Glühwein, Flammkuchen and a Show



Cellpic Sunday at the Speyrer Christmas market.
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That’s the motto! And I can’t help laughing everytime I see these condiment contraptions at sausage stands. Putting on mustard and ketchup feels like milking a cow. Which is WRONG. Didn’t your mother tell you not with your food? Even if you’re a fly. He … Continue reading fud fun
Strange to see how a good dinner and feasting reconciles everybody. Samuel Pepys, 9 November 1665 Ragtag Daily Prompt: Reconcile
The last on the SD card in the camera.
The magnolia tree in our back garden is getting bigger every year.
For the last one of the SD card in the mobile phone I actually have to show two photos.
When I opened the gallery of the phone the last photo I found was this one:
Our grandson has found the editing facilities in my phone. This is a photo he took of his dad.
This is the last photo on the SD card that I took:
Not a work of art and I feel it also does need an explanation. Our son had forgotten to let me know that he wouldn’t be home for dinner. Since I had made one of his favourite dishes (Kässpätzle) I thought I had to show him what he was missing.


Henry was not long in coming.
He had one thought only:
“It tastes good here.”
Orange food for Life in Colour in October.

A waffle with a kind of marshmallow centre, it was a staple at the kiosk at the public swimming pool when I was little. It has made kind of a comeback on the supermarket shelves, like other nostalgia food. It tastes as artificial as the pastel colours.

A Flammekueche, the tarte flambé from the Alsace region boxed up. It’s not the traditional one with onions, bacon and sour cream but made with olives, pepperoni, and feta cheese. Modern varieties have become fashionable in German beer gardens during the last few years.
Linked to The Cosmic Photo Challenge: Food as Art.