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This past weekend was a pretty amazing Food Gorge Session for Andy, Szym* and I…
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Bejte Ethiopian
I’ve had these photos floating around in an unpublished post for some time now.
The Grassy Knoll, Poznan
Last weekend we headed to Poznan (Posen to the German community), a smallish student town about 300 km directly east of Berlin. The Plan: to escort Andy’s parents, who had been staying with us, out of Germany, and to reunite them with Andy’s dad’s three sisters (and their respective partners).
A.F.L….. G?
Ok, the title maybe doesn’t make immediate sense to the non-Aussie readers out there. AFL is the Australian Football League. And Australian Football (Aussie Footy- because we are lazy group of English speakers) is a weird little game played ‘down under’. It involves a lot of leaping, men wearing short-shorts, and a pointy egg-shaped ball.
Leibhaftig-en with the Family.
Some among you have commented that the identity of my uncle who visited, has remained a mystery. So here is a quick foodie post to rectify that fact. …And to show you food!
Spreewald
You love your friends because they are generally witty, smart, sweet and awesome people. But sometimes, there are a special few, who bring more than just their natural awesomeness to the table.
Chasing the Eis
So you know that we moved from the one-restaurant-town of Potsdam to the too-many-restaurants-city of Berlin. And of course, the very heavy task of trying allthefoods! has fallen upon us.
If you show me yours: Learning how to Mexican
A few months ago, one of our pals, Asdrubal, invited us to his place to eat Mexican. I don’t think I posted any photos back then- probably because the food disappeared so quickly that I didn’t have the chance. It was so good, in fact, that we begged him to cook for us one more time- but this time, to show us the ways of the Old Country.
Meet Me in the Rose Garden
Did you know that the Berlin Tiergarten actually has a rather lovely ‘Rose Garden’ in it?
If you show me yours: French for Bastille Day
I’ll show you my culture, if you show me yours. The obsession with French things began when I was about 9 or 10. If I’m perfectly honest, I’ll admit that it wasn’t really a French obsession. Just an obsession with all things Les Miserables. Yes that’s right. Call me a hipster if you will, but I. Loved. It. First. You know, back before it was cool.