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So I'm going to DC this weekend, and I'm staying with my sister Friday and Saturday nights. We're trying to work out what to do for dinner Saturday. (Friday we're going to Agora for Turkish food, which sounds awesome.)

I suggest the lazy-ass pasta bake and throwing in some Quorn (chunks or grounds) for extra filling properties. She says "BF is a real meat-eater..." and I'm just like "if he's that inflexible, I'm happy to go out again."

So she replies with this "you threw a tantrum when you were younger and couldn't eat in restaurants, and we prefer to eat real meat. You don't like meat, I'm just trying to cover all our preferences."

First off, our grandmother decided it was a good idea to take a vegetarian to Steak and Ale. The only options that weren't meat were starches (baked potatoes) and sides (spinach, etc). Not exactly what I call dinner! Second off, it's not a "preference." If I eat meat, I have gastrointestinal distress. I found this out by accidentally eating ground beef a few years ago. (I was really hungry and brain-fried from an all-day tai chi workshop.)

Third off, is it that fucking hard to not eat meat just ONE fucking time? Seriously?

Fucking asshole meat-eaters. This is why I hate you.

Current Mood: angry

Today, two of Ben's friends from his video game forum were in the area, so we went out to brunch. I suggested Guglhupf, because they have a nice brunch selection. (Downside: they're *really* popular and have limited parking.) His friend said, "fuck yeah," because apparently, during her time at UNC and shortly thereafter, she never managed to make it out there, for whatever reason.

Two things set Guglhupf apart from the other German restaurant in Durham. (Three, if you count their website designs, sweet baby jesus.) First, Guglhupf is run by people who came here from Germany, and it features much more pan-German food. (No one who actually speaks German would call a dish "Schwarzwälder Kirsch Heisser Eisbomben Becher" or label a section "Specialitäten." (I can't figure out how to properly render what they're getting at in the former, but it would be more like "Heisser Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte mit Eis," and the latter is "Spezialitäten.") Call me a snob if you will, but the least this person could have done was find someone who speaks German to give their menu a SAN check. Also "German" chocolate cake has nothing to do with Germany. True.)

While I was standing in line, I heard multiple groups of people speaking German to each other. That's how you know it's authentic ;) (And there were women there wearing German eyeglasses, the skinny rectangular ones, speaking auf Deutsch.)

Second, I can actually eat at Guglhupf. I don't eat meat, and I can't tolerate fried food. The two options I have at the Brathaus are potato pancakes (fried) and eggplant schnitzel (double fried). Well, and desserts & beer. The Guglhupf menu kindly stated that the German potato salad was made with beef broth, so veg*ns wouldn't order it. I appreciated that! I make German potato salad myself, but I use water and facon. (It's superior to American, mayonnaise-based potato salad, trufax.)

I guess third (fourth, if you count web design), Guglhupf has a German-style bakery. THEY SELL LAUGENBRÖTCHEN. Those are, like, my favorite thing, especially if you tear them open and smear them with Nutella before scarfing them down. They also have Laugenstange, with or without cheese. Seriously, I go in there, and it's like I teleported to Germany. ... You know, I should really drop by there in December.

If you want MEAT!!!!, go to the Brathaus. If you want authentic, Guglhupf is a much better bet.

When I was growing up, going out with the family (me, my sister, our mom, and her parents) for berry picking was a late spring tradition. It was fun, taking a basket and filling it with strawberries. It was an early Saturday morning thing, because if you waited too late, the sun would get too hot and all the good berries would be gone!

I couldn't remember the name of the farm, but my sister asked Grandma, and she said it was Butler's Orchards. That doesn't sound right to me; I remember the name being more syllabic and Germanic. Baumgartner's, maybe. I tried the internet, but neither of the places listed in Frederick County, MD, were right. I remember it being up north of town a bit, up Hwy 15. Maybe they closed down. Or maybe it *was* Butler's.

I don't love strawberries like I do musk melons or pears, or even a sweet-tart autumn apple,* but biting into a dark red strawberry is wonderfully nostalgic. Sometimes mom would put underripe berries in the fridge covered with sugar. Mmm.

*Macintoshes are my favorite, followed by Braeburn, Gala, Fuji, Pink Lady, and Ginger Gold. I like Yellow Delicious, but not as much as I used to. I like Gala for cooking. I can't stand Granny Smiths. I'll hold forth on melons in the summer, no doubt, when the local farm that grows heirloom varieties has them out.

Current Mood: nostalgic

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Fucking meat eaters.

Nom nom nom.

Spring, strawberries. Summer, corn

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