On Super Bowls and Semmel Rolls
Super Bowls
So, as it turns out, Germany is 6 hours ahead of the East Coast of the United States. This usually just means that it's a bit difficult to catch up to folks on weekdays (especially those that work 9-5), but otherwise no big deal. Then, my Steelers found themselves in the Super Bowl.
Which *starts* at midnight. On Sunday night. Covered by the BBC on my hotel television.
So, it was a very, very late night of watching football, and watching the British "announcer team" grimace as they had to call it "Football", despite hating American Football with every fiber of their being. Luckily, they threw Rod Woodson in there for some American perspective or it would have been unbearable. You see, they don't show the U.S. commercials on the BBC, so they just talk through the commercial breaks. They talk about anything and everything- from Posh Spice to Old Spice, from Auzzie-rules to the latest in World Cup Handball. It was interesting and novel this time, but I think I'll miss the Clydesdales after a few years.
The game was fantastic, but had the potential to be a real heartbreaker for Steelers fans. It was a sloppy game, and really not well officiated. If I were a Cardinal fan, I would probably be moaning about some of the calls (Really? No review of the final fumble? Roughing the HOLDER?) until I died in the palm-tree imported desert wasteland called Arizona. That said, I was on the edge of my seat for most of the fourth quarter. Quite a feat for being 4:00 AM.
Semmel Rolls
(more appropriately called Brötchen here in Rhineland.)
These things. Are. Awesome. Now, I knew this coming in, but I'm affirming it anew every day. I rip them apart (which takes Herculean fortitude at 7 AM, particularly after watching Soccer, er, Football, er, whatever until 5 AM) and slather them with:
Which is even more awesome and makes me want to:
Seriously, folks. They sell this stuff in the USA - right near the peanut butter - and you are doing yourself and your future generations and your ancestry and your dependents a disservice if you don't at least buy one jar and put it on some bread and consume it. It's hazelnut butter with cocoa mixed in God's personal pantry.
More later...
So, as it turns out, Germany is 6 hours ahead of the East Coast of the United States. This usually just means that it's a bit difficult to catch up to folks on weekdays (especially those that work 9-5), but otherwise no big deal. Then, my Steelers found themselves in the Super Bowl.
Which *starts* at midnight. On Sunday night. Covered by the BBC on my hotel television.
So, it was a very, very late night of watching football, and watching the British "announcer team" grimace as they had to call it "Football", despite hating American Football with every fiber of their being. Luckily, they threw Rod Woodson in there for some American perspective or it would have been unbearable. You see, they don't show the U.S. commercials on the BBC, so they just talk through the commercial breaks. They talk about anything and everything- from Posh Spice to Old Spice, from Auzzie-rules to the latest in World Cup Handball. It was interesting and novel this time, but I think I'll miss the Clydesdales after a few years.
The game was fantastic, but had the potential to be a real heartbreaker for Steelers fans. It was a sloppy game, and really not well officiated. If I were a Cardinal fan, I would probably be moaning about some of the calls (Really? No review of the final fumble? Roughing the HOLDER?) until I died in the palm-tree imported desert wasteland called Arizona. That said, I was on the edge of my seat for most of the fourth quarter. Quite a feat for being 4:00 AM.
Semmel Rolls
(more appropriately called Brötchen here in Rhineland.)
These things. Are. Awesome. Now, I knew this coming in, but I'm affirming it anew every day. I rip them apart (which takes Herculean fortitude at 7 AM, particularly after watching Soccer, er, Football, er, whatever until 5 AM) and slather them with:
Which is even more awesome and makes me want to:
Seriously, folks. They sell this stuff in the USA - right near the peanut butter - and you are doing yourself and your future generations and your ancestry and your dependents a disservice if you don't at least buy one jar and put it on some bread and consume it. It's hazelnut butter with cocoa mixed in God's personal pantry.
More later...
Labels: Germany, God's Pantry, Rod Woodson
posted by Tim and Traci at 2:27 PM
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