Then we went out to explore more of Trier, no destination or goal in mind. She showed me a funky eastern/hippie store, the equivalent of Mermaid Imports back in Anchorage, saying she thought I might like it. From the outside, it smelled like the same incense. I realized, and told her, “I think I’m less into the hippie fashion than people think.” This is somewhat unfortunate for me, because I think I can pull off the ‘Earth Mama’ thing much easier than I can ‘Sophisticated Chic’ and for much less capital investment. We skipped it and I have no regrets.
We stopped by a bakery to pick up a zweibelkuchen, or onion tart, and I got a sugar-covered soft pretzel. That pretzel offered no lasting sustenance whatsoever, but damn it was good. Then we grabbed two bottles of federweisser, and headed home. I was in charge of carrying the federweisser, propped upright by my jacket in a bag hanging off my handle-bars. Between the too-high seat, too-low gear, and the fear of harming my cargo, I was not exactly a happy camper, but the ride home was short.
The zwiebelkucken was amazing. Zwiebelkuchen is made by slowly sautéing all the water out of a ton of onions and a bit of speck (thick cut diced bacon) and caramelizing the sugars, then combining it with some eggy mix and baking it like a quiche. It’s another dish I may want to try at home, except Oliver warns me that it made his entire house smell like onions for three days when he tried to do it. Nina told him, “Okay, Oliver, you don’t understand, in the States it’s a GOOD thing when your house smells like tasty food.” I think sautéed onions is a good tasty smell, but may be way too much for a lasting and lingering scent. Maybe I can do the onion reduction on my camp stove outside? The thing is, zwiebelkuchen and federweisser are made to be enjoyed together. What will I use for my federweisser replacement? I doubt I could find federweisser in Anchorage during peak wine harvesting season, much less early winter.
Then Nina and I stayed up late working on computer stuff, and all my photos got deleted off my memory card when I tried to download the pictures I had taken of her and Oliver onto Oliver’s computer. I’m bummed, because I think I got at least one good photo of them all cute with their heads close together (in short, loving for once), as well as all my photos of Krut and Nurnberg and Trier. I’m not as sad as I expected though, because that’s so many photos I don’t have to sort through now to find the good ones!
(*Actually they didn’t, but I don’t feel like going back and changing everything that I wrote. Enjoy the photos I wasn’t supposed to have.)
Now I’m sitting on a train taking me to Köln (Cologne), winding our way along the Mosel and the Rhine. It’s beautiful wine country with picturesque villages along the way. Unfortunately, none of my pictures seem to be working out well. In Köln, I’ll duck over to the monstrous cathedral 200m from the train station and check it out for a while, and get back on the train and go to Hamburg. I’m sad to leave Nina and Oliver, they’ve been my favorite part of my trip here in Germany, but they have their own lives and I have lots of Germany left to explore.