29 December 2010

Lebkuchen und Russisch Brot

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Scenes from this morning.

My mom brought me Lebkuchen and Russisch Brot from the Nuremberg Christkindlmarkt. With every bite, I am eating a piece of belonging. Us cousins playing hide-and-seek, aunts and uncles talking loudly, a long dinner table. Smells of Glühwein and Printen, and that first taste of Mettwurst and Grünkohl when it's cold outside.

Sigh... I never miss Germany as much as I do around Christmas. 

5 comments:

Henry said...

It's late and I gotta sleep. But anyway, loved the Christmassy pictures. Sorry for all the sickness! I'm sure that wasn't as fun. But, I totally share your sentiments and thoughts on Christmas. Also, Christmas time is always when I miss Germany the most. Somehow I feel that there is something cozy, reverent and peaceful about CHristmas over there that I have a hard time feeling here. And Mettwurst and Gruenkohl - yum. Love it. Actually made some myself this year.

Isa said...

I must say that Christmas time here is cozy and reverent and peaceful. And yet not the same. Even if I had made Mettwurst myself (now, there would have been an idea!), sitting here and eating it could never match going on a crowded Christmas Market, among jolly Germans, with frostbite on my hands. :)

Why is that? I don't know. I suppose it has something to do with the magic of childhood.

Heli said...

nowadays i miss christmas even when i'm in my childhood home and everything is on it's place. it's just not the same anymore. it's good, but it's grown-up. this christmas i even missed the nostalgy i've experienced the last few years. :o

Isa said...

Heli, yeah I think you are right. It's not about a place as much as it is about nostalgia. I want to be a CHILD AGAIN! Life was magical as a child! Sigh.

NH said...

I've missed the caribean on christmas this year. Not that I've ever been there but I guess it would have been the right time. It was my first x-mas without my family and I didn't missed one of them. My thougts around that whole christmas-thing were as cold as the weather outside. X-mas at my boyfriends parents was... ok, nothing special. Just sausages and potatosalat to eat. Some cheese and cold eggs with mayonayse. Just everything I don't need on a christmas eve'. Well, at least there were enoght sweets to eat.