See that breakfast up there? That's the kind of breakfast I ate every day in Germany, often outside!
I did some darn good German eating while I was there. (Don’t worry: I balanced it all with extensive bike riding and train riding.)
Once I’ve settled back into regular life – and sadly skimpier breakfasts – I’ll show you some of the treats I’ve brought back . . .
last august: rote grütze on ice cream and rosemary corn butter