chocolatebuddha

Oh! How guilty do I feel to have been missing in action? Not very much. Like the four different seasons that come and go, autumn for me had been one special season in the year where blogging about food wasn’t high enough in the priority list given the limited 24 hours a day.

But my enthusiasm and love for food had never once waned in these months, as you will see evidently soon in the next few weeks as I will try my best to chronicle these last weeks.

During my last days in Munich, I bade my “Auf Wiedersehen und bis Januar!“s to that daily shopkeeper of the Konditorei Stemerowitz who greets me warmly every day as I pop in for a breakfast croissant, a tea time nougat ring, some weekend ciabatta with olives or a surprise visit for some decadent raspberry cake. It’s a lovely and warm feeling to be able to pass by him on my way out every morning and wave hello from outside.

Over the east side in Haidhausen, the Turkish grocer had grown accustomed to seeing me enter his shop almost at closing time every Tuesday for 8 weeks. And as I leave with a basket full of Italian rucola, veal fillet, Spanish clementines, fresh goats cheese, black olives and the occasional baby calamaris (fresh seafood only on Tuesdays and Thursdays!), he throws in some extra potatoes or a big round persimmon into my basket. He asked me, “Do you miss your family at home?” I said, “Yes. But I will miss you and your wundervoll store in these 7 weeks..”, as I communicated in my pathetic smattering of German.

Lastly I ceremoniously made my last cup of latte from my beloved espresso machine, which I had christened to my dear friends D & T to provide some TLC during these time when I’m back home.

Sometimes in order to appreciate what’s dear for you, you need to have the courage to leave them for a while.

• 8 December 2007
• germany, jet set
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