Today I'm not subbing; just diddling around in our apartment. In Italy I purchased a stove top cappuccino maker. (30E, not bad) The Bialetti brand is sold worldwide. Italians are more patient than the average American and apparently smarter.

Details are important in life. After failing to successfully produce a quality cup of coffee, five times, I humbled myself , asked a sales clerk and Tom for assistance. Speaking a bit of English, a shopkeeper communicated to me the can of coffee had to have a stove top illustration on it and of course, one uses whole milk, not 2% or skim. (what was I thinking)
Tom screwed the four pieces together correctly.
Ten minutes is a long time to stand by the stove waiting for a pot to boil; so you walk away, maybe to dust, use the restroom, find a magazine etc. Bingo! Instructions warn that once boiling, in 10 to 15 seconds, froth is produced. And in 20 or 30 seconds it's everywhere. Those Italian coffee gurus were serious! I was shocked how much mess a cup or so of milk and coffee can make. Slow learner here, did it again, once. Today, I followed instructions and am happily drinking cappuccino and eating stollen. It's German's favorite holiday pastry, their fruitcake. Julia Child and I rate it this way; if there's rum or brandy in the pastry, not too bad, moist. When nuts and fruits stand alone, get your butter out!

Back to seasonal wonder, our favorite winter landscape is Banz Abbey, 15 miles north. The light snow was still on trees. We had to show Mark and Alli (our neighbors from 10th Ave. and now in Switzerland). A winter walk is a perfect way to relax. After hiking we took off for Coburg castle and then a Christmas market.


If you show up in Bamberg say "cheese" please! Mr. Phil Strand, Tom's hometown buddy, was on a business trip to Germany, stopping by before his departure from Munich. Great conversation was exchanged while we dined with him. Our guests get treated to dinner, their photo published,and receive a special gift. Or in Phil's case, his wife, (it's hard to buy for guys)
Now we would like to introduce our new friend, Monica. One kilometer down the road in Ebing we have a favorite gasthaus. If you don't like brats, fries and beer, it's not the place for you. Locals play cards so we took our cribbage board along to show Mark and Alli a country pub.

Bartender/waitress Monica was pleased to see us again. She shared recent traumas in her life. We were all attentive listeners, encouraging her. She willingly agreed to take our picture. (this should have been on video) So funny! All she got in the photo was part of Alli's arm and curtains. She was trying so hard, first she had the camera pointed towards her, realized it, and then took this photo. We told her we all looked good and thanked her. Monica will be featured in a future blog.
Back to the season, I'm doing my German Christmas cards today. With the help of a German/English dictionary, I hope to send out a few notes without insulting anyone.