So I realized today that I really need to learn a lot more German...
Lunch... the most important meal in Germany. It is where you eat the most and basically get all your energy for the day... despite the hour long 'breakfasts' everyone takes before they actually get to work. So when choosing you lunch meal, choose wisely. Sometimes this choice is made a little more difficult when the cooks decide to make certain weeks have a common 'theme'... like last week's 'vegetarian week' or the upcoming 'sushi/sashimi week'... can't wait for that one.
Anyways, today I went with the safe choice (which I often do) and got beef and broccoli. I really wanted french fries for my side dish... something comforting. Harking back to my adventures at McDonald's the first few weeks I was here, I figured the word for 'french fries' in German (pommes frites) could be shortened to just 'pommes'... you know, like when we just say 'fries' instead of 'french fries'... well I was very wrong. The serving lady immediately thrust her ladle with much exuberance in the heap of rice and just plopped it on my plate. 'Gute appetit,' she says to me with a grin, and moves on to the next customer... meanwhile I am staring at my plate, still sitting on the shelf, with a very dejected look... I knew what I was in for. Germans are widely known for their lack of culinary skills, but when it comes to rice there is absolutely no hope for you. It is either very overdone, like eating mush, or not done at all, in which case you risk breaking a tooth.
Well I ate it all... mostly because the beef and broccoli sucked... ironic... so much for my safe choice. If I have taught you anything from my harrowing experience, I hope it is thus...
Don't eat rice in Germany.
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Hey Chris,
I came across your blog when I saw it posted as your new website on the facebook news feed. Where would we be without technology, eh? I started the whole blog thing this past summer, as well. It's a blast, and a great way to keep up on people you know all around the world, or people you don't know that have common interests. I'll be following your adventures in Germany with great interest! I've been to Europe once when I was younger, and your pommes vs. pommes frites is just like the struggles we faced in countries where we didn't know the language! (At least my dad, born in Germany, is still fluent in German....)
Good luck over there, and I look forward to future posts!
Monika
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