OktoberFest

Coming back from Frankfurt at the Seattle airport, a very polite customs agent asked me ''so you're coming from Germany, you wouldn't by any chance brough back some German sausages?''.

Me: of course not, I don't eat meat.

It's called lying.

Few nights later a roaring Oktoberfest party was had at the house that Team Mia built. We made the traditional ''butcher's platter'' with different brats cooked with sauerkrauts, shallots, stock & bacon. Knodel (potato balls) were made from potato powder bboiled in salted water. At least 6 different type of German cold cuts were consumed with Germany beer (Troy provided the Beck mini keg). Kaoru, who was recently in Hungary, brought over Hungarian sausages & caviar while German music from Ute Lemper & Das Kauf blared from iTunes.

I thought about making the traditional ''gluwein'' - spiced hot wine that is usually drunken during the holidays - but decidedly I had too much to handle. Next year would like to roast a pig shoulder or hock wa ha ha ha.