More or less authentic German Christmas market in Denver plus my real German recipe for hot, mulled wine, Gluhwein.
It's almost time for Oktoberfest in Munich, Germany. However, if you have no Lederhosen or are in the Tampa area of Florida, you can celebrate the German tradition with a couple of quaffs from the International Beer Garten in Lutz, FL, just off the Suncoast Parkway at Highway 54 in Pasco County. Tell 'em I sent ya. Prost!
Before we get to the train station photos:
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Curly-cut radishes - they call them Radi at Oktoberfest in Germany, and their salty goodness is the perfect accompaniment to beer. You can make them at home with a vegetable spiral-cutter and little else. They are delicious as well as raw vegan, gluten-free, non-dairy and all that other healthy stuff.
With summer coming on I thought I’d give you a typical German summer dessert recipe to celebrate with. Germans call it Biskuit (“beese-kveet”). Although it looks like the word “biscuit”, it translates as “sponge cake”. Not just a sponge cake, but specifically a sponge cake base to be topped with fresh fruit. In English we call the finished product a fruit torte; in German, Obstkuchen.
Incidentally, the difference between a fruit torte and a fruit tart is that a tart has a pie crust under the fruit instead of a sponge cake layer.
Jägerschnitzel (pronounced “YAY-gr” like the first part of Jägermeister) looks like a complicated word before you get to know it. Now that I am close friends with it, it makes my mouth water every time. It literally translates as “Hunter’s Schnitzel” which means a basic German pork cutlet, pounded thin and pan friend with a super-delicious mushroom cream sauce over it. I may have to go make myself one before I can continue this post…
While you wait, here’s a shot of the most recent Jägerschnitzel I had at a restaurant this past weekend:
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This week, I’m here to set the record straight about schnitzel. It’s not anything like a hot dog, despite the menu at that fast food joint in the States.
To make a schnitzel, select a boneless cutlet of pork, pound it thin,
then bread it and fry it in butter. It’s a very similar preparation to
scallopini. Easy and so delicious! Add to that the fact that most
schnitzels are usually served with French fries and a cold beer; it’s no
wonder most Americans who spend any time in Germany are hooked for
Just before the bridge into the grounds of the inn was a little wooden house built over the stream. Rosa told me it was used for wedding receptions and such:
Of course by now I was totally charmed by the place:Rosa told me this working mill had fallen into disrepair several years ago. Then the current owners bought it and restored it to its current incarnation. They have guestrooms, whose windows you can see on the right above where the car is parked. We made our way down to the left and into the restaurant. You have to go in to order then choose your seat, and they’ll bring the finished dishes to your table. I liked the block-print motif of the menu – notice the mill wheel at the bottom (no they don’t serve donuts): Here’s a shot of lovely Rosa in the middle of the traditional main dining room:
I captured the beautiful sunlight streaming through the window behind her:
Comfy as the dining room was, we chose this table outside in the garden, quite near the little wooden house over the stream you saw before:I chose the aubergine melanzane for my lunch and was NOT disappointed. The fresh goat cheese and basil really set it off, not to mention the fresh baguette:
For dessert we split a portion of the blueberry cheesecake, at the top of the plate in this photo, and a portion of fresh plum streusel cake. Now, I’m not particularly enchanted by plum streusel cake, but this one was phenomenal! Note the Bavarian state flag design on the tablecloth:
Teaching English here in Germany affords me a lot of information about the local dialect and traditions that tourists wouldn’t normally discover. And that’s why I’m here.Here’s a good example. Two of the groups I’ve taught consisted of IT team managers at Deutsche Telekom, the German equivalent of AT&T or Verizon. I came to know them a couple of years ago and met with them almost every week on Thursday at their office building. We all grew to be friends.In the course of teaching them English, I was privileged to learn about their families, hobbies, projects and opinions. And last June they invited me and my husband for a “short walk” to a well-known local landmark, Staffelberg. I included quote marks in the previous sentence because a German’s idea of a short walk is vastly different from an American’s idea of one. However, they took it easy on us and we had a grand time.I made a slideshow out of some of the photos I took that day. Peep it:
The first song in the slideshow is called the Frankenlied, or the Franconian Anthem, which sings the praises of the glorious local land. The second song is called Es Gibt Kein Bier auf Hawaii, or “There is No Beer in Hawaii,” in which the singer says his fiance wants to go to Hawaii for her honeymoon and he doesn’t want to go because there is no (German) beer there. So that’s why they are not married yet, after 12 years of engagement! One of the lines in the chorus is “Hula hula doesn’t make your thirst go away.” They taught me about these songs at dinner after our walk.