A One-Knackwurst Kind of Girl

In the interest of full disclosure, I was (obviously) still somewhat tequila-drunk when I blogged last night. A little tequila, a lot of emotion, add PMS to taste, mix thoroughly and bake at 375 until brown and bubbly. What do you get? Um, Too Much Disclosure (haven't heard of it? Stick around). So apologies to all. No more weepy drunken blogging. I've learned my lesson. Upwards and onwards...

Which brings me to a favorite subject: dirndl dresses. Yes, I've had an affinity for dirndl dresses since preschool, when I apparently insisted on wearing a dirndl dress to school every day (weird, yes, but it was Berkeley in the 70's, so probably not all that weird). It was blue with pink flowers, with laces up the front and a little white blouse and white lace trim. I thought it was beautiful. It was not, perhaps, practical for rolling around in the sandbox...but it was mine.

I had all but forgotten about the dirndl dress until this evening. I found myself at a "biergarten" in Silverlake, on a roofdeck decorated in all things German, with several good friends. I ordered a Hefewisen, of which I drank exactly half, and a plate of knackwurst (one large beef/pork sausage, a lot of intense sauerkraut, potato salad and a small lake of mustard.) Ravenous, I dug into my sausage, secretly wishing I had ordered the other wurst, which came with two pale sausages instead of my one...but alas, my knackwurst did me in...I had to surrender to the pure protein power of the knackwurst because it was all I could do to finish the one wurst on my plate. What can I say, I'm a one-knackwurst kind of girl. But I digress...

My point is, the waitresses were wearing these adorable dirndl dresses. Ours in particular had on a black t-shirt with "Ain't Misbehavin'" on it, underneath a neat, red dirndl dress which framed "Misbehavin'" perfectly on her chest (I couldn't make this up if I tried). Each waitress wore a different dirndl. I momentarily considered working there, because the dresses were just that appealing. It's not every day you see a dirndl dress, and certainly not every day you get to wear one. Unless, of course, you're a waitress at the Red Lion in Silverlake, CA. Then every day is dirndl day...