We are living in Malsburg, a village in Germany's Black Forest. One day we drive a few kilometers up the mountain to Landgasthof Marzell where we are warmly welcomed and seated. Rosemarie, a pretty, young woman is our waitress. She silently calls attention to herself, by sometimes second-guessing where to lay a fork, or hesitating in another decision. Even with her awkwardness, we feel especially cared for. This is a special place, where each person present is lovingly attended to.
I am not usually an adventurous eater, but this night I order pheasant with no regrets. What a delightful evening to remember, a sweet memory.
I think this photograph was taken after a Sunday noon meal with our friend, Elli, on a return visit.