Not long after I moved from New York City to rural northeast Pennsylvania, I picked up a high school friend from Germany late at night from the bus in Allentown. The next morning I found her looking out our guestroom window laughing, “You moved four thousand miles to get away, and here you are in an area that looks just like Germany!” Continue reading
My grandfather was born 102 years ago last Tuesday. The exact location and date of his death are unknown. He was a soldier in the 6th German army that fought in the Battle of Stalingrad, the bloodiest battle of the Second World War. Continue reading
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When putting together recipes for a cookbook about a country’s cuisine the big question is, do you want it to be mainly accurate or appetizing? As I am reviewing the recipes in Spoonfuls of Germany I realize taste is what matters to me most. And taste, of course, is personal. Continue reading
Spoonfuls of Germany 