A Trip to the German Christmas Market

It was another trip to the German Christmas Market tonight, this time with Sheral and Tara. What can I say—we pretty much ate everything in sight. It was funny at first, but within two hours that overly full feeling began to set in and we could barely waddle back to Tara’s place. It’s tough to say no when you’re with a group of enablers—the look on our faces as we watched them drizzle an insane amount of gooey melted cheese over bread, smoked meat and pickles was priceless, along with moving in super slow-motion with jaws open as we passed the fountains of chocolate that covered freshly cut fruit. The pretzels were hot right out of the oven, the cider was nice and spicy, and the waffles-on-a-stick were the final straw that broke the foodies’ back.

In amongst the ornament shopping, fair trade dolls, and countless wooden toys, was all the German you can get—from the people behind the stands to the fabulous little band at centre stage chiming out Christmas songs with a German twist. We had a ton of laughs, making as many jokes as we could about the abundance of sausages everywhere and the ridiculous amount of food we consumed. A few things were purchased that were not edible, including pickle Christmas tree ornaments and some delicious wintery-flavoured tea. At the end of the night, after we had eaten ourselves into a stupor with the waffle-goodness that required a moment alone (they were THAT good), we headed out, feeling a tad sick perhaps. It was a great night...the question is, what will the morning hold?