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Pounding the Schnitzel

Posted in Food, Glorious Food, Uncategorized with tags , , , on September 19, 2009 by davegerry

There is no one who enjoys a good euphemism for self gratification more than me. I was in Las Vegas years ago watching a George Carlin show and the pony tailed word master went on a five minute rant about thinly veiled terms for pleasuring oneself.  Pounding the Schnitzel may not have been on the list but my favorite, by far, was Waxing the Dolphin!

So, continuing with today’s Oktoberest theme, I offer up this tried and true recipe for fail-safe schnitzel from the old days in Kitchener-Waterloo.

Take your veal, pork, chicken, turkey (whatever) cutlet, place it between two layers of wax paper..flatten it to no more than a quarter of inch any way you like. Use a rolling pin, bottom of a small frying pan, wooden muddler.

Choose your Weapon

Choose your Weapon

  1. Dredge the flattened cutlet in flour that’s been seasoned with a little salt and pepper.
  2. Dip it in a beaten egg wash (just whites is fine too).
  3. Recoat in a mixture of dried bread crumbs, garlic powder and grated Parmesan cheese.
  4. Pan fry on the stove top in a little butter and oil until golden brown. (watch it doesn’t burn)
  5. Serve immediately..or keep it crisp and warm in a preheated 250 degree oven. Make sure you put a lemon wedge on the plate.

Guten appetit!



Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on September 18, 2009 by davegerry
The Stein Way

The Stein Way

The biggest fair in the world begins today in Munich.

Yes, it’s Oktoberfest. More than six million people will guzzle more than seven million litres of beer and gorge themselves on such traditional fare as (don’t hold me to these spellings, nor the  lack of umlauts) Sauerkraut, Wurstel, Schweinebraten,  Steckerlfisch, Obatzda and Kasespatzle. If you were reading that out loud while sitting at your computer you might need a Miracle Chamois for the keyboard.

There are Oktoberfests held all over the globe at this time of year, even in such unlikely spots as Hong Kong and Vietnam. Blumenau, Brazil and Kitchener-Waterloo in Canada, with about 700,000 visitors each, are annually vying for second place.

I know something about Oktoberfest. I attended the Kitchener-Waterloo event annually for the better part of a decade.

For the first couple of years I was strictly a care-free, debauched imbiber. Here is an ancient photograph, circa 1976 , in which I am absolutely snockered on Pilsner.


Not surprisingly, I do not remember this moment. Though I was wearing the prerequisite souvenir beer hall feathered hat, I don’t think I was sporting any lederhosen (leather shorts).       I may not have been wearing any pants at all.

Later, in my capacity as a reporter for the local television station, I wound  up covering Oktoberfest in all its glory, from the tapping of the first keg to the big parade, year after year after year. This was a completely different experience than getting up on a table and doing the Chicken Dance every few minutes. You try eliciting a coherent response from someone who can no longer tell their hand from a pickled pig knuckle.

Reporter: Sir, are you having a good time?


At which point the individual inevitably slid beneath his chair to vomit on your shoes.

The first house that Angie and I ever owned was a typical two story brick bungalow in Kitchener ($49,000!)  right across the street from the city’s second largest German Canadian club.

Each Oktoberfest evening a long line of buses would cue up curbside in front of our home. They would let the engines idle for hours.

Eventually, members of the merry horde would stumble out of the festhall into the crisp autumnal air and, with a synchronistic grope, reach for their collective zippers.

I can testify that many of them sought relief in the shrubbery at Casa Gerry.

Keeping cats out of the garden is one thing,  pulling a tinkling Dieter from the hedge is quite another.