wall, near the Oberbaum bridge



My return to the “monumental” socialist boulevard Karl-Marx Allee, 41 years later.
The “super moon” over East Berlin.
The original (real) Checkpoint Charlie kiosk, which is now at the Allied Museum.


Wednesday 30 November 2016

Cerese: Americans know how to tailgate

 Photo credits:  Cerese

We're Americans, so we had a smashing tailgate party at the Rugby match between
the United States and France - womens' teams.  As you can see from the photos, it was
a november night, so everyone was well wrapped up, and fortified by the fabulous food
and wine at the tailgate. 

Nothing like a tailgate party!  Thanks go to Susan Rey for suggesting this AWG event - it may have been a little on the cool side, but that didn't stop the partiers from partying on!

Bruno and Jan, Michel and Mary-Catherine, Jean and Michael Elizabeth and Anne


As is AWG's tradition, whenever 2 or more are gathered together, there is ALWAYS PLENTY to eat!
Brought to share at our Ladies Rugby Tailgate Party were:
- sultry salsa and chips 
- Fabulous Hot soup
- Hot dogs 
- cole slaw
- sauerkraut for the dogs
- savory sushis
- wine
- cheese
- veggies and dip
 And:
Mireille brought her succulent sushi.  Just the job for a rugby game.

Anne and Jan