Sunday 25th October 2015, 2:30pm
Getaway #8: Patrizia Mosimann & friends
Patrizia Mosimann chose this Sunday’s getaway destination together with Gregor Martius and Moritz Töpfer. *)
– We sometimes do private getaways together. Patrizia and me. Picnics. Bicycle tours. Harvesting grapes in a friend’s garden. If you have a bowl with vegetables around, Patrizia might take one and eat like this, raw, the whole piece, even without salt. She is very purist. If you need cups in order to share a bottle of prosecco, Patrizia will ask the entire bunch of shopkeepers around to give her two paper cups for free. One of them eventually will. She is very hands on. And charming. I keep learning things from her. For example that it’s always a good idea to keep on learning things for yourself. Patrizia joins etching workshops, clay wokshops, swimming classes, welding workshops.
Patrizia asked two longtime friends of hers to choose the getaway destination together: Gregor Martius and Moritz Töpfer. –
This in a way met the very basic idea of an Outside Sunday: Someone who invites someone else to choose the destination. Patrizia invited Gregor and Moritz. Moritz could not have come because he had to work. On the Mostfest. So Moritz determined indirectly our destination. Most is Süssmost and the swiss name for applecider that is not filtered. Fresh. Non-alcoholic.
When we met the three had become a bit infatuated with apples.
They could have easily delivered a spontaneous lecture on apple marginalia, knowing by heart the dates of the International-eat-a-red-apple-day, the day-of-the-apple and the day-of-the-apple-strudl, referring to the amount of fat contained in apples, the minerals, the sorts cultivated in Switzerland as opposed to the world, the sorts most sold, the symbolic meanings of the apple in different cultures and the average amount of apples consumed per per head in different countries. If I had paid close attention at least I would now know how many kilos of apples you need to get a liter of Most. But everything happened to quickly when we arrrived on site. The sun was dropping behind the bid wooden barn and everbody rushed to the Mostpresse and without saying a word we all started to cut apples, to throw them in the presse tp press, and press and press and quickly change the PET bottles underneath trying to lose as little of the liquid possible.
Then the last huge container of apples was empty and we could watch Moritz’s colleagues piling high the weird looking remains (like isolation materials you would buy at the baumarkt) of the uncountable number of apples pressed that day. We could also watch the PET bottles changing color slowly, forming a quite linear brownish colour gradient. By that time the sun was on its last rays leaving the farm in a rather unreal backlight situation. We paid a visit to the farm animals, goats and sheep, neither of which should be fed with apples. We tested the different shades of Most, manifestations of the particular moments of pressing, each tasting differently. We sat inside drawing labels for the PET bottles half empty.
Discussing how the farm’s egg-vending-machine could possibly function on a mechanical level we made our way back, once again sighting with wide eyes the enormous tennis fields above the lake. They are enclosed by palm trees.
*) Mirjam Bayerdörfer invited Patrizia Mosimann for the eighth Outside Sunday.