As I type this, Denmark and Germany are duking it out in the Euro 2012. For anyone not living in Europe, or otherwise not a rabid soccer fan, this is a tournament which takes place every 4 years between the european national teams. And in case you were not aware, it is a VERY big deal. The tournament lasts almost exactly one month and, during that month very little else is discussed. In fact, it is such a big deal that it’s darn near impossible for me to exaggerate its importance. I seriously think that the entire North American continent could suddenly sink into the sea and it would only make the second page of the local paper. My normally mild mannered husband has transformed into a screaming fan.
It’s the kind of event which I find particularly entertaining in Frankfurt because of the international makeup of the city. Published statistics are usually consistent in reporting that around 30% of the city’s population is not German. Turkish expats make up the majority of that figure, followed by Italians, Croatians, Poles, and then Serbs. My fellow americans and I don’t show up until place 15! This hodge-podge makes for a very colorful city during such tournaments. Flags are hung from apartment windows and attached to car windows. When your country’s team wins, the accepted method of showing your joy is to hop into your flag bedecked car and drive around the city honking your horn. I find the whole thing highly entertaining and can usually be found cheering for the German team alongside my husband. It really is one of those if-you-can’t-beat-em-join-em types of situations.
Unlike the superbowl, this thing goes on for a month and therefore it’s not really practical to indulge during every game. But for this weekend’s game I decided to do a French Fridays with Dorie cocktail nibbles theme. The table included gougeres, toasts smeared with goat cheese and slow roasted tomatoes, roasted peppers, and this week’s recipe, David’s Seaweed Sables, a recipe I have been curious to try for quite some time.
But here’s the trouble, I think I might have messed up by pairing it with some of my all time favorite Dorie recipes, because somehow, it just didn’t hold up. We polished off the gougeres (luckily it was just a few frozen leftovers from the last time), savored every last roasted tomato (yummy!), sipped our cocktails, cheered for our winning team (thank goodness), and somehow the sables were mostly ignored.
Oh well, can’t love em all. But we will not have long to worry about it because this is going to be a very busy French Friday in my house. First, and possibly while you are even reading this post, we will be cheering for the German team as they take on Greece in the quarter finals. Second, we will be packing for our trip to Chicago next week. And third, I will of course be trying to check in with all of the my fellow FFwDers before we go.
I just hope the German team wins, otherwise I will be sitting next to a very grouchy husband on the 9 hour flight tomorrow!