I love this story, because it is mine. Well, kind of. Replace Paris with Munich (I'm more of a rough-and-tumble mountain girl than a chic, city dweller), and of course the reality isn't all macarons, cafes, and perfect summers, but... well... it's actually not that far off. Oh, and I can already cook.
I am of course aware that I am teetering on the edge of becoming a full-blown cliché, which is probably why I have resisted writing this blog for several years, but I've reached the point where I simply have too many ideas, recipes, travel and lifestyle tips, and anecdotes, not to share. So be prepared: This blog is undoubtedly going to be full of clichés. Yes, there will be countless photos prosting with friends in beer gardens all around Munich, and there might even be a giant pretzel lying on a table in the background, and some random folks in lederhosen and dirndl. Mostly, this is going to be a space for me to share my passions for food, travel, beer gardens, and life in Munich. I know it's not Paris, but Munich is a pretty special place too, and I think it's about time we all start appreciating the genius that is a perfectly-prepared, piping-hot schnitzel, washed down with a maß of helles.