Little did I know that when I went to bed at our lovely host Lynn’s, I would awake the next morning, travel to her daughter Daniella's, and eat the most memorable breakfast I have ever laid teeth on.
|Yup, pretzels. Yup, multigrain roll. Yup, cinnamon
raisin bread. Yup ohmygoshthisisalltoomuch.
Perhaps the relative culinary simplicity of said breakfast will be anticlimactic for you, but perhaps you don't understand relativity. Or breakfast.
Let’s consider: seven salami/deli meats, six cheeses, six freshly-baked breads/rolls, fresh fruit, garden fresh tomatoes and cucumbers, and soft-boiled eggs.
I don’t know about you, but I think I passed out a little just typing that.
John's first soft-boiled egg experience! On that note,
I'm currently accepting soft-boiled eggie holders
Maybe I just love that this is a breakfast that is pseudo-rebellious. I thought cheese and salami were for lunch!? Germany, you so crazy.
Eating this emperor of German breakfasts, it felt as if a tsunami of salamis, cheeses, and rolls was joyfully and tastily rolling over a very helpless and very gluttonous Chowgypsy. And I am ok with death by food tsunami.
I’m sorry, pancakes, bacon, and scrambled eggs, but Daniella has just come into my life, and my loyalty now lies with her. I am a quarter German, after all.
And now that we've had our authentic German breakfast, stay tuned for our visit to a way-authentic German castle! So much authenticity! Authentizität! Woo!
|Miniature peaches! Or something! I don't even know!