Baking in Berlin

Last year at this time I remember scouring the supermarket shelves for ingredients, flipping through my dictionary, and shaking containers to find if the item I was holding was actually the ingredient on my list. Today, I went to the market to get zucchini and nutmeg (for some zucchini bread I plan to bake tomorrow) and when I arrived at Kaisers realized that nutmeg probably had a different name in German, but only the spice wall would tell. I gazed at the hundreds of spice bottles and reached out and plucked one container from the shelf. It seemed right. It had the right color, and the name even seemed correct. I suppose I'll find out tomorrow if I'm right about the jar labeled "Muskatnusswurzer gemahlen" when the bread comes from the oven.

I think I'm figuring out this life abroad thing.