After traveling for a short, fantastic week with my husband, I have had enough fleisch. Yes, everywhere we went in Germany, fleisch was the center of attention on the dinner plate. Usually it was bright pink pork (a portion big enough to feed my family of 5) surrounded by minimal colorless potatoes, dumplings, sauerkraut and onions.
Something happens to me when meat is continually classified as fleisch: I have vampire, Donner’s Pass, carnivorous visions of taking a whole limb off a creature and sinking my teeth into it. The word fleisch is too close to flesh and that is too close for comfort.
This is on top of sinking my teeth into the ‘natural’ intestinal casing on all of that wurst. I’m not even going to think about what was inside those intestines. That would make the wurst worse.
So, it’s safe to say while tasty, I didn’t find the food to be very romantic. I did find the atmosphere romantic. We spent a night in a castle (above) and perhaps had our most romantic evening by candlelight in the courtyard of Munich’s City Hall. The beautiful architectural details glimmered in the soft light. We had a delicious German white wine and chatted until they kicked us out.
Don’t get me started about the German word for city hall: Rathaus. Rathaus romance. The language is killing me.
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So funny! Wish I’d been there. Would have lost a few kilos!