Germany. Those crazy kids to the east. Or west depending on where you are standing on the globe. To get into the proper mindset, my wife and I built one of the strongest economies in the world. Then we acted very friendly to everyone else while all the while secretly feeling very smug about it. Boom. Done. Germany!
We were not quite sure what to expect when we took on the fatherland. Having lived there for several years in the ’90’s (and yes, that does too make me better than everyone else), I knew it would include a fair amount of meat, salt, and butter. Oooooor, I just ate really crappy when I was there.
For Christmas feast, we had a lovely mix of schnitzel (pounded cutlet), spatzel (noodle), zweibelkuchen (potato pie, TAKE THAT RUSSIA! you ain’t all that with your fancy stroganoff), and vegetables. Get this. Karotsalat actually means carrot salad. OMG. Those crazy Germans.
The feast was lovely and we had a great time making it. We sang German oktoberfest songs (mostly sung to the tune of “Take On Me” by A-ha), drank pilsner (ok, that was just me), and and reminisced about our time spent rafting on the Rhine. (Mostly a lie) . Ladies and gentlemen, Germany.
Enjoy.
International Cooking Holiday 