Returning from a walk around the Eibsee lake at the base of the Zugspitz, I checked the Christmas market schedule posted on our hotel bulletin board. The market was open till 8 p.m., but the only event listed was “Schmankerln.”
I asked Nicole, the assistant manager, “Was ist ‘schmankerln’?” She fumbled for a moment, looked at the others working behind the counter. “Schmankerln is …”
“Food?” I asked.
“Yes, but it’s more of a, well, you know … Bavarian Schmankerln!” she said with a laugh.
Finally, Julian, the hotel owner, said, “It’s like tapas. Small portions.”
Later I found the translation online: delicacies.
As anyone would do, I immediately decided to eat all the Schmankerln at the market. This would be the best Christmas dinner EVER!
We started with bratwurst and gluhwein, of course.
Moved on to Schupfnudeln, fried gnocchi-like noodles with meat sauce, cheese and sour cream.
Gulasch soup with rye bread.
Mmm … creamy raclette – melted cheese on potatoes.
More soup. Pumpkin, usually my favorite. Disappointing.
Tony finally got embarrassed and went back to the hotel. I wish I had a dollar for every time that’s happened.
Moving right along … possibly the highlight of the night: a crepe with camembert cheese and “Preiselbeere” jam. I had never heard of preiselberries before, but they taste similar to cranberries.
Clearly I was too caught up in this Schmankerlfest to tuck that piece of hair back under my hat.
Next stop, hot roasted chestnuts. Yum!
By this time, the Schokohütte didn’t appeal to me, but I had to soldier on. Dark-chocolate covered strawberries. Surprisingly refreshing!
A bite of Summer’s marshmallowy Kussmix wrapped up the tour of Bavarian tapas.
