OT: I can tell I no longer get my tv from a top 5 media market when I flipped on the tail end of SNL (on delay from a ballgame, apparently) by accident, only to realize that the law office ad I was seeing was NOT a fake ad.
My momma was so German(-American), she would eat that stuff straight up. Not even as a side dish, though that too, she would just eat sauerkraut, right out of the jar, or heated up. The thought still makes me queasy.
A friend of mine used to work for a Multi-nat based in Sweden, and had to go there every coupla years for whatever corp stuff……….from the stories he tells, wouldn't be surprised if there was a party, somehow ended up with drums full of kraut, stashed them in the field, then everybody forgot they even had done it.
My baba was mean. I don't know how many pierogies or halupkis she made, but goddamn, don't get in her kitchen. [get outta here, ya goddamn kid!– might have gotten boinked on a few occasions by a rolling pin]
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It's Krautallnacht!!!!!!!!!
Krautzkrieg!
Krauterdämmerung
OT: I can tell I no longer get my tv from a top 5 media market when I flipped on the tail end of SNL (on delay from a ballgame, apparently) by accident, only to realize that the law office ad I was seeing was NOT a fake ad.
|always looking for the perfect beat|.
As a German-American former Jerseyan, I can confidently say that, Why not both??
I'm actually not much of a fan of kraut at all. Broke my mother's heart.
My momma was so German(-American), she would eat that stuff straight up. Not even as a side dish, though that too, she would just eat sauerkraut, right out of the jar, or heated up. The thought still makes me queasy.
A friend of mine used to work for a Multi-nat based in Sweden, and had to go there every coupla years for whatever corp stuff……….from the stories he tells, wouldn't be surprised if there was a party, somehow ended up with drums full of kraut, stashed them in the field, then everybody forgot they even had done it.
That time of year, it's pretty nästi.
My baba was mean. I don't know how many pierogies or halupkis she made, but goddamn, don't get in her kitchen. [get outta here, ya goddamn kid!– might have gotten boinked on a few occasions by a rolling pin]