Tuesday, 29 October 2013

Glühwein, Wurst and Wintry Wonderland in Bayreuth Winterdorf


Pretty much every German town has a Christmas market (mission: visit as many as humanly possible), but they don't all have a Winterdorf. Oh-so-luckily for me, Bayreuth's Winterdorf springs up every year from the end of October, and stays until the end of December. Yes, as well as the Christmas market that's going to be popping up at the end of November. It's all just too good.

Um, what is Winterdorf?, I hear you wondering. Well, it's basically a traditional-style, little wooden village that is built in the centre of the town. Inside, there are stalls selling all sorts of goodies - more on that later - and it's all just so quaint and German!


The difference between Winterdorf and the Christmas market is that the former is just food and drink, but it strikes me as a jolly good pre-cursor to the latter, helping build the festive excitement. BRING. IT. ON.

During the day, the main drink stands aren't open (can't be encouraging daylight boozing now, can they?), but you can still indulge in some scrummy food.

Charlotte mit Wurst
Rachel mit Wurst
Amongst the tempting offerings, there's Wurst, naturally, with a choice of many different local varieties (Coburger, Bayreuther, Nürnberger and Currywurst to name but a few), crêpes (perhaps not typisch deutsch but I'm not complaining), amazing chocolate-covered fruit, traditional Bavarian giant heart-shaped biscuits and loads of divine-smelling, sweet roasted nuts. Oh, and Stollen, Lebkuchen and even cupcakes!


I love having toffee apples at Bonfire Night in the UK, but the chocolate apples at the Winterdorf are just something else - look how beautiful they are!


I personally think the Winterdorf looks just charming in the day, but it looks even better at night, full of twinkly lights and absolutely buzzing with happy people. It's decorated beautifully - there are even Lederhosen hanging overhead! Amazing.


Emma and me
Last night, along with my lovely friends, Charlotte, Emma and Cathy, I paid a cheeky little visit to the Winterdorf to soak up some wintry wonderfulness. Sure, the weather is actually weirdly mild for October at the moment, but that wasn’t going to stop us getting into the winter spirit.


Drinks-wise, you're in for a real treat if you have a sweet-tooth like moi. As Charlotte so wisely pointed out, you actually want to drink the drinks at Winterdorf because they actually taste nice!

I love the little 'Bayreuther Winterdorf' mugs all the drinks are served in too. You can either give yours back and get 2 Euros in return, or you can keep it as a lovely souvenir. I think you know what we all did. The writing reads 'Im Herzen der Stadt' which means 'In the heart of the town.' SO CUTE!


So, what's on offer at Bayreuth Winterdorf? Well, Glühwein is the main attraction, but it’s not like the mulled wine you might know from back in the UK, no sir. It’s better somehow. All fruity, warming and beautifully-spiced.

Of course, there’s the original Christmas Glühwein, but then there’s also weisser Glühwein (made with white wine), and fruity flavoured Glühwein – apple, cherry and blueberry, to be precise. Of course, we had to sample them all last night, and apple was definitely my favourite.


As well as Glühwein, you can get hot Hugos (remember I told you about Hugos in this blog?), hot chocolate, coffee and of course soft drinks.

Wurst no. 2 = Currywurst for Charlotte
After lining our stomachs with our second Wurst of the day (oops), we had an absolutely cracking night sampling the Glühwein, soaking up the atmosphere, talking about the people around us in English and hoping they wouldn’t understand (‘grey jumper’, you know who you are), trying to convince some Germans we were also German and came from Munich, and singing along to the music.


Oh yes, the Spice Girls, Robbie Williams and Abba were all played last night, and I was LOVING it. Every night of the week has a different theme at Winterdorf, and Monday nights is Lieblingshits, AKA ‘favourite hits’. It was fantastic.

Giggly from perhaps a smidge too much Glühwein, we decided it was time for crêpes. There's nothing like a fresh crêpe being whipped up before your eyes, and I went for one with Kinder chocolate. Sadly, I was slightly disappointed by the chocolate to crêpe ratio. I mean c'mon, people, a crêpe should be dripping with melty, warm chocolate, am I right? Still, it was probably better for my unsurprisingly expanding waistline.



Crêpe disappointment aside, I blimmin' love Bayreuth Winterdorf, and I think it's definitely going to be a frequent occurrence in my life up to Christmas. 
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Sunday, 27 October 2013

Family, vintage finds and a fleamarket in Frankfurt.


Being away from your family can be quite hard. Even when you're having the time of your life on your year abroad (like me!) and have all the technology in the world helping you keep in touch with your loved ones back home, there's nothing quite like a catch-up in person.

Oh yes. Mummy Hosie has just paid me a visit, and it was delightful.

After a couple of days showing her round Bayreuth, plying her with local delicacies and trying to impress her with my (hopefully improved) German, Mutti and I got on a train to Frankfurt. Well, actually it was a train to Würzburg where we changed and got on a different train to Frankfurt but ANYWAY.

Had I taken German grammar and vocab books as train entertainment? Yes. Did I in fact ignore said books and chat/eat all the way to Frankfurt? You betcha.

Stollen and (standard for Germany) weak tea = breakfast on the go
Now this trip to Frankfurt was my first foray to an area of Germany outside of Bavaria (excluding my trip to Berlin last year), and so, being the Bavaria-lover that I am, I was slightly unsure of what I'd think.

Frankfurt am Main is known for being a centre of finance and business and is actually the fifth biggest city in Germany, don'tcha know. There are shiny skyscrapers galore, and as the train pulled into the station, I had a bit of a Dorothy moment and realised we certainly weren't in Bavaria any more!


Madre is actually half German, so we were off to Frankfurt to visit the last of our family actually living in Germany, my great aunt Ursula (whom we so affectionately call just 'Tante').

Tante has lived in Frankfurt for decades. She's nearly 90, yet she lives alone, in a flat on the fourth floor of a building, in the super cool area of Sachsenhausen. I hadn't seen Tante for years, and was looking forward to actually being able to communicate with her (better than I used to at least.)

When she came to meet us at the train station, Tante complimented me on my snood and told me purple is very in. But she said my nails should have been purple too, not turquoise. I know. What a babe. Tante may not wear make-up or, well, modern clothes, but she always looks impeccably turned out, well put-together, clean and neat.

Mama, Tante and I caught up over cups of tea in our hotel before the madre and I said goodbye and went off to explore the city for a couple of hours because who knows when I'll be back or get another chance?


Although it was a grey day, Frankfurt still charmed me. It seems like a really nice mix of old and new.


Over the Eiserner Steg (pedestrian bridge) we strolled, admiring the view whilst being serenaded by street musicians.

You know how Paris famously has the Love-Lock bridge (couples write their names on padlocks, lock them to the bridge then throw the keys into the river)? Well, Frankfurt is having a go at that too.


I find you can often get a really good feel for a city in a mere few hours wandering round by foot, so that, dear friends, is what we did.

Into the centre we went, through the Römerberg (the old central square, full of charming old buildings) and up through the main shopping streets. In comparison to my lovely little Bayreuth, it was totally buzzing. Sometimes I don't think Bayreuth seems small, then I go to a big city like Frankfurt and I'm like WOAH.

The Römerberg
One of the prettiest Starbucks I've ever seen
I'd almost forgotten places like Starbucks and Zara exist. There's a new Primark in Frankfurt too, and it would seem the Germans are LOVING it. Every second person was walking round clutching a Primark brown paper bag. Just like in Leicester, really.

Having visited Frankfurt a few times, Mother Dearest was being a fab little tour guide for the tourist that I am. Although we'd said we were going off to sightsee, we unsurprisingly got distracted by the shops.

Mama took me into a sehr lovely second-hand designer shop full of beautiful things called Aschenputtel. Naturally, as soon as I entered the shop, my eye was drawn to a certain gorgeous purple Mulberry...


Supposedly second-hand, but the condition looked new. Totes beauts, but alas, totes (still) too expensive (over 800 Euros.)

Next up, we paid a visit to a shoe shop across the road, Jordan. Just popped in. Just to have a look.

Yeah, right. Half an hour later, out we came with a new pair of knee-high, tan leather boots for yours truly. Oops. I swear my mother is such a bad influence. She's always saying things like, 'Just buy the boots! You've got  your Erasmus grant now and they look so nice!' and 'Eat all the cake/chocolate/Wurst... Everyone gets fatter when they're a student!' Pfft. But hey, I'm not going to argue with my mother!


I am very glad I bought them though. Realistically, a girl needs a pair of knee-high flat boots to get through the winter, and these are beautifully-made and a really good fit. What with my skinny ankles but big feet, it's hard to find boots that fit properly, so really, I had no choice, did I? Ahem.


We strolled on and found a very snazzy new shopping centre called Zeilgalerie full of boutiques - café-slash-clothes-shop-slash-mini-golf-course, anyone? Edgy, I know. It could almost have been Bristol. The coolest part was that you could go all the way up to the roof and thus get an amazing view of Frankfurt FOR FREE. Most places like that charge you to go up to the top, so we were definitely winning.


After embracing the view of what is commonly known as Mainhattan (clever, eh? I know how to appreciate a bit of wordplay!), we made our way back to Sachsenhausen via the cathedral.


Tea and Tante's was very cute. Entering her flat is a little bit like stepping into a timewarp, but I actually loved it. I like visiting elderly relatives, as they always have such interesting stories to tell and homes full of fascinating old things.

Tante's flat is, unsurprisingly, furnished with awesome old furniture, books and photos - the sorts of things that would sell for an awful lot of money at an upmarket store after being labelled 'vintage'. My absolute favourite is her radio: it's 60 years old, but still works a charm. She listens to it every day for the news at 7pm, and so did we. The sound quality is clear as could be, which is astounding. How many pieces of technology made today would last that long?


After a leisurely dinner, we walked up to the Untermainbrücke to get a view of the skyline by night. With the reflections on the river, it was just beautiful.



We said goodnight to Tante, but Mama and I weren't quite ready to go to bed yet. Schweizer Strasse is the main road in Sachsenhausen, full of cool boutiques, cute cafés and, famously, its traditional pubs. Frankfurt is known for its Apfelwein (locally known as Ebbelwoi and translated as 'apple wine'), so, unsurprisingly, we found ourselves an authentic-looking pub and sampled the local drink for ourselves. As mum said, YOIFO!*


Mum and I decided Apfelwein tastes like flat cider, but while it's no Federweisser (mmm), it's a grower and was certainly enjoyable.

Not wanting to get drunk, we obviously needed something to soak up the alcohol (mum and I are just sensible like that), so along with our Apfelwein, we shared the pudding of the day, Bayerische Creme (Bavarian Cream.)


I know, we weren't even in Bavaria. I'm not entirely sure what it was made from, but it was creamy and sweet and yummy.

The pub was called Zum Gemalten Haus, and was really buzzy on a Friday night. They constantly have dozens of glasses of Apfelwein ready on the bar, and it was full of people having a good time. I imagine if you're a young professional working hard in Frankfurt all week, it's a really fun place to let your hair down on a Friday evening.

But Mummy Hosie and I were not part of the crew, so it was back to the hotel for us. Every night, I go to bed looking forward to breakfast (my life is really exciting like that), but as I snuggled up - hotel beds made up with fresh bedlinen are always such a treat - I was a little more excited than usual.

HELLO, HOTEL BREAKFAST.

Always great, am I right? The next morning, the mother and I made the most of the generous spread, taking our time to enjoy fruit, yoghurt, cereal, bread rolls, scrambled eggs, wurst, croissants with homemade jams, Nutella and honey, fresh fruit juices and numerous cups of tea and coffee. Well, it'd be rude not to, wouldn't it?

Sufficiently energised, we headed back to Tante's before all going for a stroll around the area and over the Untermainbrücke. Rather delightfully, we got this lovely picture of all three of us. Definitely a keeper.


Next up, Tante headed back to her flat, and for Madre and I, it was fleamarket time. Oh, how I love a good fleamarket! It takes place every Saturday morning along the river, and is absolutely fab for finding German gems at bargainous prices.

Chicken soup for the soul
Sure, there's lots of tat and you sometimes have to be willing to rummage through rubbish to find something special, but I always find fleamarkets really interesting and lots of fun to look through. The Frankfurt one is really big, with loos and various food stands to keep you going along the way. That's what I like to see. Nice and organised.


We took our time to peruse the fleamarket's offerings leisurely, and I loved all the old jewellery, tins and crockery in particular. I just love anything with German writing on!

Excitingly, I managed to haggle (yes, really) my way to a couple of really lovely things.

First up, these adorable little plates:

I bought the bottom left one for a cheeky three Euros
I'm not sure if I'll hang it on the wall or actually use it, but I just think it's so cute. I love Christmas and I love Germany, so it's just perf really.

Even better though, is the coat we got.

Here is a slightly awkward mirror selfie of me wearing both my new coat and boots
Not only is it bang on-trend for A/W 13/14, it's also one of a kind, made of gorgeous-quality and super-warm sheepskin, beautifully-lined, well-made and sizeable enough for me to wear lots of layers underneath when faced with deepest darkest Bayreuth winter. Shockingly, I don't have a black coat either, which is just impractical really, isn't it?

The best part though? We got it for a mere 20 Euros! If that's not a total barg, I don't know what is. (Successfully haggled down from 35, might I add. Years of watching The Apprentice has finally paid off.) When mama and I met up with Tante again later, we asked how much she thought we'd bought the coat for. She duly inspected it, before coming to the conclusion of between 200 and 300 Euros. When we told her it was only 20, the poor old woman was so shocked she had to sit down!

The clouds had cleared, and happy with our fleamarket finds, the mothership and I sat down in a café by the river for a drink. With the late autumn sunshine sparkling off the water, it was really rather glorious.


Thirst quenched and re-energised, we walked along the river by the pretty autumn trees for a while before turning into the main financial area. I felt tiny amongst the huge shiny skyscrapers, and it really did remind me of being in New York.



We carried on until we reached the beautiful old opera house, the Alte Oper before slowly meandering our way back to Tante’s peeping into shops as we went.

The Alte oper
Naturally, we wanted to peruse the interesting delis, and I thought these pumpkin cupcakes were just too cute not to share with you. So there ya go. Enjoy, and wish you had one right now. I know I do.


Over another cup of tea each, Mother and I said our goodbyes to Tante and made our way to the station for yet another long journey home.

Despite only having been in the city for 24 hours, it felt like much longer. I find it incredible just how quickly you can get a feel for a city, and I just love exploring new places. Travelling sure is exhausting though, even when you’re 21!

As keen blog readers will know, I’ve already done a fair bit of travelling over the first six weeks of my year abroad, and I’ve realised that – unintentionally – I now have every weekend up until Christmas booked up. It’s going to be an exciting few weeks, which is just as well because it wasn’t half sad saying goodbye to Mama this morning.

We had a delightful few days together though, and it’s always nice to have visitors. Especially ones who bring you homemade muffins full of plums from the garden. The puppy would’ve been better, but hey, I’ll take a muffin any day.


*You're Only In Frankfurt Once.
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Thursday, 24 October 2013

The Joy of German Cuisine



German food = sausages, right? Well, yes, there are a lot of sausages, but over the past six weeks I’ve discovered there’s a lot more to German cuisine than just Wurst. And it is gooooood. (Not so good for my waistline, but what can ya do? A gal’s gotta embrace the culture, right?)

German cuisine (just like the language and country as a whole) doesn’t have the same romanticised reputation as French, Italian or Spanish amongst most Brits, but in my opinion, it’s totally up there on the same level.

Moving to a new country is interesting on so many levels, but for me, discovering new foods is unsurprisingly a priority.

I could spend hours looking round the supermarkets, but one place in which you really can’t take your time in Germany is the check-out tills – they don’t have self-check-outs (as far as I’ve seen), so you have to go to a person. They whizz through your groceries so quickly, you pay, and then they’re straight on to the next person! Efficient? Yes. Stressful? You betcha.

On numerous occasions, I have found myself in a right kerfuffle trying to scoop up my yoghurts, chocolate and bottles of Pepsi (highly nutritious, of course) before the next person’s things come flying through too. In the UK, the till-workers always wait for you to put your wallet and receipt away, put everything into your shopping bags, sort your life out and leave the vicinity. Not the case in Germany, my friends. No, no.

But then that’s just one of many things they do differently here. Germany absolutely loves recycling too. All well and good, but there is one aspect I find marginally annoying: when you buy any bottle of Coke/ice tea/water, it comes with an extra charge known as Pfand. To get this money back, you have to bring your empty bottles back to the supermarket, put them through a machine, get a receipt and take your receipt to the till to get your money back. It’s all a bit of a palava, but if you don’t do it, you end up paying loads for your hydration. And without my beloved Robinson’s (slash Sainsbury’s own brand when I’m at uni) squash, I’m living off bottled soft drinks. Definitely not rotting my teeth in the process. Ahem.

What else is different? Well, Germans tend to eat their big cooked meal at lunchtime and then just bread and Wurst (obvs) for dinner. Equally, German people blimmin’ love every drink to be sparkling. Ask for natural water and it will be sparkling, and they love what’s known as Schorle – you can have Weinschorle (wine mixed with sparkling water) and all sorts of fruit juice ones. I myself am a fan of the sparkles (as with everything in life), but I know some of my British compatriots are less keen.

And you can NEVER get tap water. Anywhere. My thrifty student nature highly dislikes this, but you must always order an actual drink alongside your food in a café/restaurant. Asking for tap water simply isn’t done. In a club last week, I asked for some and they gave me little more than a shot glass worth. Great. Thanks. That’s really going to hydrate me.

Water issues aside, I’m a big fan of food and drink here in Deutschland on the whole. (I'll be honest, the Sauerkraut I could take or leave though.)

Allow me to share some of my favourite culinary findings with you…

The bakeries in general are amazing here (to quote my friend Caroline, ‘NOBODY WARNED ME ABOUT THE BAKERIES!’), so I’m a start with baked goods. Prepare to drool…



Kartoffelbrot


For the non-Germanophiles amongst you, I shall translate: potato-bread. It’s the bread of the month in my local bakery and is totally amazing. I don’t know how they make it or what the potato’s all about, but it’s seriously good: so so soft without being artificial and white, with a lovely crust. Delish with savoury topping yet also with jam. Oh, how I love a good versatile bread.



Bretzeln (Or pretzels to you and me.)



You may think pretzels hail from New York, but you’d be wrong. Sorry. They were actually brought to North America by Germans. Pretzels are particularly ubiquitous here in Franconia, and they really are jolly good. The classic one is just lightly salted (like Paul Hollywood said on the final of The Great British Bake Off last night, soft and chewy inside with a crisp outer) and is delish by itself, but you can also get them sliced in half and filled with all sorts of yummy stuff like melted cheese and bacon bits. Or, if you’re me, Nutella. Natch.


Crumble Cakes



Whether on top of flaky pastry, short crust or cake, the Germans love their crumble toppings (or Streusel). Considering I’m missing crumble and custard season at home, these cakes are a welcome addition to my life. 


Actually shall we just talk a bit about cake and pastries in general? Germany sure does make good ones, but I have to admit I’m seriously missing the likes of Victoria Sponge and scones. I’m just so very patriotic like that.



Lebkuchen




My favourite Lebkuchen are the ones my mum makes every year (she’s half German, don’tcha know?) – spiced dough filled with a little apricot jam and covered in dark chocolate. Amazing. And here in Germany I’ve also found them filled with plum and blackcurrant jams, which is somewhat exciting. It annoys me when Lebkuchen is translated as ‘gingerbread’, because it’s not. It’s a really special mix of spices and you just need to try it mmm kay? THERE ARE SO MANY DIFFERENT ONES HERE I WANT THEM ALL.


Stollen


Another one Mama makes at Christmastime (and I know you can get it in England but still). Never had it? What are you doing with your life!? Stollen is the most delicious bready-cake, full of dried fruits and marzipan and covered in a good sprinkling of icing sugar. I feel so conflicted seeing it (along with all the other German Christmassy treats) in the shops already – excitement, yet also confusion. I want them, but it’s too early! Must. Resist.



While we’re talking about sugary goodness, let’s move on to…

Chocolate




Yup, just chocolate in general. It’s really rather fabulous here. Ritter Sport and Milka are probably the best German brands in my opinion, but there’s also a lot more Lindt than we have in the UK, despite being a Swiss company. I’ve decided that if I want to try all the amazing German Christmas chocolate before I leave for the holidays, I should probably make a start, well, now.
 
Pretty excited about this GIANT Lindt chocolate Father Christmas

Hazelnut wafers



I first came across these in Vienna last year, from where the original Manner brand heralds. I brought some home for my family, and we are now addicted. It sounds so simple: sweet wafers sandwiched together with a hazelnut filling, but it is SO. GOOD. Trust me. Remember the Pink Panther wafer bars we used to have when we were little? Weren’t they good? Yeah. They were. Well, the hazelnut wafers are a little like that only BETTER.


Philly cheese



‘What?’ You’re thinking. ‘Philly cheese is German?!’ No, that’s not my point. My point is that in Germany (and probably the rest of Europe) there are about a kajillion more Philly cheese variants and I am loving it. You know how we have Cadbury’s Philly in the UK? Well, here they have Milka, and it’s better. Spread it on your toast, use as a dip for sliced apples or eat it straight from the tub. Mmm hmm. I’m yet to try the Milka hazelnut flavour, but it’s only a matter of time. At a fraction of the calories of Nutella, could this put a strain on my long term relationship with my beloved Nutella? Watch this space. It could get ugly.



Aaaaaaalso: Honey Philly. I used this in my healthy peanut butter honey dip and it’s also delish alone (but I do like it with extra honey… Nightmare of a sweet tooth, me.)

And now I’m going to oh-so-smoothly move on to talking about savoury food by mentioning that the lucky Germans also have lots of savoury Philly variants – Wurst flavour, anyone?


Wurst
 
Bratwurst
I don’t think I need to say much about Wurst (sausages), do I? Bratwurst is the most popular type in my area – the sausages are usually grilled and served in a fresh bread roll with mustard. Simple and delish. And up in BerlinCurrywurst (Wurst in a curry sauce) is what it’s all about.
 
Currywurst
But there are over 1,000 different types of Wurst in Germany. It’s absolutely nuts! Whether served as sausagey sausages like Bratwurst or cold in big slices (like ham) for sandwiches, I have to say I’m a big fan. In the latter way, you can buy slices peppered with, um, bits of pepper, pistachios and all sorts, both of which I find extremely yummy.



Oh look at that – I went and said loads about Wurst.


Schnitzel
 
With potato salad, of course
OK, I don’t think I’m ever going to have a Schnitzel as good as the one I had in Vienna last year at the home of SchnitzelFiglmüller’s, but I’m still a big fan. Thin, boneless meat covered in flour, beaten egg and breadcrumbs and then fried, but so much better than your average chicken escalope. For authentic Wiener (meaning from Wien/Vienna, nothing to do with the American wiener) Schnitzel, it’s all about veal, but you also find Schnitzel made with chicken and pork quite often.

There’s a lot of pork. Pork, pork or pork? I think I’ll have the pork, thanks. (I’m definitely getting a bit porky…)


Frikadelle
 
Veggie Frikadelle
Speaking of pork… I’d never heard of Frikadelle until a couple of months ago, but have seen them a lot in German supermarkets. I’d describe them as a cross between mini burgers and dumplings, usually made of minced pork mushed together with onions, flour, egg and whatever else ya fancy. I myself have only tried one type, made largely of vegetables but with a bit of, you guessed it, pork. You can eat them hot or cold, but they’re really delicious. I don’t know about you, but I always loved the veggie nuggets at school - despite not technically being a vegetarian, I would beg the dinner ladies to let me have some - and these Frikadelle remind me of them.


Maultasche



These actually come from the region of Swabia, but my German housemate introduced me to them and I’ve never looked back. In my opinion, they look like giant ravioli (or as my family would say, pasta parcels), and aren’t actually that dissimilar. Maultasche consist of pasta dough around a densely packed filling made of meat (obvs), spinach, bread crumbs, herbs and spices. You can cut them into chunks and fry them, or boil them whole. Either way, they’re pretty darn scrummy. Extemely, actually.


Zwiebelkuchen (onion cake)



Not actually a cake (don’t worry, I haven’t lost all order and suddenly gone back to sweet foods, God forbid!), but more of a tart, and an autumn speciality. It’s made of sautéed onions, diced bacon and cream on a doughy crust and is really good, both hot and cold. Zwiebelkuchen is traditionally served with my new favourite drink…



Federweisser



My fellow Federweisser fan, Charlotte

Oh, I love Federweisser! The name actually means ‘feather white’ which makes no sense whatsoever as far as I can see, but I don’t care as it’s so good. Federweisser is an alcoholic beverage, but I like it so much because it doesn’t taste like it at all. It’s made from freshly pressed grape juice before it’s fully fermented, and is thus delightfully sweet and refreshing. Because of the usual time for grape harvest, Federweisser is usually only available in September and October (if you leave it longer it ferments too much), so I’m sure making the most of it while I can!


Hugo
 
Definitely Snapchat-worthy drinks
This, dear friends, is another darn good drink. It’s basically Prosecco mixed with elderflower syrup, lime, mint and sparkling water. Sehr refreshing and sehr delish. I think a Hugo is actually quite widespread around the Alpine and German-speaking regions, but I’d never come across it in the UK so I’m jolly well including it in my list.


Wow. I’ve been eating and drinking a lot, haven’t I? Can you see why though?

The chances are I’ll be updating this at some point as I know I’m going to discover more yummy things and feel the need to share them with you. So tell me, kind people, what have I missed? What should I be gobbling up while I'm here? (As if I could be eating more than I am. But ya know. YOIBO.)
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