Foodbloggers are a helpful and supportive bunch of people. If somebody raises a question or sets up a meme, we answer (if time permits). Same with Melissa’s effort for an improved and more complete list than the initial BBC one. Meanwhile she compiled an enormous list of her own, much more detailed than the original, with food suggestions making every foodie swoon. I got tagged, got tagged and got tagged again, yet I tried to shirk. You ask why?
How on earth shall I – the most indecisive person in the universe – narrow down my favorite food delights to only five? I’m already having a really hard time to decide wether I want to buy the blue cornflowers or the marguerites, how am I supposed to make this decision about something as important as FOOD? So I thought about sub-categories, which might make it easier for me to pick the essential ones!
Such as typical Bavarian (or Austrian, Czech) delicacies: A juicy Apple Strudel with a large dollup of freshly whipped cream came to mind, then a golden-brown Wiener Schnitzel, smoked ham from Upper Palatinate (“Oberpfälzer Bauerngeräuchertes”) cut in small stripes…
Or should I stick with our beloved Italian cuisine and a thin-crusted wood-fired oven pizza, topped with tomatoes, mozzarella di Bufala and fresh basil from Riva or a bottle of wonderful fragrant olive oil from Lago di Como?
Wouldn’t other countries feel betrayed, if I didn’t mention their signature products such as an outstanding Jamón Ibérico de bellota, delicious Pastéis de Nata or scrumptious La Ratte potatoes, cooked and served with nothing but fresh farm butter and Maldon sea salt?
And what about the simple joys of popping fresh berries in my mouth, which is almost as good as my nostalgic memories of climbing my grandparents trees (which can be seen below, behind my mum and my aunt Claudia) and eating their fruits right in the tree tops, especially Kornapfel/Klarapfel for which I haven’t found an English expression (anybody?).
Which brings me to yet another sub-category – Event-Food: How about the obligatory Dampfnudeln with lots of hot vanilla sauce in a cozy chalet after skiing, each spring’s first roast chicken eaten with your fingers in one of Munich’s countless beergardens, Nürnberger Bratwürsteln at the snowy Christmasmarket or the Käskrainer at Würschtl Toni after a long night of partying in Regensburg…
I need to stop here, now I’m more confused than before I started pondering my choices. Sorry Melissa, I think I messed it up!