The post is absolutely necessary. Why? Two reasons. 1. First beer in Germany 2. Best salad dressing ever
Lets start with the latter first.
So prior to moving here we had dinner with my roommate from college and med school (Plastic surgeon extraordinaire Niyant Patel) and his family. During which we enjoyed a salad of finely chopped romaine lettuce, feta cheese, and small chunks of avocado. But the kicker was some amazing salad dressing... absolutely amazing. Naturally, I inquired. The response... homemade. I had to have the recipe. He obliged. So we made it here in Germany and it was fantastic. Very easy to make and large quantity made. The recipe is:
Niyant's homemade sweet Italian
1 cup either red wine vinegar or white wine vinegar
1 cup olive oil
1 cup vegetable oil
1 cup confectioner's (powdered) sugar
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon ground black pepper
1 teaspoon oregano
2 minced cloves of fresh garlic
Shake until sugar and everything else mixed well, then refrigerate for a few.
We made it in a bowl then transferred it to the nifty shake thingy below. I encourage you all to try it and enjoy the results.
That brings me to the former reason. So after 2 weeks of pure hustle I wanted to relax with a bottle of suds. So we happened to be in Aldi's. L Mama said "get some good German beer." I stated, "No problem." Only problem was I have no idea what German beer is good. So I got a 6 pack of the biggest ones. That way... even if it's not good, at least it'll get the job done. So the beer is called Sternberg Export. And they should export it directly to the trash dump. I honestly had no idea that beer makers shared recipes because this beer is a dead ringer for Olde English 40 oz malt liquor. Not proud to say... I finished it anyways. In fact... I'm contemplating a second one.
| A fine dinner mixed up by L Mama compete with home chili, amazing salad dressing, and horrible bier |
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| Sternberg Export... fantastically bad (but beir nonetheless) |
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| Bucket-o-Heaven |
And of course I leave you with these words:
"...my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me to you with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me irresistibly on with all these chains to the battlefield."


nice haircut. i would rather get a sandpaper handjob than let that hoof-handed butcher touch my head. poor kid has no chance
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