Parent’s Tale
One culinary experience in Germany, which I have found to be truly illuminating, is barbecuing — the ‘season of chargrilled meats’ runs from May (or March, if it is warm enough) until September. Alongside the sacred festivals of Christmas and Easter, with their plethora of meats, this time of year can be a social minefield that needs to be navigated with care.
For starters, I have found a fair few people here whose interest, at any other point of the year, has been piqued by veganism or vegetarianism. They ask the usual questions about protein and cakes and cheese replacements; they maybe take a step towards veganism and give up milk and start drinking almond or rice alternatives. Then, the sun peaks out from behind grey clouds, for just a minute, and there is the suggestion of roasting meats outside. Suddenly, they lust after meats and marinades and their interest in veganism is catalogued away in a file marked ‘Dormant: Do not touch until September’.
Any sunshine, in this practically British climate, is an excuse to roll out the barbecue. In advance of all sunny Sundays or bank holidays, the local supermarket car park is chock-full of trolleys laden with the vacuum– packed legs, shoulders and thighs of pigs, calves and cows. Father’s Day in Germany was in early May, and ours was the only house on the block that was not surrounded by the pervasive reek of sizzling meats. This year, outdoor grilling has been particularly important — partially because there has been a run of very hot weather, but mostly because no German finds it easy to watch a football World Cup match without a beer and its accomplice, a burger.