The holiday season will actually be the stade and quiet time. For us this is very different. For three weeks, we pack up the reserved Pakerl for business partners, aunt, grandma, grandpa, uncles, friends, still love affairs & Co. That's an excitement - everything has to fit from the sausage on the attached map to the finished Pakerl. If what we can not get ready ... who is to blame? Of course my Alfons, because he has calculated just not done, the sausage, which belongs to the Pakerl. Yes, he just has only two hands and could not care less We only do it - because no one can point - the recipes are unknown. Who must endure a lot of us women. hectic already is. Our lady Schwarzgeräuchertem is my mother - Anna. It makes it all too well - like hell respects that is blended so that nothing and every customer is satisfied. Between all the running around
we are all made in our small kitchen next to the farm shop and drink coffee with Anita's homemade cookies or cookies from our customer Mr. Hofmann, who has sent them to us yet to calm.
night we turn out the light at some point, Alfons asleep by three hours and then I wake him up again, so he returned to his sausage kitchen can.
no fun at work and our cohesion would not go - there have aunts, mom and dad, Ute, the friend from Munich, and his cousin's side and up Sepp's.
Yes and in all the Christmas rush then our report comes on TV ... toward which we can already see all excited because we do not even know what and how is it ... comes to love ... yes, without really goes nothing. I have noticed every day. I think that is huge, grinning.
's how it is holding, if you marry a butcher with a passion.
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