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Specialties of the Black Forest
A Region Full of Delicacies
No matter if it is a simple Vesper (a cold, hearty lunch or dinner), or a festive meal, Food in the Black Forest means gusto. Every hearty Vesper in this region comes with hefty food, with Black Forest ham leading the way. Preferably, with farmhouse bread fresh out of the oven. The Black Forest is also known for the extravagant menus of its starred chefs. The roughly 50 “Naturpark-Wirte”, innkeepers within the natural preserve, put special emphasis on regional ingredients. Their motto is “Rural conservation with forks and knives”.
World-famous Black Forest Cake
Countless stories have been told about the creation of the Black Forest cake. It can only be pure envy if someone claims that it was not invented in the Black Forest. A real cake must contain Black Forest kirsch (cherry liquor). The cherries for this noble distillate only grow in the Black Forest. Black Forest cake is world-famous and a true flagship for our region.
Blue Gold
Blueberries used to be an important source of income in the blueberry village, Enzklösterle. Women use their blueberry funds to buy dresses and shoes. Students have blueberry holidays to help with plucking the berries. Every morning at 7 am they have to be at their designated spot, which is often miles away.
Those who are especially hardworking receive the title of “Heidelbeersau” (blueberry pig). This is not an insult, but rather a designation for the best picker. If the day is not as successful, pickers will be greeted with a squib on their return, which accuses them of not bringing home enough berries because they ate them all during the day.
Tight-fisted and Cold
When Peter regained consciousness, he felt barely changed. If anything, he felt lighter and full of energy. From then on, he worked successfully as a merchant and money lender. Mercilessly, he collected his interest. Soon after he would call a grand house his own. One day, after Peter had just chased a few beggars off his property, his mother came to him: “Peter, I do not recognize you anymore.
You are tight-fisted and cold.” “Oh, what do you know?”, Peter snapped at her. “Empathy, ha, that will not fill our pockets.” He threw a few guilders at her. “Go away!” After the mother had left, Peter remembered the beautiful Lisbeth with whom he had enjoyed dancing in the past. Spontaneously, Peter asked for her hand in marriage.
But even to her, as Lisbeth sadly came to realize over time, he was cold. She could do nothing right. One afternoon, an old man knocked on Munk’s door. “Please, dear child, just a glass of water”, he begged Lisbeth who had opened the door. She hurried to bring him wine and a piece of bread. But Peter, who had seen everything, lost his temper. “How dare you? You give my wine to that beggar? I will teach you!” Out of his mind with anger, he swung at Lisbeth until she fell into the beggar’s arms, lifeless.
The beggar suddenly spoke with a changed voice: “What have you done, Peter? Your wife was the loveliest flower in the Black Forest. Now she will never blossom again. She is dead! As dead as the stone in your chest.” Peter recognized the elder as the Little Glass Man. Immediately, dark clouds started to gather and lightning struck the trees. “Eight days I give you to come to your senses, Peter.” Once the Little Glass Man uttered these words, he rose and disappeared with the lifeless Lisbeth in its arms.