Ask any foreigner what comes to mind when they hear German food, and you will most likely get an answer like this: men in lederhosen and women in dirndl dresses, eating sausage, bratwurst, mounds of sauerkraut and potatoes, washing it all down with immense amount of beer in steins, in an alpine setting to the sound of yodeling. Continue reading
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
Spoonfuls of Germany 