It’s been a few months since I was last in Germany.
This is probably for the good, as I have a tendency to over-do-it a bit when I hit Germany.
I don’t know what it is about the place that makes me crave pork.
It’s not my favourite of meats (it ranks slightly above lamb, and a long way behind both beef and poultry), yet stick it in a sausage, smother it with Senf (and it has to be proper German Senf, no other type of mustard works) and sell it from a small counter in a dubious corner of a train station and I can’t get enough.
There have even been occasions when I’ve only eaten pork, or pork related products for days at a time.
Needless to say, a diet this poor invariably leads to issues with “regularity”. I certainly know that a couple of years ago after visiting Germany twice in about five weeks I managed to give myself some real problems for a couple of weeks after.
But, will I learn from previous problems, or will I be hunting out the nearest Wurst stall with the urgency of a junky.
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