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Here is what we're working with for the 19th of May:
Write out your favorite joke (or fairy tale or poem). Then rewrite that narrative as a tragedy, as a limerick, as a haiku, as a serious academic treatise, as a breaking news story, or as the script for a music video.
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German beer specialties at the
Black Forest Brooklyn: Gaffel Kölsch and Köstritzer Schwarzbier |
Everybody in Germany knows about the Weißwurstäquator (white sausage equator), which splits my country at the height of the Main River into a northern and southern part. However, further north, there is not only another west-east dividing line separating two beer-drinking regions, but also a beer-border triangle: Kölsch, Alt, and Pils.
In Cologne in the south, they brew and are proud of their well-known Kölsch, a top-fermented light beer the inhabitants of Cologne regard as the one and only beer in the world.
Further north in the city of Düsseldorf, people sitting at the longest bar on
earth proudly slurp their Altbier, a top-fermented beer too, but
dark.
Driving east, you will get to Essen, where, in the tradition of the former
miners, men wash down the coal dust with liters of Pils, brewed in the Ruhr
district as a bottom-fermented beer in the Pilsen style.
Breaking News: Native of Cologne Blows Beer Summit
This morning three men met for a beer summit in a pub located precisely at the point in the Rhineland where three "beer borders" meet. When the waiter approached their table and asked the man from Düsseldorf what he would like to drink, the expected answer was, "Bring me an Alt."
Breaking News: Native of Cologne Blows Beer Summit
This morning three men met for a beer summit in a pub located precisely at the point in the Rhineland where three "beer borders" meet. When the waiter approached their table and asked the man from Düsseldorf what he would like to drink, the expected answer was, "Bring me an Alt."
Then the waiter turned to the former coal miner from Essen, who answered,
"Gimme a Pils."
When, however, he asked the Kölsch Jung, the man from Cologne, "What
would you like to drink, Sir?" the answer was: "Serve me a Coke."
"But why don't you order a Kölsch?" the shattered waiter retorted. The answer was, "Well, when the other guys don't drink beer, I do not want a beer either."
"But why don't you order a Kölsch?" the shattered waiter retorted. The answer was, "Well, when the other guys don't drink beer, I do not want a beer either."
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I'm not so sure my friends from Essen would agree. I did have to laugh though! The cake looks good with a dark beer, I would have to spritz it with Kirschwasser though!
ReplyDeleteA great story, written long before we met. I'm now set up to follow your blog
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