Look at this picture.The bread and salami are made by different producers. And yet, they fit together perfectly.
PERFECTLY.
This is the wonder of German engineering.
PERFECTLY.
This is the wonder of German engineering.
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Sunday, 30 November 2008
Thursday, 9 October 2008
Ich bin turning into a giant sausage
Sausages are a key component of a German’s bloodstream. If you open any Germany’s veins, you’ll see tiny little Bratwursts, swimming their little way towards key arteries.
The problem is sausages, in Germany, are ubiquitous and cheap, where I am hungry and a cheapskate. So, most evening’s after work, the little hot dog man, selling sausages for €1 a pop proves irresistible.
As you can see, there are good value for money – although awkward eating.
However, the bratwurst aren’t especially nice. They’re alright, but the sausages don’t dance erotic rumbas of joy inside your mouth. It’s just a normal, boring sausage.
I might be a bit provincial, but you certainly can’t beat a good, honest English sausage.
Although that doesn’t stop me from buying tonnes of the wriggly buggers. Damn you Germany for creating this addiction!
The problem is sausages, in Germany, are ubiquitous and cheap, where I am hungry and a cheapskate. So, most evening’s after work, the little hot dog man, selling sausages for €1 a pop proves irresistible.
As you can see, there are good value for money – although awkward eating.
However, the bratwurst aren’t especially nice. They’re alright, but the sausages don’t dance erotic rumbas of joy inside your mouth. It’s just a normal, boring sausage.
I might be a bit provincial, but you certainly can’t beat a good, honest English sausage.
Although that doesn’t stop me from buying tonnes of the wriggly buggers. Damn you Germany for creating this addiction!
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