On my last day in Germany, my friends and I organized a blowout cheese tasting to send my tastebuds home happy. Before that, though, I needed some breakfast, and then headed over to the Christmas Market to snag some last-chance raclette.
Breakfast! It was Sunday, so only a handful of bakeries were open. I had been meaning to try one of the pastries using quark, one of my favorite cheeses, so here was my last chance. A few days ago, I had had quark-schoko-brotchen, almost like brioche made with quark, specked with chocolate chips, and coated in granulated sugar. Today, I was going to have the käse-plunder, a buttery, layered pastry enclosing a huge dollop of sweetened, tangy quark. I was in heaven. If I had gotten two, I think I could have been twice as happy. Hélas! Raclette demanded some stomach space, and I headed off to the Weihnachtsmarkt.
The folks at the raclette stand made it the traditional way by melting the top layer of cheese, and scraping it onto hunks of bread. “Racler” means “to scrape” in French, hence the name! Despite the käse-plunder, my stomach rumbled as I watched the raclette being melted and scraped onto my bread, which was topped with potatoes, onions, and thyme. I savored every last bite of that slightly sweaty, gooey cheese.
Tummy full, I decided to go for a brisk walk along the waterfront to prep for my upcoming cheese tasting!