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!|