Purchased some German food. I got a little lunch to take with me and as I sat there and waited I tried to feel positive. It was a whole thing. I stared at these pictures of idyllic Bavarian style lodges and thought about how weird that that stuff always mixed up in my head with the horrors of, I don't know, perhaps another lifetime or something.
I added extra vinegar at home to the German potato salad because it's not as sour as what I remember tasting growing up, and it's funny how there's stuff you can eat as a kid and you're like well. I don't really care if I never eat this again in my life. And then for some reason when you get older it's like there's this whole nostalgia associated with tasting it.
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