Hats off to the Hausfrauen!

Every German woman is my hero. When a women here says they are a housewife (hausfrau) it constitutes everything similar in the states. They cook, clean, take care of kids, all the fun things women are entitled to do. These ladies don't rest of their laurels though (I learned a laurel is a wreath! Probably not the most comfortable place to relax anyways.) they go all out. Elke cleans the whole house (this includes the oven) every other day and I would eat off of the living room floor if all the plates were dirty. Like they ever would be.
And Nick's Mom, Sonja, keeps an unbelievably awesome garden while taking care of a political party and a husband that gets called into work at three am on a regular basis. (Plus I really like that she puts fruit into my cereal in the morning before I come down to breakfast, Thanks Sonja.)
But that is not the important part, because honestly, it's practically inhuman. These ladies are exceptional. The best part (for me, the lazy host-student) is the daily cake allowance (It's really more of fruit with cream, but whatever, Germans don't get cake. I forgive them.) and the meals.
I love the food here. My love handles agree.
They make so many delicious things. "Black forest cake, with frosting like snow on the eaves of a Bavarian castle!" -H.J. Simpson (Edit: The black forest is not in Bavaria. There's only lederhosen, coo coo clocks, and FC Bayern fans there.) It's uncanny how the food here is. I can't explain it. You can take a bite of something and be completely brought to another world. So far, I have eaten spätzle that tasted like camping, marmalade that brought me back to pre-school and fingerpainting, and yesterday I ate cake that was a Fall day reincarnate. It's unexplainable, you just take a bite and immediately you're thinking of apple orchards and carving pumpkins. I'm not the only one, (or in the very least I'm not the only insane one) because other American students have taken bites of my examples and noted the exact same thing. It's truly indescribable. How do they do it?
I'll just chalk it up to the fact that Elke refuses to wear sweatpants while she's at home. (Überhaupt keine Joggenhose!) What a classy lady.

I would like to note, before I wrap this up, that my mom tops all of these women for three reasons:
1) My mom does all the house work while simultaneously owning a farm and raising eight kids that would have given Genghis Khan a hard time.. Elke is a proud housewife and only housewife. She told me herself she tried having a job, but decided on staying home instead.
2) I could live without any food item made here. I cannot live without my mom's cinnamon rolls or bread. If you haven't tasted them, be grateful, it's like having a crack addiction.
3) C'mon you guys. She's my mom.