After all, what else is there?
A Country in Food
Introducing the Food
The star of the show.
I recently travelled to Germany. As is my want, before departure, I put together a few 'projects' for myself, things to do, ways to pass the time, some idea of how I wished to memorialise the trip for later generations, so they might appreciate the sublime beauty of the experience, and all that claptrap.
Thus, I decided to seek out a bite of chocolate and bit sausage each and every day, catologuing the experience for all posterity: the results of which would have been quite boring. See for yourself... if you can... if you dare... keeping in mind that at this point, the notes that follow are as I wrote them, but the images do not coincide with the text in any way at all... so, really, it's just an indication of how much hot chocolate I can consume given half the chance...
Read Them and Weep
Airport. Dry. Would the salami sandwich have been better. My first selfie. Euro-selfie!!! Smooth. Fruity. Just the type of chocolate you'd pose on the table for a photograph and promptly forget. And just the type of chocolate that would be waiting for you when you came back when you did.
Pick pocket table. Place to put wallet during meal so pick pockets better able to access. Patent Fun. Chocolate Moose at Winter Garden. Better than the fish... Hot chocolate. Breakfast. Nice. Better than expected. Odd how the second time never as good as the first. Swiss Trio with Candied Fruit. Meh. Not really chocolate. Nice mix. Probably more fun if not sharing.
Chocolate Castle (fiction): Traditional to give away baked goods at foot of castle wall. Big festival once a year. But others do for special reasons. Can research why folks pick specific days and how sub-festivals develop. 'I always come for her strudel. It's good enough for Main Day.' Schocopress: 25% of the black and bitter. So much, it clumped just like the pure. Smooth, decadent, I don't even have to taste it to write this, to know it's true. Street Art in the Raw: Pay her to keep her clothes off. And me to keep mine on. Chocolate Milk: surprisingly good. You know, when you're expecting a half-assed job? Well, this one wasn't. It was chunky, in fact.
Brownie cake with chocolate nibbles for breakfast. Cake says it all... Not thick, rich, or hearty enough to deserve greater praise. Though, to be fair, it was exactly as I expected. Hence, why I waited until the third day. Didn't miss much the previous two. Enjoyed the purple fruit slurpy more better still. Crazy for Cocoa Flakes: a small bowl is all I'm good for these days. Otherwise, too much sugar... New hot cocoa mix, but didn't bother to take a pic today.
Trinkshocolade: two packets. Meh. Chocolatey. Maybe I'm burnt out on chocolate... or have a cold. Noughats: Eh, candy. Chocolate is my thing.
Camera in one hand, cocoa in the other, quite the feat of early morning juggling jig-a-roo. Does chocolate ice cream even count? Chocolate square cereal with surprisingly deep flavour, starting the day right with just the right amount of chocolate. Apple strudel. I guess I'm not even trying any more. Ha. Ha. So sick of this project. Had a fantastic gooey chocolate lava cake that was delicious and forgot to take a picture. More hot chocolate. Quite the connoisseur, I have become.
They Do the Body Good
Pizza: plain-ish crust. Not impressed by first bite. But lovely hot tomatoey sauce, loving it at the end. Breakfast links. The breakfast of millionaires Berlin-round, with an ever changing selection of cold cuts, sausages, and cheese. Hotel breakfast: best for waking up, eating, and going back to sleep. Fish at the rooftop Winter Garden: Why you choose sausage. Hot dog-ish filled cannoli. Coins: no longer shall I be piss poor. Sausage. For obvious reasons.
Deer: best mashed potatoes ever. Bacon. Onion. Butter. Best cabbage. Cream. But the deer was only deer, valias style, which means in a ragu: gamey red sauce.
Goulash was good. Probably not doing this sausage thing right. So, bonus. First World Traveller Problems. Light socket. Breakfast: I love the taste of salami and smoked Gouda in the morning. I just had sixty grams of protein for breakfast; or so, I was told. Lamb Ragu: mixed in s giant wheel of Parmesian Cheese. Gives me chicken skin just thinking about it. Hand made, soft, tender, cheesy morsels of flavour. Cheese covered noodles were far superior to the sauce. Same sausage different day. Best buffet yet. Oddly, the cocoa was instant with great gobs of clumped up powder at the bottom of the cup. Still the best buffet, though. Hunks of blue, red, and Brie cheeses, lots of sausages. Starting to recognize the staples.
Does Fish Count?
Eh, so I cheated
Kischwasser: cherry juice and vodka. Nice and smooth. Ha, don't even feel it. Time to climb some castle walls. Venison stew: so much good food it sort of blends together. Like the cheese plate for dessert. Arctic char. The buffets just get better and better. More sausage. More cheese. More of the good things in life. Half raw schnitzel. And suddenly things took a turn for the worse... Soup was quite good. Hotdog soup by some other name. Ironic that I forgot to take pictures of the most iconic German meal I've had yet: local sausage and raw pork and beef called mete (as in, test your metal). Basket of bread, and bowl of sausage with mustard straight out of the tube. Castles, Cathedrals, Cold Cuts, and Cakes... and colds... No sausage. Chicken and potatoes. Peas and baby carrots. Creamed green beans. Mit Beer! Ember. Light my fire. Premium Hooch from the Hartz Mountains. Deer Sausage: a little lean for my tastes. But this was a selling point to others. Home cooked open face sandwiches with cucumbers. Surprisingly tasty. The trick is using bread that only uses enough wheat to hold the other stuff (seeds) together. Pomme Frits par excellence.
How about pasta?
It's got meatballs...
Wild Boar Goulash: tough. But very delightful once I started mixing each forkful with a generous portion of cranberry sauce. Having a fried egg was nice for a change. Chicken broth trying to pass as cream of potato soup. Actually, it was quite good. Hit the spot. Sometimes service makes the meal. Steak spaghetti. Great tender steak. Best steak I had my entire time in Germany.
Meatloaf: ala a greasy spoon roadside diner. Trout. Not even close to being sausage. Bony, but good. A delightful duck gave us its all: with date, prune, and fig stuffing. Goulash: being European chili. I like chili, European or otherwise. Goulash twice in one day, it must be on holiday. Venison Steak & Strudel: if not a German tradition, a personal one. Curry Wurst: much better than expected. Waiting all trip for one of these and it did not disappoint. Sweet, mildly spicy. I'd do again. Another banquet... The Best Goulash is Castle Goulash (i.e. Goulash eaten in a castle cafe). Hash brown with sausage. So, potato pizza. Anti pasta. More like anti-sausage. Enough is enough. Vegetarian Cannelloni. At the airport, almost home. Can you tell?
But then, I decided not to do things that way...
Followed by a Light Lunch
Hey, hungry or not, it's noon; and that means it's time for lunch.
And with inducements
like these: let's see, we've got your chocolate, your sausages, and your hot goulashes and soups. Want to know how to say 'chili' in Deutsch? Try 'Ghoulash'. See, didn't even know it and you're fluent in two languages. Or just talk louder. Actually, it was a little uncanny, just as soon as I got used to everyone speaking English, I run across someone who didn't know a lick (and seemed genuinely apologetic, that here I was in there country, not speaking a word of the language, and so, how were they going to ask me to politely leave and get out of their store if I was going to continue talking so loudly). And then, I'd be all primed to talk in multi-variants (say if I wanted shoes, which I didn't, but it's the first thing that popped into my head, I might might go down an impromptu list until I got a hit, such as: shoes, feet, boots, gloves for the toes, sandals, moccasins, and so on) while doing a pantomime; and whoever I was talking to would wait patiently until I stopped talking (like and imbecile) and respond in perfect American style English.
This is my third year on the Net,
but the first year I'm bothering to post pictures of self.
Don't get me wrong, I'm as vain as the next guy, girl, whatever. But I have a sense of humility, humbleness... maybe not a large one, but a sense nonetheless. And it may be surprising, but one of the reasons I decided to start posting images of myself is so I don't see pictures of random strangers whenever I do a search for myself. So, vanity, but in a backwards sort of way.
And me drinking chocolate. Ever wonder what your's truly would look like in the morning, the morning after, well, now you know...
Danke and/or Bitte
Saving the best for last.
Eh, maybe not the best, just the weirdest. You know, you (or at least, I) sort the pictures, into food, family, castles, and whatnot; and then, there are those leftovers, could call them miscellaneous, but that doesn't quite cover it. Oh, I know, let's call them weird.
In Berlin, the public restrooms were pay as you go (even the highway rest stop had a little turn style, 75p in, get a 50p coupon on the way out). And let's just say that when change in a country is that linked to other folks dirty business, I'm going to wash my coins at the end of the day. And then, electricity; I did lots of advance planning on chargers and adapters, but all I needed was a simple adaptor prong. Not that the image on the right has much of anything to do with that; just like the picture; think it came from castle country, the same as the view at the top.
English was spoken often enough.
And in the end, I could start to read the signs.
This was my only concern prior to going.
There was no need for any concern.
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