Yes, apparently Germans don’t eat mustard on their pretzels.
I found this out on Saturday night. We’d gone to a mini-Oktoberfest in the small town of Eschenbach, not far from where we live. Another American couple had gone with us.
My friend asked for a pretzel and asked for mustard to go with it. Now, those of you from the States know this is not uncommon there. Here, it’s another story. The exchange went something like this:
Friend: Can I get a pretzel with mustard?
Waitress: Mustard? Really?
Friend nods yes.
After another nod, waitress leaves and comes back with pretzel. As she hands over the bottle of mustard, she asks again, “Mustard? Really?”
It was an interesting reaction, and amusing. On Sunday while upstairs visiting with the neighbors, I asked them. As soon as I mentioned pretzels with mustard, his nose scrunched up. He said, “Mustard is only for wurst.”
Another cultural difference between Americans and Germans.
I have some good news from last week. On Friday on the FF&P blog, Megan Records from Kensington Books was accepting pitches for paranormal romance and urban fantasy. I had just revised my query letter so I had a pitch. I thought, “Why not?”
So I pitched. And I got a request for a partial, which consists of a synopsis and the first three chapters.
What about you? What news did you have last week, good or bad?
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