Ursula Heinzelmann, Wein- & Essenschreiberin
Funnily enough being blue means something totally different German than in English, and that is being drunk (although that could of course induce the blues the day after…). Neither applies to the happy, cheerful woman Ute Rohrbeck is, or her cheeses, which certainly aren’t drunk.
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I’m so excited. Praenatal anxiety has made way to pure joy and pride. My new one has entered this world! I’m very happy how all the stuff that was for so long safely folded up inside my writer’s head and soul has actually transformed into a book… Please meet Beyond Bratwurst, my history of food in Germany. Chronologically, from the gruel-eating Stone Age to Berlin’s Markthalle Neun today.
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The crazy days of carnival aren’t my cup of tea at all. The time after Ash Wednesday fits in much better with the winterly grey that stubbornly clings to Berlin until way into March. Unfortunately that mood also befits my cheese of the month. Sadly this has to be the obituary of a real character amongst German cheeses, Maria Pott’s Nieheimer. » Weiterlesen…