Garmisch-Partenkirchen, Bavaria
Pretty sure leaving a Christmas Day post up for weeks at a time does very little to build-up blog readership. Might as well have included some Maria Carey/Christina Agulera Christmas duets playing on a loop. If anyone out there needs any tips on increasing traffic at your blog...you know who *not* to call! Giggle!
Seriously. Do exactly the opposite of everything I do here. Guaranteed instant blogging success. Personally, I prefer sabotaging myself, which keeps pressure---and not surprisingly, readership exceptionally low. Tip of the day: Always, always cultivate a sense of disappointment in your readers. Then, BE the disappointment.
Believe it or not, the Xmas tree has been down for weeks. The decorations have been put away. The Christmas music has been silenced. Thank God. Most, if not all, of the Christmas chocolate has been consumed in very few sittings. In short, it's business as usual here.
It was a wonderful Christmas, though, with my sister B and her handsome hubby here. Spent a few days here at home, then drove down to Garmisch for five days--where we played in the snow and ate too much.
As always, it was filled with laughter, occasional sledding-induced injuries/slight losses of bladder control...and complete exhaustion.
The sledding was incredible--as always.
After taking the cable car up to the top, it takes us about 45 minutes to sled down the mountain. It's exhausting and exhilarating at the same time. We've only managed to get two full runs in before we're all wiped.
This was our lunch the day we sledded down Eckbauer Mountain:
Leberknoedelsuppe. Translation? Liverball soup. At least, that's how I translate it. And you know what? It wasn't half-bad. I was starving, of course. And freezing. And desperate to put something in the empty cavernous black hole that is my stomach. So there was that. Jesus. I really did eat that? Should've made THAT photo the header at the top of this post. Then, the few readers who actually showed up would turn away with disgust. Hahaha! There's another tip! I should get paid for these.
Anyhow, I did have the added bonus of emailing back and forth with Paola while I was in Bavaria. She was in Tirol, playing in the snow--which wasn't far from where we were. We waved to one another from the highest mountain tops and toasted each other with our beers. Prost, Paola!
Will be back soon with more photos from our trip...beautiful Oberammergau and amazing Munich. Just wait till you see the shop I saw in Munich FILLED WITH MUSHROOMS. You KNOW YOU CAN'T RESIST SEEING THE MUSHROOMS.
XX E
Daily or not, yours is the only Leberknoedelsuppe blog I read.
SK
Posted by: Suburban Kamikaze | January 10, 2011 at 02:41 PM
Mmmm, Bavaria looked very good until you showed me the liver ball soup.
Might have to rethink future travel plans.
But those blog tips are WINNERS. I'm pretty good at keeping readership down myself. Maybe we should get together a write a book.
And self-publish.
And sell exclusively through our blogs.
A winning idea no doubt!
xx
Posted by: Amelia | January 10, 2011 at 04:17 PM
Liverball soup? Ugh. Might be okay without the liver part. Or if it had enough mushrooms.
Posted by: kmkat | January 10, 2011 at 07:00 PM
I think that knoedel would be delicious if you spread it onto the rye bread. A little sweet pickle on the side wouldn't hurt.
Posted by: Jen | January 10, 2011 at 10:10 PM
45 minutes to get down?!!!
Posted by: Eleanor | January 11, 2011 at 01:08 AM
You underestimate the seductive powers of your mushroomy madness.
Posted by: Alice C | January 11, 2011 at 03:20 AM
Oh, that looks disgusting. The soup, not the mountaintop view of the snowy trees.
Posted by: green girl in wisconsin | January 11, 2011 at 11:10 AM
The store where I work already has spring and summer items displayed. Know what that means? MUSHROOMS. Every time I see them, I think of you.
Posted by: Tuli | January 11, 2011 at 02:10 PM
I was waiting for this post, since I knew ...
Snow is FANTASTIC. You look adorable as usual. How do you do that???
The sledding can be amazing up there but I couldn't enjoy it as I fell 10 days before leaving Positano. On my knees, and I hurt myself quite a bit. Too much weight. So all I did up there was walk 20 km per day, in the snow, by myself.
And I LOVED it.
Posted by: Paola | January 12, 2011 at 02:52 AM
What a super idea. The idea of skiing scares the bejesus out of me, but I'd love to go sledding! Might give the soup a miss though...
K x
Posted by: kristina | January 12, 2011 at 08:03 AM
Actually, only some readers would consider dropping their chosen bloggers for that reason. They are drawn in by more than just the frequency of your posts. There's also you, your style, and what you generally have to offer - an experience that can only be enjoyed in your voice.
Posted by: Matthew Leanna | July 05, 2011 at 09:07 AM