For some stupid reason, I’ve always thought I disliked Germanic cuisine.  Part of this might be because my German mother-in-law, bless her heart, isn’t big on making meals from scratch, as she readily admits.  During my first visit to her house, she served a box of spaetzle (an egg-based dumpling) that looked and smelled just like the formaldehyde-soaked fat bodies of the frogs we dissected in high-school biology.  Needless to say, I spent most of the meal trying to hide the rubbery chunks beneath my napkin.  Great way to make a fabulous first impression on my future in-laws. Continue reading Vienna’s Culinary Delights →