Döner and Abbeys!
Today, I found God in two different ways. The first, and most important way, was through the magical universe of Döner.
Once upon a time, Turkish immigrants in Berlin brought forth the perfect combination of shaved meat in a bread pocket to the mouth's of German people. Garlic sauce, dill-infused yoghurt, fresh tomatoes, and a hefty helping of cabbage, are placed on top of the meat, helping it reach next-level-good status.
But what makes it "German" Döner, is the fact that all of this food-gold is rolled up snugly in a warm, thick Lahmacun (a cross between pita-bread, and Panini bread). The end result is hope and love in tubular form. The large Turkish population in Germany has been keeping this alive for years, and it is currently one of the most popular foods in Germany today. The stuff of peace, my friends.
The other way God came my way was through my visit to the Wienhausen Abbey. Only ladies could hang in the Abbey, and let me tell you, they got a whole lot done with no men around. They made epic quilts, and invented a way to drill through pearls,and sang holy songs. Like one, big god-fearing slumber party! I also got to see the oldest pair of eye-glasses in the history of the world. Don't know why, or how, but I did, and now my feet are cold. Because my socks were rocked. Entirely off of my feet.
It's not a kebab. It's not a wrap. It's Döner, you fool. |
But what makes it "German" Döner, is the fact that all of this food-gold is rolled up snugly in a warm, thick Lahmacun (a cross between pita-bread, and Panini bread). The end result is hope and love in tubular form. The large Turkish population in Germany has been keeping this alive for years, and it is currently one of the most popular foods in Germany today. The stuff of peace, my friends.
The other way God came my way was through my visit to the Wienhausen Abbey. Only ladies could hang in the Abbey, and let me tell you, they got a whole lot done with no men around. They made epic quilts, and invented a way to drill through pearls,and sang holy songs. Like one, big god-fearing slumber party! I also got to see the oldest pair of eye-glasses in the history of the world. Don't know why, or how, but I did, and now my feet are cold. Because my socks were rocked. Entirely off of my feet.
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