Yesterday I tasted my fizzing apple … erm … stuff, and I was left in a quandary. At this stage I have no clue what to call this stuff that I’m brewing because it’s neither vinegar nor proper cider nor wine. It’s not coffee or tea or water or lemonade, and it’s certainly not salad dressing, oven cleaner or shoe polish.
Anyway, a few hours after tasting it, I was on the trot down the hall to the loo. Total coincidence, I’m sure. I hope. But the point of giving you more information than you probably ever hoped to read here is that this reminded me of a side trip that P. and I took into the hills of Oden Wald above the River Neckar that flows through Heidelberg. The Oden Wald is an exquisite area with serene 2-lane roads winding through deeply scented pine trees and mountain air. And we were both dying for a public toilet.
We didn’t really want to stop along the side of the road and empty ourselves, although P. is better able to complete this type of manoeuvre than I am with a slightly arthritic hip and knee. And then I saw a sign along the roadside that I thought was calling out to us. My German is limited, obviously, and misinterpretation is often the result.
Nevertheless, we both agreed that this spot was as good as any other.
Oh. And nothing new to report on the vinegar front. It’s still hissing and fizzy, and I sure wish that I knew what I was doing …