No Sign of “Atkins”!
It’s a good thing that Paul and I aren’t on the Atkins Diet because in the past 10 days we would have certainly fallen off the wagon. Not that there isn’t meat of all varieties in Germany and Alsace; the problem for us is that there are more kinds of bread, Kuchen, pasta, and other starches then anyone needs. For the past 10 days leafy greens and fruit were things we had to actively seek out; even the asparagus is white! But ohhhh the varieties of bread, they would make your mouth water. On our last day in Alsace we ordered a ‘simple breakfast’ and were presented with the following in our room the next morning. For any bread lover you will see how easily we are lead into temptation!
Things wouldn’t have been so difficult for us in Germany had it not been for my three aunties who were determined to stuff as many carbohydrates as they could into our already ample bodies—didn’t they know I had to fit into a wedding dress! Aunt Walburga was the worst, bless her heart. When we arrived at her house for the appointed afternoon “Kaffe”, we were greeted with no less then 5 varieties of Kuchen! She was not happy until we had sampled three and even then was sad that we left goodies on the table. She herself only had a thin slice of her favourite. Every relative was equally eager to wine and dine us so there was no escape for the four days we spent with them. AND, I didn’t even tell you about the beer--but that’s another story. Suffice it to say we are now on a diet in Paris if you can imagine!
CDF/April 30, 2004
10:44:04 AM 
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