Wurst party
Will and I have had to tone it down a little these days with our eating habits. There’s a big Fleischskandal (meat scandal) going through the media - some crooked meat-packing plant “in the west” somewhere has been selling old, inedible meat repackaged as fresh - and Sonja won’t talk about anything else. Sonja is a vegan now. And what’s worse, she just turned vegan about six weeks ago so she’s still really militant about it. In other words, she’s still hungry all the time and irritable as hell.
Unreliable sources inform me that long-time vegans eventually learn how to stop being hungry and then stop experiencing basic human emotions and then end up levitating out the window one day or something but that’s just something I’ve heard said and I’m not sure if it's really true or not.
Unfortunately, Will and I belong to the Wurstfaktion (sausage supporters) and have to eat something every once in a while. Like right now. Sonja just left to go to the Biobäcker (ecological-type-bread baker) so we figure we’ve got about twenty minutes. It’s Will’s stash this time and he pulls out this gorgeous Prager Schinken and 300 grams of Blutwurst. Talk about a Wurst party. Hey, maybe we should consider starting a political one...
We rip open the windows when we’re done to get the smell out (only took us four minutes, by the way). Will would have liked to have enjoyed that cigarette danach (afterwards), but Sonja also quit smoking last year.
Ever try a Berliner Currywurst?
