I was talking to my younger sister about a connection that Filipinos and Germans share. She laughed and said “what connection?”
Note:… if you are a vegetarian, you might want to skip this post.
The connection? It’s the pig of course.
As in crispy pata, or cooked adobo style, or sweet sticky Filipino BBQ sticks, in sisig, in sour sinigang soup, as lechon — bamboo pole slowly turned over hot coals and whole pig cooked to crispy skin perfection…and why I don’t think I can ever become a vegetarian.
And…one of the reasons I enjoyed living in Germany.
Filipinos love their piggy. The Germans love their piggy too.
When I got the news that I would be stationed in Germany, I phoned my sisters…and they said, “Great! You have always wanted to go there!”
Really? I did? Apparently when I was a little girl, I spoke of this wish to go to Germany…hmmm, must have been all those castles I heard about.
And as soon as we got there…I loved it.
I loved the green scenery, uber clean streets, loved the villages, the autobahn, loved the architecture and the castles, loved the volksmarching, loved the wine, the people we met, and the food.
We lived in the western part of Germany while I served in the U.S. Air Force, and among the first festivals we attended was the village of Wittlich’s —very popular — Annual Saeubrenner Fest.
Translation? Pig Festival!
Picture from the Wittlich Pig Fest courtesy of Sandy…click on this link for the history of the Pig Fest and Sandy’s blog, Rowdy in Germany.
Walking around the festival…and seeing all the roasted pigs….well, strangely, reminded me of the Philippines.
Jeff, however, not used to seeing whole roasted pigs, was a bit startled, especially seeing pig heads on platters.
But no matter, the jaeger schnitzels, curry wursts, micro-brewed and flavorful beers hooked him in right away.
Distance between the Philippines and Germany? Over 6,000 miles (or over 10,000 kilometers). But for this Filipina, I felt at ease and happy living there.
We lived in a little town called Dudeldorf (really, I am not kidding, say it and it makes you pucker and smile). Dorf translates to village in German.
The town butcher shop was a regular weekend shop stop for me to try the deli meats and German wursts (sausages — which Germans take to a whole other level). There were always ready marinated pork cuts to buy and take home to cook.
The shops knew my little baby girl, Dominique, through seeing her with babysitter Oma Lonien. I think because of this —or maybe just because Germans love little kids– Dominique would get a slice of something yummy from the shopkeeper, whether the meat shop or the local bakery…where she got bread, a roll or some other treat.
A true Filipino celebration is not be complete without the Lechon – whole roasted pig. And there is a part of me that thinks I should be disgusted with looking at a whole animal presented on the table. And then there’s the other part that says…ahh yes, lechon — party time!
And so even if geographically and culturally at least, the Philippines and Germany are far apart, one of my memorable connections….is the piggy.
Well, unless you count that letter pronunciation thing, like the Germans pronouncing “W” words like “V” and vice versa (wise wersa). As in…so come and wisit me in my Willage Vittlich.
And so with Filipinos replacing the letter “F” in certain words with a “P”….as in, be carepul, por you might pall opp! (And get hurt and not able to enjoy your lechon at the party!)
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