Sometimes I wish the world would at first only from an aperitif and six to eight good starters and white wines offered by three.
After all, if you can not make it to the deer medallion with hazelnut spaetzle or not loaded, what is the same, even the good Red will probably not get to, there can be if enough as do the appetizers to full feed.
Neat bread with it, maybe poured an extra drop of olive oil on and wine, as may already be within what holds the world together at heart.
I can not imagine the world as well a well-baked with delicious Hefefladen edition. Pizza, burek, onion, one might call it what you will: the earth is flat enough to eat.
Or our existence, our tireless Progeneration, manifested in a fish-Eicreme, just now as an appetizer.
Also like the world if a chicken good long carefully looks after more than half a day in the garlic and ginger and rubbed the rest so long and afterwards bathed that even give sons fifteen minutes reverent silence.
At some point in this life I'll probably get back at times fresh Rhön- or Flemish Deichlammkottelets, so it's my second highest handlebars, my palate wants.
If it's that are of the Rhön, I want them back with the wild garlic-tomato jus with fresh thyme Rhoener game here tagesmariniert of charcoal. (more ...)
