Food

We eat.  Every day.  Really well.

I haven't said anything in a while about our food, so here you go.

After our breakfast of oatmeal pancakes, which will never find a place on our breakfast table again,  we drove to Syke, visited a craft fair and took a walk in the woods. It was a wonderful fall day, unusually warm, sunny, and oh so nice.

We are known for cabbage here in Germany, you know, sauerkraut, coleslaw (Krautsalat), and so on. Cabbages grow bigger than basketballs and one of these babies would feed the two of us the whole winter.

But there are smaller ones and cabbages of other varieties.  Sweetheart cabbage (Spitzkohl) is a favorite because it's so tender and tasty and is not as big as a basketball.  So we bought one.

Shred it.  Sauté it with goose fat (really, it makes all the difference) and a bit of onion.

Then you need Frikadelle.  You know this - baby meatloaf.  We made these with ground turkey - add onion, spices and whatever.  It's all good.

 

Then put it on a plate with a few boiled fresh yummy local potatoes and you have not a meal but a feast.

Well, yes, I made a gravy because Werner cannot  eat this without gravy.

And frankly, you shouldn't either.