These magical potato bombs....what can I say. So Sunday is a good day for a beer garden. Melissa and I drive to Banburg to see the family, Lauren, Tom, and Jonathan, and we all decide to go to a beer garden. It is a lovely outdoor picnic like atmosphere, there is a swingset at the back where children are playing. It was hot, and the picnic long tables where shady and cooler because of all the wonderful trees. So Melissa gets me a plate. It has potato bombs gravy and beef. So I get it, I understand the meat and potato diet, this is my family meal....thanks to my grandma. She was the meat and potato queen, so this is where she got it, hearty German countryside cookin'. The potato bombs, Tom tells me are potato mashed and then put through a ricer several times, they are so soft and seem to be held together with glue, something kind of rubbery on the outside. I feel them settling around my mid-section and accept that German potato ball belly of mine. These things are absolutly divine, and Jonathan laps them up. This is the perfect baby first food. Thick starchy take a long nap food. Well, pickie me dives in and after I shove glorious hunks of beef and gravy in my mouth, I finally come up for air. The beef is so tender and you can taste the wine that has been seeped into it. The gravy I would like spread on my body when I die. I understand the beer garden now, it is family tradition, good food, home made, families chat, kids play, people, drink beer and talk, it's just not the rowdy drunk fest you always see at Oktoberfest. It is a fantastic afternoon, and I feel so lucky to have these people in my life. Jonathan keeps skol-ing Tom, it is so cute!
These magical potato bombs....what can I say. So Sunday is a good day for a beer garden. Melissa and I drive to Banburg to see the family, Lauren, Tom, and Jonathan, and we all decide to go to a beer garden. It is a lovely outdoor picnic like atmosphere, there is a swingset at the back where children are playing. It was hot, and the picnic long tables where shady and cooler because of all the wonderful trees. So Melissa gets me a plate. It has potato bombs gravy and beef. So I get it, I understand the meat and potato diet, this is my family meal....thanks to my grandma. She was the meat and potato queen, so this is where she got it, hearty German countryside cookin'. The potato bombs, Tom tells me are potato mashed and then put through a ricer several times, they are so soft and seem to be held together with glue, something kind of rubbery on the outside. I feel them settling around my mid-section and accept that German potato ball belly of mine. These things are absolutly divine, and Jonathan laps them up. This is the perfect baby first food. Thick starchy take a long nap food. Well, pickie me dives in and after I shove glorious hunks of beef and gravy in my mouth, I finally come up for air. The beef is so tender and you can taste the wine that has been seeped into it. The gravy I would like spread on my body when I die. I understand the beer garden now, it is family tradition, good food, home made, families chat, kids play, people, drink beer and talk, it's just not the rowdy drunk fest you always see at Oktoberfest. It is a fantastic afternoon, and I feel so lucky to have these people in my life. Jonathan keeps skol-ing Tom, it is so cute!
