gastric goodness

Well, it doesn't get much more traditionally German than this. This is photographic evidence of the Bavarian feast that Samuel and I cooked up a couple of weeks ago. Note: Bratwurst, Kartoffeln (potatoes) and vast quantities of Sauerkraut. Oh and we made a little salad too, which unfortunately bucks the Deutsch theme.

The first time I tasted Sauerkraut, I hated it in a kinda of German-person-tries-vegemite-for-the-first-time kind of way. It was during my exchange with Karina's family, when I was 15. We'd gone on a Autobahn trip south along the Rhein and had ended up in Frankfurt, where Karina's Aunt and Uncle live. They took me to the most barn-like, traditional beer hall / restaurant they cook find. A little bit like The Cuckoo back in Victoria, only much larger and filled with Germans. My scrunched-face reaction to the sour cabbage was exactly what they had been anticipating, braced for belly-laughs as they were. But then I guess I orchestrated a similar cultural exchange when I insisted Vegemite be included in the Lange Family breakfast spread.











Above: gastric goodness, and Samuel pulls a silly face (complete with skewered Wurst).