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call me a fool…just don’t call me late for dinnah… take my word i’m a madman don’t you know… well i got

some chestnuts after all, a little glazed, as i am after my faccsimile sangüibin dinner- venison along w/ th

chestnuts, & these lil kartoffel(potato) croquettes that musta had some salty cheese in ‘em cause they tasted

like almojábanas- ok, for th tropical-culturally impaired, almojábanas are…rice-flour & cheese fritters…but

i’ll have to check th authority, carmen aboy valdejuli’s ‘cocina criolla’ cookbook when i get home to make sure

there isn’t any other crucial ingredient- like coconut milk or cornmeal- mixed in… so, it was venison as i

wd’ve bet on- my totem animal sacrifice, just as on thanksgiving of ‘98, my first thanksgiving @ a restaurant-

this is my second, i guess…i’ll need some time to figure how many thanksgivings i’ve actually spent

stateside, how many on th european shores of th atlantic…
(tail end of thanksgiving wkend, near sunday midnight…)
farewell images: a little mac drive neon sign atop a typical euro
event-poster column…menorahs in all six windows of a house…a world globe,
lit from within, in another…i get on th train tomorrow, just after four in
th afternoon, pulling into hamburg hauptbanhof just about eight-thirty in th
after driving out to gelmeroda for a look @ th lit-up church, which lyonel
feininger painted & painted again & again & @ th ‘neufert box’, honoring th
designs & work of architect ernst neufert, peter droppd me off @
gasthausbrauerei felsenkeller, th local micro(?)brewery, owned by th
deinhardt family, who have been in th biz for a few generations & more than
one location @ an earlier time…tried th seasonal bock- weinachtsbier, &
then their dark…got hungry & hada a salad & a half- a few too many pickles
& red kidney beans fresh from th can around some sauteed wild duck breast
strips, then some smoked trout on a little salty pancake…i was a glutton to
want to try th second dish, even th half-portion ended up leaving me stuff-
blame it on th duck or th beans or th heavily-vinegared cocktail onions &
pickles- (*not*gherkins)
okay…amore, amore-d=(8{>

Written by morituri

November 28th, 1999 at 6:47 am

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