A Christmas eve memory from 1985. I was in Frankfurt, Germany….freezing my backside off in the middle of the night….pulling guard duty outside the heavily restricted entrance to the Frankfurt PX (which had been car-bombed the month previously). An old, somewhat junky BMW sputters up…and stops….full of a very jovial (and I’d imagine a wee…
Spaetzle…(Spätzle)…is a staple in my kitchen, as much as it was in my mother’s kitchen. My mother was from Germany. Oma, Opa, and my mom lived in Schwäbisch Hall, Baden-Württemberg, Germany when my mom was growing up. Mom married an American soldier and moved to the United States, to start their own family on a…
My mom passed away in October 2007, the day of her funeral left us unexpectedly blessed.