Why the name?
Oh, you mean 'The Perils of German Cusine'?
Yeah.
Mostly I thought it sounded good. Mostly.
My mum and her family escaped from the Soviet East Germany and, as refugees, found their way to Australia. So exploring my German roots and connecting with German culture is something that's important to me, and what better way to explore culture than food?
The one drawback is that my mum can't cook. So I've had to teach myself how to cook, mostly through Jamie Oliver's 'Ministry of Food' and trial and error. And through travelling the length and breadth of Germany, from Dusseldorf to Dresden, Hamburg to Oberstdorf, I really enjoyed the German food in all it's wonderful varieties, and, of course, the beer. So I hope to learn one or two German dishes throughout the course of this adventure.
That's not very perilous though.
Well you haven't seen me cook. And, of course, life is perilous. And, if I survive long enough (and if this blog survives, let's be honest) I will regale you with stories of my brushes with death. So we've got that to look forward to.
If you read my first post, you might remember that I achieved more last year than I could possibly have envisioned. So far this year - up to the first week of March - my greatest achievement is removing the 'We've Made Mental Health a Priority' signs from the office. I have honestly been struggling at work recently, as have a lot of the others, as a result of industry-wide changes that began in December. Couple that with decisions by management which show a complete disregard for the mental health of the staff, it was something I just had to do. A little victory, if you will.
I will sign off now, and I wish you all the best, may you achieve the little victories you need, even if it is just getting through the day.
