Buffets + Osterbrot
Easter brought with it two guests – the sun, and a dear friend from Australia. Possibly the latter brought the former and Easter had nothing to do with it, but either way, we had two solid days of sunshine and it was glorious.
My Australian friend still wore gloves and was aghast when I said I was cracking out the ballet flats. I gently told her gloves likely weren’t necessary at a sunny 15 degrees, but she wouldn’t hear it. We’re not made for the cold, us Aussies.
We filled our long weekend with the things all good Germans do. There was a stroll, and then some cake. And not just any cake, but cake topped with a seasonal fruit, which I feel gives me extra Germanness points.
There was a brunch buffet. Have you noticed how passionate Germans are about buffets? And how expertly they load up their plates? How strong their elbows are, and how little time they have for those shilly shallying about by the cheese plate? I always panic at buffets and end up with various mixed plates, or an abundance of one thing I think I will want loads of and actually don’t end up eating. SG and SG’s Papa, on the other hand, are buffet pros. It’s in their blood.
There was the first outdoor meal of the season, a notable occasion when the outside furniture is dusted off, and everyone comments endlessly on how pleasant it is to eat with the sun on one’s face.
There was a visit to the beach, to show our Sydneysider guest how the Baltic rolls. And a warm drink (covered in cream) by the water because that breeze that sweeps in off the Baltic is a crisp one.
There was Osterbrot and chocolate and a touch more chocolate. And my friend kept her gloves on the whole time, while the rest of us rejoiced in the feeling that spring has well and truly blown away the cobwebs of winter.
A very good Easter indeed.