To boil potatoes without lighting the fire

(from my memoir 'to Paris for lunch') Oma Erna, my Father's Mother, was furious! 'Get out of my kitchen and put some clothes on!' Fritz, my Opa, had for the fifth time that morning interfered with the way she used the hot water: he told her she had put the cooker on too high for … Continue reading To boil potatoes without lighting the fire

A Prussian Tale

Here's a little winter's tale. I'm celebrating the festive period with my friends and family so I'll be back on Jan 7th. I hope you all have a fabulous break and my best wishes for 2017. My Father’s parents came from East Prussia. Their childhood could not have been more different to mine. In fact, … Continue reading A Prussian Tale