In the end, it turned out all right, but I don't think I need to do that again any time in the near future.
Showing posts with label German food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label German food. Show all posts
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Thursday, June 6, 2013
Germans and Bread: Part I
I've always wanted to organize my thoughts on Germans and their obsession with their bread. I think this will take a while though...
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Fizzy
I've been living here for nearly 3 years now, but it kind of occurred to me today how obsessive Germans are about fizzy water and how they mix fizzy water with everything, which makes me wonder why other countries don't do it because it's awesome. Especially Apfelschorle (or Apfelsaftschorle). Our friend Adam put the Germans' love for Apfelschorle really well in his article How to be German:
"You know in movies when people go to therapy and then the therapist asks them to create a happy place. A safe, tranquil spot they can turn to when the world gets too big and scary. Usually it’s a beach, or a rocking chair on the front porch of an idyllic childhood home? For Germans, that happy place is swimming naked in a lake of Apfelsaftschorle."
I would also happily swim in a lake of Apfelschorle. Probably not naked, though, because I'm not quite that German yet.
"You know in movies when people go to therapy and then the therapist asks them to create a happy place. A safe, tranquil spot they can turn to when the world gets too big and scary. Usually it’s a beach, or a rocking chair on the front porch of an idyllic childhood home? For Germans, that happy place is swimming naked in a lake of Apfelsaftschorle."
I would also happily swim in a lake of Apfelschorle. Probably not naked, though, because I'm not quite that German yet.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Friday, October 5, 2012
Kassler Dance
G's parents are making kassler and semmelknödel for us for dinner, but G doesn't like sauerkraut. He also doesn't like pickles...
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