Sunday, November 13, 2011

Primavera


Haribo Primavera is a marshmallowy strawberry treat.


Primavera is somewhat like a marshmallow Peep - you know, those little yellow chicks? - with a harder exterior and different flavor. We have a somewhat dense marshmallow with a somewhat thick crust/skin, covered in adorable pink sugar.
Primavera is an easy to eat Haribo, and melts away in your mouth quickly. The taste is alright, but I would be lying if I claimed it resembles actual strawberries. It strikes me as somewhat artificial, as opposed to other Haribo varieties that use real fruit juice as flavoring.
In fact, it's a little boring. This isn't a variety that someone could enjoy an entire bag of - after a handful, you decide to end the ordeal and move on to something better.


I give it a 2.5 out of 5

Urlaub in Ostfriesland

We bike along the dike

We learn about the different species of Seagulls

The Wattenmeer. The Ebb and Flut are somewhat extreme, and the water recedes enough each day for one to walk around and explore the muck.


The shortest lighthouse in Germany


Another point along the coast


Jever is the local brew, but everybody has their favorite

Of course we celebrated Halloween


It was too mucky to get far

Whoops!

Sunday, November 6, 2011

On food

Here in Germany, food is something exciting to experience. Here are a few observations of mine:

Eating as a family is somewhat important, and it seems to be more common than in America.

Bread is a part of everyday life. It is consumed with every meal, and sometimes, it IS the meal! Frühstück/breakfast, for instance. Families either keep a stock of different breads (usually sliced), or send someone out every morning to the closest Bäckerei (trust me- no matter where you are, a bakery will never be too far) to fetch some fresh Brötchen. Brötchen are plain white dinner rolls that can be eaten with marmalade, butter, nutella, meats and cheeses, etc. Watch out, though- some Germans find it strange, or "American" to combine meat and cheese on bread. They like one or the other.

Another thing that raised some eyebrows in my family was the presence of chips on the same plate where my sandwich rested. What a strange combination, they said. The presence of any fruit (berries, pears, grapefruit) in a salad is also unthinkable, but after tasting it, they usually come around.

The milk here is always pasteurized- so much, in fact, that it doesn't need to be refrigerated! It is usually kept in the basement, in waxed paper cartons, until needed in the kitchen.

Many adults drink "kakao," known to Americans as chocolate milk. There are many variation on Nesquik here, and German men like to keep a carton handy to get their chocolate fix at breakfast. All I can think of when I see this is "inner child inner child inner child!"

Germans also take their coffee very seriously. Nearly every home I've been in so far has had a fancy coffee machine, plus a standard coffee maker and an electric kettle for boiling water. I guess you need some backup in case of emergency.

It is much easier here than in America to find organic, or "bio" foods. It's also somewhat cheaper, so many people can afford to eat produce that is pesticide-free. At the large supermarkets, there is usually a great bio selection. My host family also shops at a bio farm once every week. It's a neat little family run business.

Potatoes are very popular here, but potato skins are not. It's just a custom, but I read somewhere once that it started more or less because of the Chernobyl incident, because the radiation was so widespread, and produce in Europe comes from all around the continent. Who knows. I was always told that all of the vitamins and minerals reside in the peel.

I am astounded at the price of alcohol here. Of course, alcohol imported from America is expensive, but everything made in Europe is really quite cheap. Premium wine from Spain or Italy? No problem - seven bucks for a nice bottle. Three bucks for table wine, which beats the pants off of American box wine. The beer situation is neat, too. Germans, especially Bavarians, have stringent Reinheitsgebot (purity regulations) for their beer, so one can be sure that he's drinking a quality product made with the best ingredients. Prost!

As a huge fun of marzipan, I am happy to report that it is ubiquitous, cheap and fresh here. I was lucky enough to visit Lübeck with my host family, where the best marzipan in Europe comes from. There I saw more marzipan figurines and flavors than I'd ever imagined could be possible.

One small disappointment here is that bacon doesn't really exist. One can buy a small container of bacon cubes for cooking, but I have yet to hear of or see any strips of bacon.

13.11.11 Correction: After extensive searching, I found American style bacon at a large grocery store. Life is good.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Balla Balla

So far, I haven't found Balla Balla in Deutschland. While all of the spin-offs and variations exist, the plain old original is hard to come by. I found this bag here in Amsterdam and snatched it up right away.




Your basic Balla Balla is a chewy wrapping similar to a fruit roll up (but thicker) that covers a filling of softer candy. This interior has a consistency of warm modeling clay, and melts away as you eat it. Heavenly.



Compared to other Haribo, they aren't the prettiest candy. However, I can assure you that their flavor makes up the difference, and then some. Within the Balla Balla variety, we find five distinct and mouth-watering (no really, my host sister and I started salivating) flavors:

(Improvisation/assumptions)
Red - Sweet Apple
Yellow - Lemon
Green - Lime
Purple - Blackberry
Brown - COLA!



In my humble opinion, Balla Balla is truly a Haribo that the whole family can enjoy - the flavors span the taste limitations of different generations, and they don't require much chewing - even toothless Oma sitting in the corner in her rocking chair.

If you ever come across Balla Balla, make the right choice and eat it.
That is all.

4.9 of 5

Monday, October 10, 2011

One Month in Wesel / M.M.

So today is my one month anniversary since my arrival here in Wesel.
I'm going to skip over the awkward parts and describe the present instead:

I have a wonderful host family; I consider myself lucky every day to have been placed here with them.

My life here isn't too fast-paced, but I like it that way.

I ride my bike about 4km to school, weather permitting, and park it amongst a few hundred others.

My classes include Philosophy, History, Music, Chemistry, Soccer, and English and Biology as my main focus.
Some of the subject material is review, and some is new to me, but I am learning more and more German all the while.

I've lost my fear of making mistakes, and now I can carry on conversations with adults, relatives, shopkeepers, etc. Suprisingly, teenagers are the most difficult, because they assume that I don't understand them and they use too much slang. Yes, I'm allowed to talk about teenagers using too much slang.. because I have forgotten all of mine, along with curse words and many colloquialisms.

I can't honestly say that there is one thing or another here that bothers me or is difficult to overcome, though I do miss driving very much. And water fountains.

The food is wonderful. So wonderful that I'm cutting myself off from my favorite - raspberry marmalade - bread, and all other forms of sugar, so that I don't return home 30 pounds heavier!

My host family and I took a weekend trip to Amsterdam with a friend's boat two weekends ago. Suprisingly, it was not hard at all to get along with three other people in a tiny boat abode.. I actually found it super entertaining, and I know that my host dad had a blast being Captain. Amsterdam was gorgeous, and I was especially mesmerized by how fashionable the people there are.. every man, woman and child (and some dogs) were dressed up, with a highly varied mix of styles. My host sister says it's in their genes.. Or maybe their jeans (ha!)?

This last weekend, we all went up to Hamburg to visit my host mom's uncle for his birthday. Everybody I met had already heard about me, and already had a multitude of questions planned to ask me! The party was great, though really do need to get around to partying with people my own age and not my host parents.. I have to admit, though, a guilty pleasure I have developed: Schlager music. It's 70's style, a little techno at times, fist-pumpable at other times, and always either about a romantic subject or a drinking insructable. It's beyond cheesy, and my host sister is utterly against it, but I can't help it.

As for now, I have to stay afloat in school until the Fall Break, and then the fun can really begin!









Ahso, you didn't think I would let you get away without more Haribo, did you? Come on now, get with the program.
These are Lakritz Schneller, or Licorice Snails. I think it's pretty self-explanatory, but let me note that I rank them a 4.0 of 5 on their own! Unfortunately, I didn't grab a bag of just these.. I had to go fancy and try the Matador Mix:



And, you know, it just might be the fact that I hate Matadors (you can skip to 1:30 if you please) that made this bag of otherwise alright confectionary sustenance taste strange, but who knows.




SO, we have some big Polynesian heads that taste like tar, some candy covered licorice that isn't anything to write home about, and some mice that are just downright strange. Ho-hum, Matador Mix. Ho-hum.

This one gets a 0.
Fail, Haribo.

Friday, October 7, 2011

Haribo Turtles

A quick review before I leave for Hamburg for the weekend!


I love discovering new types of Haribo. These Turtles totally took me by suprise when I stumbled upon them in Real with my host sister.





So succulent, so satisfying..

Turtles are a chewy-type gummi with a tiny bit of marshmallow on the underside - though not as much as other varieties, like Quaxi frogs or Fantasia. They are covered in sour sugar and have a gooey pocket inside, so they really aren't the type of Haribo that you enjoy with coffee after dinner .. more like, the type that you would hope your mother packs in your lunch box. All three flavors, though I'm not exactly sure what they are, are absolutely delectable. In fact, I'm pretty sure that if I'd had these in 2nd grade, riots would have ensued in my classroom over who would have gotten to share them with me.

Bottom line: They are super fun to eat. And maybe to share, but I wouldn't know yet.

4.6 of 5

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Crazy Schnuller


When I spotted these on the shelf, I knew that I had to try/review them immediately.


What captivates me about this strain of Haribo is that it's a variation on the widely known Schnuller. Your plain old run-of-the-mill Schnuller come in a mix of pineapple, cherry, green, and orange, with a dense/stretchy consistency. If they had to be a meat, they would be jerky, with all of the gnawing and tearing involved.


So what makes these CRAZY Schnuller so CRAZY, you might ask? Well, well, well! It turns out that each piece has some ingenious flavor-duo action going on -the Schnuller itself is divided, with either the handle or the nipple (Ahem, they are shaped like baby pacifiers, if you hadn't noticed) comprised of licorice-flavored jelly and the other half of a brighter flavored jelly. The yellow Schnuller are pineapple flavored, and the pink Schnuller sort of fruit-punchy flavored. I've forgotten what the orange taste like, so they must not have been that remarkable to begin with, right?



Don't get me wrong, I had my doubts too. When I contemplated the thought of these things actually going into my mouth, you know.. where my taste buds live and stuff, I wasn't too excited. I never expected myself to eat more than necessary to give an honest review.. but it turns out that these CRAZY Schnuller are actually well thought out.

If you choose to shove the whole shebang in your mouth at once - hey, that's totally okay. For some unexplicable reason, the licorice and fruit just taste good together, period.
If you eat your CRAZY Schnuller in sections, it also works out pretty great - you can get an unbiased taste of the fruity goodness.

The only downside to these is that they stick to your teeth like leeches to a white man's calves - so keep a toothbrush handy, will ya?
BUUTTTT for practicality's sake - you can wear them as rings. How cool is that?

3.8 of 5

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Alles gute!

Before I catch this blog up and fill you in on important issues, I must post my first Haribo review. One goal I have set for myself is to try every variety before I return to America, so here goes!

Peaches. Mother Nature's second best gift after unicorns. I miss Fredericksburg peaches, and the ones here are rather bland. Luckily, Haribo has my back - Haribo Peaches are a Godsend when the ole' sweet tooth is acting up, and they are fairly easy to find, even in medium-sized groceries.


Many Haribo varieties have a sour undertone or aftertaste, but Peaches are gentle without being boring. The flavoring is, in my opinion, as natural-tasting as it gets without actually eating a real peach - bright, but not overwhelming or perfumey.


Perhaps my favorite aspect of the Peaches experience is the texure of the candy itself. The exterior is sugar coated, and is somewhat of a rind, not unlike Brie cheese. Once one bites through the rind, one finds a soft jelly interior. The unexperienced Haribo eater might think that all Gummis are alike, but the fact of the matter is that they come in many consistencies. One might go so far as to separate Haribo into Jellies and Gummies, among many other sweet categories such as Marshmallow, Licorice, and Chews. Anyway, back to the jelly: slick and delicious, but not in a way that sticks to your chompers.

Haribo Peaches are an all-around sweet deal at ,90 euro per bag. I wish I could get paid in these.

4.6 out of 5

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Momentum

I think that four days prior to departure is an appropiate time to breathe some life into this blog.

Four months ago, Germany was like a dream. Four weeks ago? No big deal.. But four days feels like an hourglass has just been tipped.

I started with packing today, which required more thought than I'd expected.. then again, I usually pack for a trip the night before. It was sentimental to fold up my favorite jeans, to consolidate the addresses of friends and family to whom I will write..

My meager German studies continue, and I'm hoping that I am able to make the most out of language camp.

I am looking forward to meeting the kids from the AYUSA CBYX class of 2012 again in Washington. In the absence of loved ones, we are going to be eachothers' family for a month (language camp) and support system thereafter.

It's half a relief and half terrifying to know that there will be little to no contact with family/friends while in Hedersleben. Like our own little learning bubble.. a true total immersion experience.

More to come.