It must be the “Waste not, want not” mantra instilled in me by my grandmother that makes me relish when I am able to turn a cooking mishap into a tasty dish. Last week I over-baked the German gingerbread and ended up with cookies that were still tasty but rock-hard. Nothing that a good old trifle could not soften, I thought, and into a trifle with pears they went. Continue reading
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
Spoonfuls of Germany 