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April May June   2009    Volume 4 Number 2


MAY  2009





Forwarded From Carpathia Club Donauschwaben


Frauengruppe Rezept




1/4 cup shortening

2 lbs. beef chuck or round (cut into 1”


1 cup sliced onions

1 small clove garlic, minced

3/4 cup catsup

2 tblsp. Worcestershire sauce

1 tblsp. brown sugar

2 tsp. salt

2 tsp. paprika

1 green pepper

1/2 tsp. dry mustard

Dash of cayenne red pepper

1 1/2 cups water

2 tblsp. fl our

1/4 cup water

3 cups hot cooked noodles.

Melt shortening in large skillet.

Add beef, onion and garlic;

Cook and stir until meat is brown and onion is tender. 

Stir in catsup, Worcestershire sauce, sugar, salt, paprika, mustard,

     cayenne, and water. 


Simmer 2 - 2 1/2 hours.

Blend flour and 1/4 cup water; 

Stir gradually into meat mixture.

Heat to boiling, stirring constantly.

Boil and stir for one minute. 

Serve over noodles.



This recipe appeared in the First Edition of A Treasure of Old World Recipes, created by the Carpathia Frauengruppe.


MAY  2009

Submitted by Sharlene Thornton


Two Choices


            What would you do? ... You make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?
            At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:
            'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?'
            The audience was stilled by the query.
            The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'
            Then he told the following story:
            Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allow ed to play, it would give him a much needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
            I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'
            Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt.. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart.. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.
            In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.  Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat. At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?
            Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball. However, as Shay stepped up to the
 plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.
            The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher. The game would now be over..
            The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game. Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.
            Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!'
            Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled. Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'
            Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.. He could have thrown the ball to the second baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home. All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'
            Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
Shay, Run to third!'
            As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team
            'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'..
            Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy,  and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

            We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, when
but it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.
            If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference.
            We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?
            A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.

            You now have two choices:
            1. Delete
            2. Forward

May Your Day Be A Shay Day


MAY  2009

What Happens In Heaven

Forwarded by Magdalena Metzger

This is one of the nicest mails I have seen and is so true:

I dreamt that I went to Heaven and an angel was showing me around. We walked side-by-side inside a large workroom filled with angels.  My angel guide stopped in front of the first section and said, "This is the Receiving Section. Here, all petitions to God said in prayer are received."  I looked around in this area, and it was terribly busy with so many angels sorting out petitions written on voluminous paper sheets and scraps from people all over the world.

Then we moved on down a long corridor until we reached the second section.  The angel then said to me, "This is the Packaging and Delivery Section. Here, the graces and blessings the people asked for are processed and delivered to the living persons who asked for them."  I noticed again how busy it was there. There were many angels working hard at that station, since so many blessings had been requested and were being packaged for delivery to Earth.

Finally at the farthest end of the long corridor we stopped at the door of a very small station. To my great surprise, only one angel was seated there, idly doing nothing. "This is the Acknowledgment Section," my angel friend quietly admitted to me. He seemed embarrassed "How is it that? There's no work going on here?" I asked.  "So sad," the angel sighed. "After people receive the blessings that they asked for, very few send back acknowledgments.

"How does one acknowledge God's blessings?" I asked.  "Simple," the angel answered. "Just say, "Thank you, Lord."  "What blessings should they acknowledge?" I asked.  "If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep ... you are richer than 75% of this world.  "If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish, you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy.  "And if you get this on your own computer, you are part of the 1% in the world who has that opportunity."

Also ...."If you woke up this morning with more health than illness, you are more blessed than the many who will not even survive this day.   "If you have never experienced the fear in battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation, you are ahead of 700 million people in the world.  "If you can attend a church meeting without the fear of harassment, arrest, torture or death, you are envied by, and more blessed than, three billion people in the world.  "If your parents are still alive and still married, you are very rare.  If you can hold your head up and smile, you are not the norm, you are unique to all those in doubt and despair."

Ok, what now? How can I start?  If you can read this message, you just received a double blessing in that someone was thinking of you as very special and you are more blessed than over two billion people in the world who cannot read at all.

Have a good day, count your blessings, and if you want, pass this along to remind everyone else how blessed we all are.

Attn: Acknowledge Dept.: Thank You Lord!

"Thank you Lord, for giving me the ability to share this message, and for giving me so many wonderful people to share it with.



MAY  2009

You Make a Difference

Forwarded by Magdalena Metzger



A teacher in New York decided to honor each of her seniors in high school by telling them the difference each of them had made. She called each student to the front of the class, one at a time.  First, she told each of them how they had made a difference to her, and the class. Then she presented each of them with a blue ribbon, imprinted with gold letters, which read, “Who I am makes a difference.”

  Afterwards, the teacher decided to do a class project, to see what kind of impact recognition would have on a community. She gave each student three more blue ribbons, and instructed them to go out and spread this acknowledgment ceremony.  Then they were to follow up on the results, see who honored whom, and report to the class in about a week.

One of the boys in the class went to a junior executive in a nearby company, and honored him for helping him with his career planning.  He gave him a blue ribbon and put it on his shirt. Then he gave him two extra ribbons and said, “we’re doing a class project on recognition, and we’d like for you to go out, find some one to honor, and give them a blue ribbon. Later that day, the junior executive went in to see his boss, who had a reputation of being kind of a grouchy fellow.  He told him that he deeply admired him for being a creative genius.

The boss seemed very surprised.  The junior executive asked him if he would accept the gift of the blue ribbon, and give him permission to put it on him. The boss said, “well, sure.”  The junior executive took one of the blue ribbons and placed it right on his boss’s jacket, above his heart. And then he asked, offering him the last ribbon, “Would you take this extra ribbon, and pass it on by honoring somebody else?”

The teenager who gave me these is doing a school project, and we want to keep this ribbon ceremony going and se how it affects people.” That night, the boss came home and sat down with his 14-year-old son.  He said, “the most incredible thing happened to me today.” I was in my office, and one of my employees came in and told me he admired me, and gave me a blue ribbon for being a creative genius.

Imagine!  He thinks I am a creative genius!  Then he put a blue ribbon on me that says, “Who I Am Makes a Difference.” He gave me an extra ribbon and asked me to find somebody else to honor.  As I was driving home tonight, I started thinking about who I would honor with this ribbon, and I thought about you.  I want to honor you. My days are hectic and when I come home, I don’t pay a lot of attention to you.  I yell at you for not getting good enough grades and for your messy bedroom.

Somehow, tonight, I just wanted to sit here and, well, just let you know that you do make a difference to me. Besides your mother, you are the most important person in my life.  You’re a great kid, and I love you!” The startled boy started to sob and sob, and he couldn’t stop crying.  His whole body shook.

He looked up at his father and said through his tears, “Dad, earlier tonight I sat in my room and wrote a letter to you and Mom, explaining why I had took my life, and I asked you to forgive me. I was going to commit suicide tonight after you were asleep.  I just didn’t think that you cared at all. The letter is upstairs.  I don’t think I’ll need it after all.”

His father walked upstairs and found a heartfelt letter full of anguish and pain.   The boss went back to work a changed man.  He was no longer a grouch, but made sure to let all of his employees know that they made a difference.

The junior executive helped many other young people with career planning, one being the boss’ son, and never forgot to let them know that they made a difference in his life. In addition, the young man and his classmates learned a valuable lesson:

“Who you are DOES make a difference.”



Please know that I think you are important, or you would not have received this in the first place.



Who you are does make a difference, and I wanted you to know that.



I’m passing the blue ribbon to you.



Have an awesome day, and know that someone has thought about you today!



MAY  2009

Edgar Mueller Super Artist

Forwarded by Magdalena Metzger

Great Crevasse:     Edgar Mueller

Hard work:

Together with up to five assistants, Mueller painted all day long from sunrise to sunset. 

The picture appeared on the East Pier in Dun Laoghaire, Ireland, as part of the town's Festival of World Cultures.

He spent five days, working 12 hours a day, to create the 250 square meter image of the crevasse, which, viewed from the correct angle, appears to be 3D. 

He then persuaded passers-by to complete the illusion by pretending the gaping hole was real.

'I wanted to play with positives and negatives to encourage people to think twice about everything they see,' he said.

'It was a very scary scene, but when people saw it they had great fun playing on it and pretending to fall into the earth.

'I like to think that later, when they returned home, they might reflect more on what a frightening scenario it was and say:

 "Wow, that was actually pretty scary".'


    Mueller, who has previously painted a giant waterfall in Canada , said he was inspired by the British 'Pavement Picasso' Julian Beever, whose dramatic but more gentle 3D street images have featured in the Daily Mail.


Edgar Mueller


APRIL  2009


Forwarded From Akron Donauschwaben, German Family Society

Präsident: Sepp Geiser

Easter, American Style




    Many people today believe that Easter has always been a time-honored tradition in the United States that dates back as far as

the establishments of the early settlers...not true! In fact Easter wasn’t that big of a deal in America until after the blood shed of

the Civil War because a majority of the early settlers were Puritans or members of a Protestant church.


    After the Civil War Presbyterians devastated by the havoc of war found comfort in the story of the resurrection of Jesus Christ,

thus giving birth to a tradition that is now celebrated in nearly every home in America.


    Even though the American Easter tradition originally was based on the religious beliefs of Christians, today many Americans

celebrate Easter for many different reasons.


The Christian Celebration


    Jewish High Priests accused Jesus Christ of blasphemy and under the order of the Roman governor Pontius Pilate, Jesus was

crucified by the Romans. Three days later it was said that Jesus was resurrected from the dead on what Christians refer to as

Easter Sunday. Traditionally in Christian churches Easter is celebrated beginning with a special service, followed by a dinner

featuring lots of games for children. Adults hide Easter eggs, children dressed in only their best with a basket in tow search for

eggs and usually there’s a prize waiting for the best egg hunter.


Non-Religious Celebration


    Not all Americans are Christians, yet they do recognize the Easter holiday placing a special emphasis on the Easter Bunny.

Children are told the tales of how an aged rabbit hops around spreading the joy of Easter leaving a trail of colored eggs, candy

and gifts for children all around the world.


    Children go to bed anxiously waiting to rise the next morning to see just what the Easter Bunny has in store for them. Adults have small gatherings inviting family and friends for a cook out, an Easter egg hunt or simply to spend time together. No matter what the reasoning, businesses love to see the holidays roll around and Easter is one that is looked forward in the retail industry! It’s estimated that American consumers spend over 1 million dollars on Easter candy every year and that nearly 20 billion jellybeans are produced just for Easter. (Source:




Frühling läßt sein blaues Band

Wieder flattern durch die Lüfte

Süße, wohlbekannte Düfte

Streifen ahnungsvoll das Land

Veilchen träumen schon,

Wollen balde kommen

Horch, von fern ein leiser Harfenton!

Frühling, ja, du bist's, dich hab ich vernommen.

Mörike, Eduard (1804-1875



APRIL 2009


Forwarded From American Aid Society of German Descendants

Terril Mills



Thoughts From Your Wyoming Friends

    This is the Wyoming Mountain Hilton with vacancy at the moment, heat is with wood and frozen water outside the door. Guests are welcome. Bring your own snow machine.


    Hello from Wyoming to all in the cold and windy country of famous Governors and Presidents. Now take note, I did not say good or bad, just famous, we can each decide the good or bad part. Here in Wyoming we are famous for a vice president who has great hunting abilities when it comes to finding lawyers to use for clay pigeons. He even saves the lawyer so that he can use him again later. On a more serious note, it is nice that the election is finally over. I hope that we can see some common sense responsibility take shape in Washington D.C. I am not too optimistic about the common sense part happening. Our western way of life will again be under assault with all three branches of government controlled by the Democratic Party, as is how the cycle has been. I mention this, as many of you people in the urban areas may not be aware of the attacks on our western way of life to manage our land for the best results for wildlife and Man that we endure whenever the Democratic Party is in power. That is part of the price we pay for living here in this beautiful rocky mountain land where my nearest neighbor lives about 2 miles away, except of course when hunting season is under way. That is when the hills are ablaze with orange and become infested with macho men who bring us Wisconsin cheese, and German treats. That part, we really like. The part not so good is that my nearest neighbor is behind every bush or hill I can see as hundreds of macho men with accents invade the small town of Ten Sleep, Wyoming.


    Right now, another year of new calves is under way. Here is a picture of a week old calf getting a bit of a tasty snack from mom to stay warm. The weather has dropped to -22° a few times this winter but has not stayed bitter for too long. The new calves are doing well with the cold so far. Fortunately we do not get the famous Chicago wind. We are getting a winter that is much like the normal cold winters of the past. Snowfall is above average, even higher than last years record snow and cold. No global warming to be found for the present.




    This brand new calf born in the shed last night at 0° is being watched quite closely by an attentive momma cow, who is not sure if she should trust the photographer who creeps so close to her baby. The calf is doing fine and finding the snow quite a fun treat to play in. Life goes on here on the ranch, with Becky Mills running to take care of kids in school and Terril Mills watching after the cows. We also find time to attend basketball games where Coulter and Cassie are playing quite well. Time to apply for hunting licenses will soon be here and David and Terril look forward to joining with the Kickers hunters to search for venison. Terril and Becky look forward to being grandparents as Jamin and Shara expect their baby in April. I wish all the Soccer players a good year and may the American Aid Society be blessed to continue the good that they do thanks to the donations of so many of you. Remember the good that is felt within us from service to others in need. May we all have the opportunity to feel the warmth and satisfaction of service to our neighbors.


By Terril Mills




APRIL 2009



[Coat-of-Arms (Saxony, Germany)]

-entire German village – complete with duck pond, a playground and two road signs –

 is being auctioned off on EBay for just over 300,000 euros. 

And the interest for the property is growing fast, according to its seller Alexandra Schmidt.



    Liebon, in the eastern state of Saxony, is described by wags as "a one horse town where the horse has died". The village, which dates to the 14th century, is situated near the Czech and Polish borders and at 15,000sq ft, it is one of the smallest in Germany.   Its current owners say the price includes a large farm dating to the 18th century, a residential house, a playground, a village pond, a small shop and two road signs. Currently, Liebon boasts a population of eight people, and the nearest neighbors live a mile away. However, high-speed internet access means residents do not feel too isolated.

      Karsten Schmidt, 45, who put the offer on the internet, lives in Liebon with his wife Alexandra and two children. Schmidt's parents also live in the village, as does his brother, who shares a home with his girlfriend. 


Foto: Aerial view of Liebon


    However, despite the idyllic setting, Schmidt says that he is ready to start packing if the family gets a decent offer.


    "My two daughters are so far away from everything," he said. "My parents don't have driving licences, and you really depend on a car here."


    A small newspaper article on the ad sparked a large media frenzy during the past week, and Schmidt was overwhelmed with inquiries of interest. The 31-year-old told reporters said she was “extremely surprised” at the scale of the reaction. Offers have already been made, though no bidders have yet come to view the village.

The Schmidt's haven't found a new home just yet. They are looking for a place near Cottbus. The major reason for the move is Schmidt's 11-year old daughter who suffers from mucoviscidose, a hereditary disease involving defects of various tissues, including the sweat glands. The little girl has to attend a special school for disabled children, Alexandra  said. "She regularly has to visit a clinic in Dresden, and the distances are just too great," she said.



APRIL 2009

Döner Kebab

German Cuisine

By Miriam Widman



    Or at least that’s what the sign says. When the Arkosi family opened Portland’s first Döner restaurant they were too busy to notice that the sign they commissioned -- Döner Kebab and German Cuisine - - was missing the key preposition.


    Gertrud Arkosi, co-owner with her husband Johann and 22-year-old son Marcus, thinks it was a twist of fate. “Forgetting the `and’ was something stupid, but maybe there’s some good that comes out of it. It attracts your attention.” For those who haven’t been to Germany in a very long time – a Döner Kebab is made of thinly sliced meat slow-cooked on a rotating spit or Spieß. It’s stuffed into a pita-like bread and comes with salad, special spices and yogurt-garlic sauce. The Arkosi’s offer the sandwich for $ 6.99 with either regular or spicy sauce.


    Whether you think Döners are German or not, the restaurant is bound to offer you something. In addition to its namesake, a Turkish specialty, other Turkish offerings include Marcus Arkosi’s personal favorite – the Iskender Kebab. That’s a mountain of kebab meat over a bed of crisped baked bread smothered in tomato sauce.


    Warning: Big portion. Do not eat alone. German offerings include Sauerbraten, Rouladen, Schnitzel or various Würstchen. So far Brat, Garlic, Bier and Weisswurst are on the menu. Currywurst is coming soon.  


    The Portland Döner is made of turkey – thigh meat to be exact – instead of the traditional lamb. Johann insists turkey is being used more and more in Döners made in Germany. He uses turkey because it’s healthier and cheaper than lamb.


    The Arkosis are friendly, hospitable people who move easily from German to English in a conversation. Johann and Gertrud’s German is southern-accented with a twist. They are from the heavily German-populated Timişoara area of Romania. They settled in Augsburg in 1986. Johann worked as an auto mechanic and Gertrud in hospital administration. They had friends in the Northwest and thought opportunities might be better here. So in 1996 they moved to Vancouver, WA and opened a home for the elderly, which they still run.  


    Son Marcus spent the first 10 years of his life in Germany and the next 12 here. “When I’m in the States I miss Germany, and when I’m in Germany I miss the States.” He attended college but decided that wasn’t for him. It was his idea to open the Döner restaurant. The


    Arkosis are friends with two Turkish Döner owners in Augsburg. One owns a chain of Döner restaurants and uses the motto “Döner macht Schöner” to sell its wares. When Marcus first thought of opening a Portland Döner restaurant, the family contacted their Turkish friends in Augsburg and asked if they’d be interested. “They didn’t want to start over,” Marcus said.


    So Marcus went back to Augsburg for a year to learn the tricks of the Döner trade -- How to make the sauce, the bread and most importantly the meat. Dad Johann did a two week stint in Augsburg too. The restaurant’s menu says a Döner is “similar to Gyros meat but better.” Johann says many Americans know what a gyro is and thought that was a good way to explain it.


    So what’s better about a Döner? “The Spieß (the meat cooked on a rotating spit) comes already prepared for the gyros,” Johann said. At Döner Kebab and German Cuisine it’s made by hand. It takes Johann about two hours to press the meat onto a Dönerspieß. “In Augsburg there was a guy who could do it in 40 minutes,” Marcus said.


    Enough of the technical details. The Arkosis say their many German guests have been spreading the word rapidly. Irene Foster, a member of a German women's group that keeps in touch online, wrote: "I was in downtown Portland yesterday and ate a super good Döner...I can only recommend it." Augsburg native Eva Steingrueber-Fagan, who has lived Dönerless in the United States for the last 13 years, was very thankful for the tip. “A good Döner is one of the things I miss. I can’t wait to try this restaurant.”


    In fact German guests were the ones who pointed out the sign’s error. “We were so focused on the opening of our restaurant that we didn’t notice it,” Gertrud said. She said the sign maker made the mistake of leaving out the “and.” Several Turkish residents of Portland were not amused. “We had some Turkish people come in to tell us that Döner Kebab is not German,” she said. Gertrud tried to explain to a particularly angry Turkish man why there was no “and” in the sign, but he left without trying a Döner Kebab. Leaving out the "and" wasn’t the only mistake. He should have tried the Döner.


Döner Kebab and German Cuisine

515 SW 4th Ave.

Portland, OR 97204

Tel: 503-295-4929

Open Mon-Sat: 11 am to 8 pm.


APRIL 2009


Berlin Pancakes


Shrove Tuesday Cakes


Berlin Pancakes.jpg


2 cups plus 2 tablespoons flour

1/2 ounce yeast

dash of salt

3 1/2 tablespoons sugar

1 cup plus 2 1/4 teaspoons milk

3 eggs, separated

7 tablespoons butter

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

apricot or other jam

oil for frying

powdered sugar for sprinkling


1. Make a soft dough by combining the flour, yeast, salt, sugar, milk, egg yolks,

butter, and vanilla extract. Cover with a towel and let rise.

2. Roll out the dough on a lightly floured surface to about 1/3 inch thick. Divide the

rectangular dough in half and set one half aside.

3. Use the rim of a drinking glass to lightly mark 8 circles on one half of the dough

(circles should be about 31/2 inches in circumference). Put a spoonful of jam in the

center of each circle.

4. Trace the outline of each circle with a thin coating of egg white. Gently place the

other half of the dough over the dough with the jam rings. Press down lightly so that

the dollops of jam do not spread.

5. Using the rim of the glass, cut through both pieces of dough to cut out the circles.

Press the edges of the dough together to seal the top and bottom halves.

6. Cover the circles with a towel and let rise again, about 10 minutes.

7. Heat oil in a deep fryer and place a few Berliners at a time into hot oil. Cover and

let cook for about 5 minutes. Turn the doughnuts and continue cooking until golden

brown, about 10 minutes total.

8. Remove with a slotted spoon and drain on a paper towel. Sprinkle with powdered




Alternate Recipe


Berliner Pfannkuchen oder Krapfen (Berlin Pancakes or Shrove Tuesday Cakes)

    This is not a pancake at all, but a jelly doughnut under a new name! In Germany these treats are served throughout the Karneval or Fasching festivities leading up to Ash Wednesday. This recipe requires both a bit of time and a bit of work -- which is perhaps why they are usually bought in large quantities at the corner bakery.

Makes 8 - 10 Berliners

2 cups plus 2 tablespoons flour

pinch of salt

.5 oz. dried yeast

1 cup plus 2-1/4 teaspoons milk

3 egg yolks, reserve whites

7 tablespoons butter

3-1/2 tablespoons sugar

1-3/4 tablespoons rum

grated lemon peel or vanilla extract

Filling: apricot or other jam

Confectioner's sugar



Make a soft yeast dough using the above ingredients.

Let rise.

Roll out dough on a lightly foured surface (about a 1/3 inch thick).

Divide the rectangular dough in half and put one half aside.

Mark rings on the remaining half with a wine glass (the circumference should be about 3-1/2 inches) and place a dollop of jam in the center of each ring.

Trace the outline of each ring with a thin coating of egg white.

Carefully place the reserved dough on top and lightly push down so the jam dollops are not spread, but apparent under the dough.

Use the wine glass to cut completely through the dough, lightly pressing the dough edges to seal the top and bottom halves.

Cover loosely with a towel and let rise again, about 10 minutes.

This rising affects both shape and consistency.

Meanwhile, heat oil in a deep saucepan or deep-fryer.

Place a few Berliners at a time gently in the heated oil.

Cover, let cook for about 5 minutes and turn the Berliners once.

Continue cooking until golden brown, about 10 minutes total depending on oil temperature.

Drain Berliners on paper towel.

Sprinkle with cconfectioners' sugar.

The finished Berliner should look like a small cannon ball with a white waist line.


Guten Appetit!



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