Last Friday I was invited to Grandparents’ Day at Michael’s school. I had such a wonderful time seeing his classrooms and meeting his teachers- but before that –
Coffee and doughnuts were served.
I had to look twice at the bottom left doughnut and yes, I pulled out my phone to document what I saw. The man behind me was laughing. I said, “I’m a blogger. I’ve never seen one before.”
Yes, it’s a Bacon Maple Doughnut! I didn’t sample it, just photographed it.
Silent Sunday
My brother’s Romanian Red garlic has added a lot to this week’s cooking.
Primarily Romanian Red Garlic this harvest! And a few other bulbs in the box.
My brother sent organic garlic from his garden in Okanogan, Washington.
It’s the time of year when I’m watching the mail for his shipment to me. He’s made it an annual event.
Thanks David. It’s here. Now to figure out what to cook!
Did you know there are many types of Red Garlics?
Estonian Red, Chesnok Red, Creole Red, Killarney Red, Russian Red, German Red, Vietnamese Red, Korean Red, and Turkish Red to name some.
But this year it’s primarily Romanian Red!
Roasted, rubbed,minced, smashed,chopped, sautéed- it’s all pungently delicious.
A few examples of an inexplicable phenomenon at this time of year. Not limited to lattes.
This post inspired by fellow blogger and excellent cook in Australia – Gary
https://yummylummy.com/2018/10/06/natures-cheezels-3/
Trio of condiments in the Kirkenes, Norway Airport. No, I didn’t take the opportunity to sample them or even read the ingredients. The visual sufficed. But they caught my eye for sure. Maybe you remember the American Sandwich Sauce pic from Berlin a couple of weeks ago.
The MS Finnmarken kitchen is a busy place, All meals included in the Knitting Cruise with Arne and Carlos. Everything I ate was delicious. I didn’t sample every offering but wanted to make a collage of the possibilities. We had a vegetarian entree Wednesday night and last night was the Four Course Gourmet Dinner with a beautiful cheese plate with fresh currants shown above.
Labels on grocery shelves. Diners. Products. The word American jumps out on occasion.
Never tasted the American Sandwich Sauce nor seen it for sale in the US.
And although the Tupperware display didn’t actually have the word American written on it, itfelt familiar. Who knows where it’s manufactured. 
At the marketplatz- plastic chicken on top of the truck. No question what’s being sold here. (Apologies Stef, don’t look)
Saturday morning market at Winterfeldplatz, Berlin.
