Today we officially welcomed Autumn into our lives. After a brisk run in Wilde Park, Karen and I rode our bikes over to our neighborhood pumpkinfest, Kurbis in German. As we strolled the blocks of vendors and amusement rides our tummies cried out for some kurbis so we shared a hot bowl of pumpkin soup and some hot, spiced wine called Gluhwein. Karen noticed that all the folks around us were eating something called Kaiserschmarrn, so we got in line to sample the large fluffy chopped pancake bits topped with applesauce. On our way out we selected a cute little pumpkin that may get some facial surgery, along with a few colorful gourds to decorate our table. But we couldn't leave without grabbing a Feuer-Kringle, which is a Bohemian pastry roasted on a large spit which looks like a cylindrical cinnamon roll. We enjoyed all the warm goodies so much that Karen came home and warmed the house with some homemade soup and cookies to last us the week.
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| Piping hot Feuer-Kringle |
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| Our pumpkin safely belted to the back of Kyle's bike |
Kyle, thanks for sharing such a fun part of your lives!!! I've RSSed the blog and look forward to your posts. Love how you were able to safely transport that precious cargo on two wheels :)
ReplyDeleteI love the pumpkin!
ReplyDeleteYour blog is amazing - love the intro to the german language, and you guys just keep me giggling. So happy for you! Still hoping to come visit if my schedule and budget permit...
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