Journey in Germany - Marion Einbeck
Journey in Germany - Marion Einbeck
Journey in Germany - Marion Einbeck
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sounds, the w<strong>in</strong>dow is open, a Jesus looks at us on a shelf from<br />
where he watches the world, a sunflower <strong>in</strong> a little vase bends<br />
its head, and the w<strong>in</strong>e we are tast<strong>in</strong>g is <strong>in</strong>comparable, as<br />
is Arne’s smile this even<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
It had taken five generations to turn a farm<br />
that subsequently became a butcher’s shop<br />
<strong>in</strong>to one of the f<strong>in</strong>est restaurants <strong>in</strong> the<br />
region.<br />
The place could boast a kitchen masterfully<br />
orchestrated by a chef of whom<br />
it could be said that he was “born <strong>in</strong><br />
the theater,” for the<br />
expression “born <strong>in</strong><br />
the kitchen” doesn’t<br />
exist, not even<br />
when a cook<strong>in</strong>g<br />
pot is one’s first<br />
home. W<strong>in</strong>f<br />
r i e d<br />
SCHWARZWALD HOTEL ADLER<br />
Zumkeller<br />
came <strong>in</strong> a<br />
s t r a i g h t<br />
l<strong>in</strong>e from<br />
p r a c t i -<br />
tioners of<br />
the food<br />
profession. After his<br />
father—a sometime<br />
chef and a butcher<br />
the rest of the<br />
time—W<strong>in</strong>fried, the<br />
family’s son, had <strong>in</strong><br />
turn become an<br />
ambassador of f<strong>in</strong>e<br />
food. Through<br />
hard work and<br />
with a strong will,<br />
he’d even managed<br />
to make his place<br />
<strong>in</strong>to one of the<br />
f<strong>in</strong>est restaurants<br />
to be found <strong>in</strong> all<br />
of <strong>Germany</strong>.<br />
W<strong>in</strong>fried was a<br />
great cook and,<br />
like all great<br />
cooks, had reta<strong>in</strong>ed<br />
his good nature and a<br />
generosity that made him a most<br />
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Hausern - 3.40 pm<br />
appeal<strong>in</strong>g and especially popular person.<br />
To be conv<strong>in</strong>ced of this, all you needed<br />
to do on a Saturday night, was wander<br />
through the crowd of guests wait<strong>in</strong>g to<br />
meet the master. If by chance there was<br />
an empty seat, you’d sit down wait<strong>in</strong>g<br />
for the arrival of the chef who’d appear<br />
<strong>in</strong> due time to have a friendly chat with<br />
each of the guests. Everyone would<br />
await his turn and it would all happen <strong>in</strong><br />
an established, prize-giv<strong>in</strong>g ritual.<br />
When our moment had come to be<br />
noticed, we behaved like two children<br />
confronted by a teacher, as we stuttered<br />
a few words. W<strong>in</strong>fried was polite and<br />
acted as if he hadn’t noticed our stammer<strong>in</strong>g, but asked us<br />
with a great smile what we’d like to have for d<strong>in</strong>ner. His manners<br />
were gentle, he had beautiful frizzy hair, very light blue<br />
eyes, and he wore a white chef’s jacket and dark pants. After<br />
<strong>in</strong>troduc<strong>in</strong>g us to his slender wife, who was wear<strong>in</strong>g the traditional<br />
regional dress, he led us to our table. They were an<br />
open-m<strong>in</strong>ded couple who loved foreigners. We were immediately<br />
at ease with Mr. and Mrs. Zumkeller.<br />
The meal that followed was, without a doubt, one of the f<strong>in</strong>est<br />
we have ever tasted <strong>in</strong> <strong>Germany</strong>. Even now, the memory makes<br />
my mouth water. A tuna carpaccio with a well-seasoned curry<br />
sauce was a sun-drenched, sparkl<strong>in</strong>g dish that warmed both<br />
body and soul. A small gem of splendid, tender lamb followed.<br />
It was presented like an egg enveloped <strong>in</strong> aspic,<br />
with dried tomatoes, and impudent ceps like hot and<br />
hilarious will-o’-the-wisps on the tongue. A perch came<br />
next, surreptitiously slipp<strong>in</strong>g its smooth, full body <strong>in</strong>to a corner<br />
of the mouth, its consistency aromatic, caress<strong>in</strong>g, and silky.<br />
We were regal<strong>in</strong>g ourselves, dr<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g the exceptional w<strong>in</strong>es of<br />
the Bercher v<strong>in</strong>eyards. Dear God, how f<strong>in</strong>e all of this really<br />
was! The crawfish that came next were equally worthy of<br />
be<strong>in</strong>g remembered but, because it was so good, the dish seemed<br />
almost too small. It was round, dense, and ample, stay<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong><br />
the mouth, and came with a lively, sensual bisque. It was a<br />
marvel of f<strong>in</strong>e eat<strong>in</strong>g. The chef proved to be a superb sauce<br />
maker. How can one not mention the course that followed,<br />
which truly had to be good to suffer the comparison<br />
of excellence with what we had just tasted. A<br />
marvelous and royal Venison, the traditional dish, arrived,<br />
accompanied by small beads of flavorful and tender spätzli <strong>in</strong><br />
f<strong>in</strong>e butter. Then there were sweet, tender, and creamy baby<br />
cabbages, served on a small plate. For dessert we decided to<br />
have a compote of quetsch and plums, and we also tasted the<br />
champagne Sabayone and hazelnut ice cream. It was an<br />
exquisite moment.<br />
We could now talk at leisure about the warm and carefully<br />
chosen décor of the bright pillared room we’d been given, from<br />
the large soft bed, <strong>in</strong> which we slept very well, to the gorgeous<br />
and cheerful façade of the hotel with its balconies filled with<br />
pots of flowers <strong>in</strong> every color. For us, however, none of this<br />
had the same importance anymore, because Mr. Zumkeller’s<br />
cuis<strong>in</strong>e superseded everyth<strong>in</strong>g else and was, <strong>in</strong> and of itself,<br />
well worth the trip.<br />
In Munich we had decided we would go to Murnau, about<br />
which we had read <strong>in</strong> a tourist brochure, for a few days of<br />
rest. The high mounta<strong>in</strong>s of the Zugspitze were tempt<strong>in</strong>g us<br />
with their sharp forms that purify the heart from any worldly<br />
desire. We were dream<strong>in</strong>g of long walks, wander<strong>in</strong>g hither<br />
and yon, and achiev<strong>in</strong>g the lengthy hikes necessary to reach<br />
Gletscherbahn at and altitude of 2,964 meters. We wanted to<br />
climb the mounta<strong>in</strong>, stop at every turn and take advantage of<br />
the unobstructed view over the opulent landscapes whipped<br />
up by the Föhn. Its breath would <strong>in</strong>crease the view, blow<br />
away the clouds, and br<strong>in</strong>g good weather. The power of the<br />
rocky barrier would<br />
parade before our<br />
eyes, and the peaks,<br />
which had seemed to<br />
block the horizon<br />
just a few m<strong>in</strong>utes<br />
earlier, would be<br />
reach<strong>in</strong>g up beh<strong>in</strong>d<br />
it. It would try to<br />
reta<strong>in</strong> each of the<br />
extraord<strong>in</strong>ary, mobile<br />
colors that were<br />
blend<strong>in</strong>g together.<br />
This way we’d<br />
escape from the<br />
rout<strong>in</strong>e of the<br />
usual perspectives<br />
and recognize the<br />
image before us of<br />
the four neighbor<strong>in</strong>g<br />
countries <strong>in</strong> a<br />
panorama that<br />
rendered one<br />
speechless. We’d be able to see farther and at the same time<br />
we’d discover this part of <strong>Germany</strong>; the Dolomites and Italy;<br />
the peak of the Bern<strong>in</strong>a and Switzerland; the Grossvenediger<br />
and Austria. We wanted to see the last outposts of the<br />
Kaisergebirge, the Dachste<strong>in</strong>, and the Karwendel; the icy summits<br />
of the Upper Tauern; the Upper Alps of the Tyrol, the<br />
Ortler, and the Bern<strong>in</strong>a; the mounta<strong>in</strong>s of the Allgau and the<br />
Ammergau; the lower regions of Bavaria. We were eager and<br />
impatient and wanted only to beg<strong>in</strong> wander<strong>in</strong>g under these<br />
skies that were unknown to us. As we were driv<strong>in</strong>g rather fast,<br />
the distance dim<strong>in</strong>ished and so did the hours, and soon we<br />
were arriv<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the blue land we had wanted to get to know<br />
so much. We were <strong>in</strong> Murnau.<br />
Closely associated with the hotel, Thomas Heilig had welcomed<br />
us with a dazzl<strong>in</strong>g smile as soon as we arrived. Fac<strong>in</strong>g the<br />
blue sky, the young, elegant manager of the Alpenhof chatted<br />
ALPENHOF MURNAU<br />
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Murnau - 5.36 pm<br />
about the f<strong>in</strong>e weather we must have brought with us, then<br />
oblig<strong>in</strong>gly asked after our trip, cleverly keep<strong>in</strong>g our ideas <strong>in</strong><br />
m<strong>in</strong>d.<br />
We’d entered the place through the paved courtyard of the<br />
hotel, all <strong>in</strong> flower, and parked our car <strong>in</strong> front of the ma<strong>in</strong><br />
entrance, <strong>in</strong> the court surrounded by well-kept build<strong>in</strong>gs, the<br />
way the great Swiss chalets are <strong>in</strong> the green mounta<strong>in</strong> pastures<br />
and fields. Thomas seemed to enjoy our pleasant exchanges<br />
that cont<strong>in</strong>ued until even<strong>in</strong>g on the terrace and later at a table<br />
<strong>in</strong> the d<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g room of the genteel restaurant. We found out<br />
that the young man was married and that his wife orig<strong>in</strong>ally<br />
came from South Africa where they had met, and that they<br />
had two children. Outside of his family, which mattered more<br />
to him than anyth<strong>in</strong>g else, Thomas loved his profession. He<br />
was proud to have had his first hotel experience as a kitchen<br />
apprentice, even if<br />
he’d rather quickly<br />
come to prefer<br />
work<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the d<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g<br />
room before<br />
f<strong>in</strong>ally tak<strong>in</strong>g over<br />
the direction of the<br />
establishment. He<br />
spoke so wonderfully<br />
about his<br />
adopted Bavaria,<br />
which he liked to<br />
compare to Austria,<br />
the land of his<br />
birth. We listened<br />
to him, enjoy<strong>in</strong>g<br />
the moment of communication<br />
and<br />
shar<strong>in</strong>g, which<br />
mixed with the<br />
cloudless sky,<br />
the distant blue<br />
mounta<strong>in</strong>s and,<br />
at their feet, the sheep-like wool of water droplets<br />
subdu<strong>in</strong>g them <strong>in</strong> a strange shawl of mist, the delicate<br />
blooms on the balconies close to us, and the flowers <strong>in</strong><br />
the park and pastures. On the table stood freshly<br />
squeezed fruit juices that Thomas had offered us; the buttercup<br />
yellow façade of the house responded to the rays of the<br />
sun; the shutters, green like little corners of the field were<br />
open<strong>in</strong>g up to spr<strong>in</strong>gtime. Water<strong>in</strong>g cans <strong>in</strong> every color and<br />
size seemed to be stand<strong>in</strong>g at attention on the ground <strong>in</strong> the<br />
perfect alignment of a squadron ready for <strong>in</strong>spection.<br />
We were stay<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> one of the elegant w<strong>in</strong>gs of the hotel and<br />
occupied the prettiest suite one could dream of. A bottle of<br />
bubbly champagne awaited us <strong>in</strong> its silver bucket together<br />
with endlessly appetiz<strong>in</strong>g delicacies on delightful little platters.<br />
Their s<strong>in</strong>ful and delicious little bites aroused our desire<br />
and were devoured <strong>in</strong> less time than it takes to mention them.