Oktoberfest-Svholentnk (Not real German, but pretty damn close no?)

I've taken a hiatus from this blog, and I wish I could say it's because I've been nonstop stuffing my face with beer, bratwurst, and dancing around in lederhosen.

(The last part may or may not be true....but that's my little secret). But alas, it's not. Instead I've been lazy and eating foods that I haven't written about. But get excited because that changes with this very entry!

October is part of the autumnal season that I so appropriately enjoy, mostly for the pumpkin flavored everything and hot apple cider. Don't think I'm one of those girls who obsess over the Starbucks Pumpkin Spice Latte though, because I will consider that an insult to my eloquent, intrinsic foodie knowledge. No true foodie likes a pumpkin spice latte.....or so we will say. Most of all, people are beginning to enjoy October for the stolen German celebration of Oktoberfest. Americans have taken this festival and run with it in true American over-the-top fashion, much like they take St. Patrick's Day and make every food you can imagine green with that Irish (American) pride.
 

Only am American would have a belly like that.

I wish I could say I have been to Germany to experience this festival of drunken buffoonery for myself, but I have not. Instead, I attended a local celebration in the mountains of Hunter, or upstate New York for all the Long Islanders who have never been above the Bronx. Here, I consumed some "authentic" German delicacies that I will now speak of and have nothing to compare them too. MY OPINION IS VALUABLE. I promise you.

When In Rome, one must try what the local customs are known for. Except in this case, change Rome to an American ski resort that is emulating a German village. There were multiple little trucks, or food stands, selling typical German fare, as well as BBQ and burgers because we must never forget where we came from. My family likes to try new things, and I have an image to uphold, so we went with the German fare. I got a traditional bratwurst roll (Bratwurst is made with pork and spices. Add a little mustard and you are good to go) with a side of German potato salad, a beer (in this case it's food), German potato pancakes with some applesauce, and :drum-roll please: Leberkase. Or a German meatloaf. Or really spam because that is what it looked and tasted like. But I ate it anyways because I have no shame. And because my dad refused to. Again, I have no shame.

Glorified? Spam

In essence, German food is nothing to rave about. Sausages are always tasty, I enjoy anything with potatoes, but I mean, there's not much more to it. Of course, I basically ate the equivalent of German carnival food, but we can't all travel the world with first class delicacies, so this was the best i could do. Whatever you do, have some shame unlike myself and DON'T EAT THE LEBERKASE.

Eat this instead. This may not be much better....