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eat the cup, part 10: gertaly

and we’re back. after a weekend in new york enjoying other people’s cooking (and other people’s perspectives on the world cup, as it turns out), it occured to me that the semi-final and final rounds of the cup deserve something a little different. fusion.

so for the coming games, i am going to find ways of combining the two national cuisines of the teams playing. tonight: gertaly.

this evening’s supper featured a risotto, prepared with some onions (the basis of all italian cuisine) broth and sausage. in this case a combination of bratwurst and hot italian sausage, just to be fair. at the end, i swirled in just a little german mustard, to add a different kind of flavour. i have to say... worked out pretty well.

as increasingly happens, today’s battle was pretty epic and ended in the most dramatic fashion possible- a goal in the last minute of the last overtime period. of course, if it were a hollywood drama, the goal would have gone to the home team, so the cameras wouldn’t be forced to pan across thousands of devastated faces, their tears streaking through the black, red and gold of their face paint.

back at home, things are a little different. granted, there have been a couple of cars i’ve seen driving in the last few weeks with flags that would dwarf the reichstag, but in general, the germans haven’t been representing in the same way as their southern opposites. the drive home tonight was the loudest i’v ever experienced. i was surrounded at all points by italian flags and blaring horns (although, mercifully, the noise near my actual home was minimal). most bizarre, there was at least one car that drove past me with a flag displayed ACROSS THE WINDSHIELD. it’s almost too stereotypical: passionate but not particularly wise.

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