In between all of that eating, we do sometimes manage to get out and about to see the marvelous sights, like the lakes, the bakeries, the gelato stands, and the grocery store (it used to be stores, but Tengelmann closed earlier this year. Indeed, much has closed over the past many years. When I first came to Steinebach with Stefan, there were separate stores for baked goods, milk-related dairy, eggs, meat, beverages, and fruits and veggies. It used to be that you never ever dared touch a piece of fruit at the fruit store, but instead waited for the proprietor to select the [hopefully] best pieces for you. Now everyone feels free to squeeze the peaches at Edeka). And of course we always get together with Stefan's relatives. Kaffee and dinner provide excellent opportunities to catch up with one another.
But do not think we do nothing but eat in Steinebach! On this trip, we did manage to take an excursion into Munich for a day, in order to meet with the family banker; afterward we expressed our gratitude by taking him out to lunch at a fine Bavarian establishment around the corner (not pictured).
Outdoor seating at a Munich restaurant on a typical Bavarian midsummer's day. Notice the jackets, umbrellas, and heat lamps. |
Another afternoon, we drove to Utting, a small town on the Ammersee, to meet a decades-long friend of one of my mom's decades-long friends; Dvora is an accomplished potter and retired art teacher, so in addition to all of us simply getting to know each another, we enjoyed talking about our art, first over hors d'oevres and again after a fabulous homemade dinner.
And on a Monday, we and a subgroup of relatives made a sunlit evening caravanning tour through the local countryside to admire a range of upper Bavarian country restaurant exteriors. (We could pretend this had an architectural and cultural purpose, but it turns out Monday is a Ruhetag [rest day] not only for German museums but also for Bavarian country restaurants; it took us four tries before finding a place that was open for dinner).
Our visit to Steinebach was timed to coincide with a big family birthday bash: Helen turned 90 earlier this year; Stefan's brother Rodi had turned 70; an aunt had turned 80; and Stefan was about to turn 50 and his niece Vroni 40. All of these "round birthdays" warranted a celebration!
The party was held in beautiful Schloss Sulzemoos, in what had formerly been a large arcaded stall for horses but had been converted into an exquisite restaurant, with an emphasis on locally-grown organic foods. Festivities of course began with the 4pm Carb, with coffee offered by the restaurant and an array of tasty desserts provided by several of the 50 or so guests. Selections ranged from sponge cake topped with fresh fruit to chocolate cake to apricot cake to cheesecake to spice cake to rum-soaked nut cake to creamy mango pudding, and on and on and on.
During the pause between Kaffee and the onset of dinner, we mingled with relatives and friends who had traveled from near and far. We worked off some of the calories by walking all the way to the church next door (at least 100 meters distant--200 if you count the walk back) to look inside. The Baroque church is one of the oldest in the county, with a foundation dating back some 1200 years.
Later, back at the restaurant, everyone enjoyed a four-plus course meal, beginning with a salad (the perfect mix of crisp, tender, and crunchy), followed by the best ravioli I've ever had (homemade pasta filled with ricotta and greens, on a bed of fresh spinach, topped with fried sage leaves and lightly warmed cherry tomatoes; holy moley). There were main courses and sides for carnivores and vegetarians alike, and then, several hours after dinner began, it ended with Bavarian creme and sliced mascerated strawberries.
Rodi and Renate had arranged for someone to bring in an electronic keyboard, and Helen's neighbor Berthhold had checked out some scores from the Munich City Library, so between courses we built up our appetites by playing sentimental oldie Tangos while friends and family sang along. Renate had written some humorous Staenzl (verses)--a Bavarian big party tradition--to roast the birthday honorees, which she and a trio of other relatives sang to the accompaniment of Berthhold's accordion. Things wrapped up at a regretfully early 11pm, but the immediate family hung around a while longer, chatting contentedly about food and other topics.
11pm: Satt |
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