I was born in southwest Germany and moved to the U.S. with my family when I was five. That was in 1965 and the only thing I remember bringing with me in my little gray suitcase was a bar of German chocolate, a gift for my father, who was already in the States and was picking us up at the airport on his birthday. Had I known that I wouldn't be able to find chocolate like that in the U.S. for at least the next ten years I might have held on to it myself. I've had a pretty intense love affair with chocolate my whole life. Every year at Christmas and Easter we would get packages from our relatives in Germany. The only thing I remember about any of them is that they contained chocolate and my Oma's Christmas package, a large box of her hazelnut macroons. But I'm getting ahead of myself here. They don't have a bit of chocolate in them and in any case, you'll have to wait for the holiday season before I would even consider sharing the recipe.
The trajectory of my life briefly summarized (limited to places I've lived):
Reutlingen, West Germany (chocolate and soft pretzles) > Stamford, Connecticut (Coca Cola and Jewish rye) > Greenville, South Carolina (Wonderbread, Chef Boyardee, Little Debbies and tuna casserole) > Clemson University (ramen noodles, pizza, and the grapefruit diet) >Reutlingen, West Germany (Oma's cooking) > Clemson (tofu and carob) > Duke University (wine and cheese and Tasajara Cooking) > Berlin (Greek food and Rote Grütze) >Durham, North Carolina (BBQ and brown rice) > Shandong, China (boiled dumplings and deep-fried cicadas) > Durham (gourmet food) > Shandong, China (cabbage and steamed bread) > Taipei, Taiwan (fresh fruit and Buddhist buffets) > Clemson (homemade Chinese) > Durham (a constant, ever-changing parade of food)