Ich bin ein Berliner

Actually, I'm not and nor did I eat a donoughnut for this post. And the whole 'ich bin ein Berliner' meaning I am a jelly donoughnut is an urban legend.

Anyway, I did got to the Zeigeist in Vauxhall for dinner recently. It's all part of Schwester's learning Deutsch intensive course. Eat German, hopefully speak German.

They were out of my favourite dish Kartoffelkuchen mit Apfelmuss (potato cakes with apple sauce) but which they call Rievkooche. Rievkooche must be the Plattdeutsch (low German) name for the same dish (ooh, I have learned something!).

I ended up having a Weiner Schnitzel which was very good but then it's not hard to mess up.

There's a very good selection of beers and a fair selection of wine. I love German food so we might well cook something else traditional. My text book has a few ideas so watch this space!

The world is still my oyster

I'm still on an oyster kick and apparently there's even truth in the old adage that oysters are milky around full moons.

I had some last Friday, very near the full moon and they were milky.

Amazing! I had thought it was something of an old wives tale.

(Sorry we've been away recently, both boy and schwester are very busy at the moment.)