Oktoberfest!

This afternoon, Mrs. Frazier, Ashley, and I were invited to the Courtneys' to celebrate Reformation Sunday. What better way than feasting on German food? I didn't think to bring my camera, unfortunately, so I can't make you hungry that way. Everyone brought something to share, and we had Brats and sauerkraut, lots of potato dishes, salads heavily dressed in vinegar, ladkes, zwiebelkuchen (my contribution), Black Forest Cake (I missed that one), plum tarts, spiced cake, you name it; the bar was also well stocked in the beer/ale department.

Making the zwiebelkuchen (onion pie) was an experience. Two 9" pies call for six pounds of onions! I spent about forty-five minutes to an hour slicing them, then had three pans on the stove to stir at once. It was quite the adventure. Ashley made the pie crusts for me, since dopey me didn't think to make them before the filling. It's probably better that way, though, since I've actually never made a pie crust all by myself. That's on the to-do list for Christmas Break.

The order of events was mingle, stuff yourself and mingle, mingle, go back for seconds and mingle, mingle, eat dessert and mingle, sing, mingle, mingle and nibble on left overs, mingle, mingle, and eventually leave (while mingling). While we sang, I was asked to play the piano, which I happily did, and was annoyed with myself because I was having an off day. My fingers weren't cooperating as readily as they usually do, so I felt badly. But those days happen, and I did my best. I guess it was OK, though, since I wasn't booed off the piano amid handfuls of sauerkraut. But everyone had a wonderful afternoon, and I have an entire zwiebelkuchen sitting in the freezer, and Mrs. Frazier has some of her spice cake and salad left. Right now, the order of business is lying low and relaxing!