Spoonfuls of Germany


Three generations of Easter eggs

The Easter eggs dangling from forsythia branches are like a virtual family reunion across time and space. I would not want to trade them for any Fabergé eggs in the world. The oldest of these hollowed out eggs were painted by my mother’s cousin when she was a young girl in the 1950s. Continue reading


Wild hunting

venison-pate-with-breadUsually I am not a big meat eater but every year when it feels, smells and looks like autumn, I get very hungry for game meat, called “Wild” in German. Continue reading


Food bond


Saying that I was nervous when I first set foot in my parents-in-law’s house the day before Thanksgiving in 2000 would be an understatement. Not only was I aware that the family of the man I was dating was Jewish.  Continue reading