23 August 2016
So I am back for another posting. Right now I’m feeling like I’m probably going to be writing once a week, which might be kind of a lot to be posting on my sister’s blog, so the thoughts of making my own blog have been planted in my head but we’ll see if I keep up the weekly writing.
I am currently sitting on the other balcony at my apartment, yes there are two. This is at the front of the building so I actually just saw a little line of school kids walk by and they were waving at me 🙂 it was pretty cute.
Anyways, it’s feeling like I have a lot of little things that I want to write about so what I started doing is just taking a picture of whatever the thing is I want to write about, then when I go to write I’ll try to remember what it was about.
First up on my photo reel is the typical breakfast that I’ve been having each day. I don’t want to become that person that just blogs about their food, but seeing as how I think food is a really important part of culture I think it’s valid to talk about. From what I’ve gathered, Germans have a pretty hearty breakfast every day. It’s nothing like the fried eggs and bacon Americans usually have, but it consists of lots and lots of bread, which I was never really a huge fan of. Here is a list of what I would consider a normal German Frühstück:
- 2 Brötchen (little bread rolls)
- One with sliced meat, cheese, or Kräuter Frischkäse (herb cream cheese)
- Another with jelly or butter
- Müsli (oatmeal kind of), or yogurt
- Seasonal fruit (I was told not to buy the strawberries yesterday because “their time was done”)
The platters usually end up looking like some piece of art, but honestly for me it’s a lot of different things at one time. I feel like I’m eating my entire day’s worth of meals in one sitting.
Left: my very visually appealing, symmetrical breakfast (Frischkäse, ham, salami, gouda, and cucumber); Right: the yummy yummy Frischkäse
*Oh, and on a slight side note: Germans drink both coffee and tea. For some reason this was my biggest question before I came to Aachen last time. I knew the British drank tea, and the Italians had espresso, and Spanish and French had coffee, but for some reason I spent a lot of time thinking about what the Germans drank; my mind is officially at ease.