Breakwurst

More traditional Bavarian food today. This time we started the day with Weißwurst in an outdoor cafe. Apparently, this is a food that you can't get served after noon, so Conny and I actually had to get a move-on this morning. Not so easy when a certain someone can't sleep until after 3AM, and spends her sleepless hours watching bad German TV shows. I get to man the alarm clock in the morning, which is a lengthy ritual, involving repeated smacks of the snooze button. Apparently some of my smacks missed their mark, because I managed to set the clock ahead by two hours. When I finally craned my neck to actually read the clock instead of beating the shit out of it, it said 12:30. In my sleep-addled state, it didn't occur to me that would mean I'd have to have snoozed the clock 21 times... I just hopped out of bed, and tried to get moving. I told Conny what time it was, and shuffled down to the toilet on the other end of her estate.

As I was coming back from heeding nature's call, I heeded her call from the bedroom: "It's only 9:30, not 12:30."

So because I actually managed to do something right, even while still screwing it up, we made it to the cafe with a good 30 minutes to spare. Conny, as per usual, ordered. I even ordered a beer, seeing as that was the traditional drink to go with what we are having. The service was outrageously fast. Food and drinks were out in less than 3 minutes. They bring one serving dish with the Weißwurst in it, a silver pot with a lid.

Conny lifted the lid. There are 4 fat white sausages floating in steaming water.

"We can't eat that, " I said. "They are still pupating."

Wrong thing to say. I look back in the pot. I'm sure they taste good, even if they are just larvas.

Conny deftly scoops two of them up, which are connected by the casing. Apparently they are twins or brothers or something. She cuts them apart, and gives me my twin to eat. At least it's not wiggling, or making a weird sound or something.

"Cut the casing and peel it off," she instructs me.

I watch her do hers on her plate. Even though it's not technically breakfast, it is still way to early for me to be doing something that's a combination of doing surgery and taking a condom off. Time for a big swig of beer. I take the scapel, which looks a lot like a butter knife, and cut the casing. Then I peel it back, freeing my weenieguts from the outer cover. The operation is a success.

This meal, like a lot in Bavaria it seems, is served with pretzels, and mustard. I cut a slice of the Weißwurst and give it a tenative taste. It tastes like a really good hot dog. I'm seeing a pattern here.

I actually finished two of the little fellas, and a pretzel to boot. Now if they could just do something about the color...
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