When I visited Bavaria in 1995, we were staying at an older couple's house. The old man's name was Josep (Sep for short) and he was ex-SS, but like most people duped by Hitler, he didn't like to talk about it. He spent most of his time hunting; he was a "master hunter" and had the responsibility of managing a few thousand acres of gameland.
He and his wife were old friends of our family from when we lived there in the seventies. They hadn't seen me since I was five, and had plenty of stories about my tendency to fill my daipers more often than normal children (these stories sound very funny in Bavarian dialect).
Anyways......I was getting tired of noodles. Sep's wife asked me what kind of dinner I liked. Without trying to impose, I told her that I liked simple finger foods that you could eat for hours; not filling noodles that you scarfed down and then fell asleep.
That night, she laid out a huge tray of cured meats, many homemade; smoked trout, deer, beef, chicken, and pheasant. Also were a few pate type things, several types of good cheese, bread, crackers, gravy, and sauces. A couple bowls os Kasespaetzle and glass upon glass of locally brewed beers; weizen, dunkel, helles........you name it.
We ate, drank, and talked sh&t for four hours.
