We done got ourselves invited to a BBQ- German style!
The Scientist's lab mate had invited us over for a BBQ. The host had a daughter Baby Bird's age and one other couple who had a slightly older child.
They asked us to bring a dessert so I made some brownies thinking I could give some Germans a little taste of America.
I love grilled food. We don't have a grill here and I really miss it considering 50% of our meals were probably cooked on a grill all year long back in the States.
They live in Potsdam so we (really long story) eventually figured out there is a Regionale Train (RE7) that leaves from a station right near us. It only takes 18 minutes to get there! However, this Regionale train is very tricky...you have to walk past the first S-bahn station to get to another station. It also has a 24 hour fruit market in front of it. 24 hours? That is totally unheard of in Germany! Anyways, who thinks they need an apple or potatoes at 3am?
We eventually found the station, our train and even had about 1 min left. She had also mentioned that we should bring some bier also but there was a Aldi's across the street from her house so we didn't have to bring it with us.
We stopped at the Aldi's after getting off the very crowded, extremely hot train and found a selection of 3 different kinds of beers - weiss beer, dunkel beer and a Pils. We thought the weiss sounded most appealing.
We got over to their house and suddenly I was very nervous. We must have rang their bell 4 times and they still didn't come until I noticed a sign above that said "Bitte mehr klingen" (Please ring more) So one last time we rang it feeling like we were already annoying our hosts and they finally came out.
We went into their backyard and their little girl and Baby Bird played in the sand together. Ok, not together but more like parallel play. Baby Bird would stick his fingers in the sand and then she would copy him. She would dump sand on the truck and then he dumped sand on the truck. It was very cute.
Our host explained to us that we were to eat Thüringer Rostbratwurst. She explained that this was a very authentic sausage and you put them in a small roll and eat them with mustard. They were really good but I am not sure what the allure is about them.
We were then offered bier. She went to go get the bier we brought but realized it was weiss bier and she sadly explained she didn't have any weiss bier glasses. The scientist blurted out that we are ok to drink them out of the bottle and she looked really confused. Her husband then explained you can't drink weiss bier from the bottle because it needs to mix. (still not sure about this one) Blunder #1!!!
Dinner was ready and the other couple hadn't shown up but our host kept encouraging us to eat. So we started to take one bite when the other couple showed up of course. As they walked in, I caught a glimpse of his T-shirt. See anything wrong with it? (remember-he had a 4 year old with him!)
This is the exact shirt and if you wanted to purchase one for yourself, you can find them here!
The Scientist and I just sat there with our mouths gaping open and tried not to stare.
Did he know we could speak English? Was he trying to provoke us? Does he just want to rent-a-bi---?
Back to the BBQ, dinner was delightful until we started to cut into my brownies which WERE NOT COMPLETELY COOKED! The middle was gooey...Egads!!!! I had overcooked them last time I made them and so I took them out a few minutes earlier this time but evidently was too early!!!
The Germans called them "lecker" (delicious) and continued to eat almost the whole pan but I was totally embarrassed. The outsides were kind of cooked. In my defense we have a convection oven instead of a conventional oven so it takes some time to get used too. I asked them if they had eaten brownies before and they all seemed to think it was common. Myth #4 that Germans don't eat brownies - BUSTED! (just like one of my favorite shows!)
Conversation was interesting as Porno shirt Dad couldn't or wouldn't speak any English so either we were speaking English or they were speaking German together.
After dinner, it was getting slightly dark but was still nice so we stayed outside and watched the bats fly around. Baby Bird was OBSESSED with bats and kept saying "Bap Flying" over and over again. (The "p" is there intentionally)
We finally left, ran to our train and barely made it. The whole train ride home, we had the giggles about the T-shirt.
Needless to say, I don't think we will be invited again...unless they need some more gooey brownies!