to market, to market to buy a fat pig...or pig hoof!

this is one of the most difficult places for me to go in germany, the market.  for the first few weeks i would often have to go with someone; my hubby, a friend, there were days where i very easily could have taken an english speaking stranger if i could have found one!

germany is not known for it's food and it is very difficult to cook a meal when you can't even read a label to know what you are cooking!  the pig hoofs above are from one of our first trips to the market.  imagine my boys faces when the saw "babe's" feet at the butcher's counter.

now german food is very fresh.  there are almost no preservatives added.  this can be good and bad...especially to an american.  it means no bulk shopping, cleaning out your fridge every 2 days and the occasional feather in your eggs!

after discussing with oliver why there were only 10 eggs and not 12???  anyone know the answer, please let me know, i had to explain the feather.  "mom, why is there a feather on the eggs?" "well oliver, they are really fresh and sometimes the farmer doesn't get all of the feathers off of the eggs." "doesn't the chicken wipe his butt before he lays the eggs mom?"  out of the mouths of babes!