Eating Salami in a Peanut Butter World…
Hi, I’m Karen, the voice behind German Girl in America,
I was born in California, but my heart has always been in Germany. You see, my parents are German, and emigrated to the US in the 60’s to start a new life. Fortunately for me, much of the life they thought they’d left behind came along with them.
My first language was German. I ate German foods, wore German clothes (including those scratchy woolen stockings that Oma sent), went to a German school on Saturdays, we celebrated Christmas on Christmas Eve… Inside the home, my family was German. But outside, we lived in sunny southern California.
This was the 60’s and 70’s, so travel and communication wasn’t like it is now. No Face-Time, Zoom, or even e-mail. Instead, we had occasional scratchy long distance phone calls (where the minutes were carefully watched!), and we’d receive packages wrapped in brown paper and twine covered in stamps and full of delicious treats. Family would visit, and once in a great while, we would board a plane, usually Condor Charter, and fly 11 hours to visit the people we loved.
Growing up this way was normal for me… but I could see how different I was from the other kids. You could say, the salami sandwiches on black crusted rye bread in the lunchroom made me stand out.
Since starting the site in 2014 German Girl in America has evolved to a place I never could have imagined when I started writing about my Oma, lunchrooms, and Weihnachten. Some of my favorite posts do a deep dive into corners of German history, there are closer looks at celebrating holidays, I’ve done many book reviews, and the site has lists of German restaurants from all across the country. We do product reviews, and help you find delicacies from Germany that you miss the most. Thanks to my work with the German National Tourist board, I’m able to show you corners of Germany that you might not have seen before. And I’m delighted to share posts about pockets of German-Americans here in the United States.
Why did I put all this online? I guess that writing it helps me remember…and allows me to share the culture and the recipes I grew up with. The good, the bad; the traditions and the misconceptions about what it means to be German in America.
Some posts you might Enjoy-
Did You Grow up in America with German Parents?
Christmas Memories
Visiting Oma
even though i was born in germany to german parents, when i moved with my husband who was in the army when i met him , i totally understand how you take your culture with you and you have to figure out how to best live with it in a country that is so different and so alike in many ways. what makes it hard for me that we live in an area that is not predominantly german so its harder to get and experience all the things that are available in other parts of the country
Where did you move with your husband? Where I am now it northern California, my kids are surrounded by Asian cultures, which are nice, but it’s not the same. I end up ordering a lot of things online.
Karen enjoy your site. Our lives are very similiar in that we only spoke German at home and I went to German language school in NYC. I‘m a generation older, grew up in an area called Glendale and Ridgewood
, New York. A very German
Community where we had our two German bakeries up the street and our German butchers at the time , Schalker and Weber and Karl Elmer. Also grew up with the Enzian Schuhplatter group. Major in German in college . Decided to return permanently to my parents home town Weingarten/Baden. My son has been he permanently since he was 22, thanks to Uncle Sam when he was sent to Worms as an officer.
Our “German Children in America” club is bigger than any of us expected!
Hallo Karenanne, My father was a first generation German born in the U.S. Moreover, German is still the predominant second language in my home state of North Dakota. So many of the German traditions and foods you describe are very familiar to me. For over twenty years, I’ve enjoyed the great fun of performing with German style brass bands, playing all the wonderful, fun German Festival and Bier Garten music that brings much happiness to audiences. While I’ve only visited Germany once, I felt very much at home. As invited, I posted your article to an FB Group I created… and I look forward to your posts. Vielenho Dank!
Thank you… what’s the name of the group?
Hi there!
Even though I am “only” German I find your site very interesting. Never thought about some of the “why things are different” but I wonder about some things here in the US and still can’t figure them out…
Schoen mal das ganze von der “anderen Seite” zu lesen:-)
Hmm, how do I get my son to eat a nice salami sandwich. I guess he is already too americanized, eating white bread with peanut butter:( He likes fitting in as well. I think I will make sandwiches for dinner tonight!
Christina in Arkansas
Grin… it’s hard to get kids to eat new things sometimes…. We just never had peanut butter. A nice Fleishwurst might appeal to him.. it looks like bologna.
Good luck!
Roswitha,
both my sons were more into US food when they were younger. I introduced them to German food via the Mehlspeisen from Bavaria. I would make a simple Einlagensuppe and Kaiserschmarrn. As they grew older I introduced German night when their dad (American) was not home. They started to really look forward to German night. Then I made Abendbrot instead of a cooked meal at night and now that they are nearly adults they love Abendbrot the best. I bake my own Germanstyle Mischbrot and on the day I bake my sons always make it a point to be home for fresh baked bread, still slightly warm, with some butter on it.
Plus of course some of the favorites, Sauerbraten, Goulasch, Sauerkraut, Knoedeln. Keep in mind that German kids are just as picky as American kids.
Good Luck.
Gabriele
They can be… but not in my mom’s house! I love that you have German night. Fun!
Gabriele, would you be willing to share your recipe for the Mischbrot? I would love to bake my own bread.
All the comments ring so true and bring back a flood of memories of my German heritage childhood . As the daughter of a Greek – American father and a German mother who had never been in the U.S. until we came here when I was a child in 1970, I found the ” Americanization ” process a little difficult under my mother’s strictly German philosophy of living . I, too, was sent off to school with liver wurst sandwiches on black bread while my classmates had p+ j sandwiches ; Mc Donald’s was absolutely forbidden as were jello molds and corn on the cob -, my mother relented on that food a few years later when she realized how delicious it was; also , sandwiches were open-faced and eaten with a knife and fork , the eating utensils held in the European style , of course !
I am one of the last of the “boat people”. I came from Germany with my parents on a passenger liner from Germany to the East Coast of the USA. My father had a job with a German company opening offices in the US. All our friends were german. We moved to California after a year (still all German friends). I was even kicked out of kindergarten because I could not speak English, and apparently resorted to biting! I remember all my elementary school sandwiches being prepared with thick butter, instead of the nice mayonnaise all the American kids had. Nutella might as well have been from Mars! The other kids looked aghast when it was on my sandwich (with butter). Gruenkohl, Kaiserschmarren, leberkaese… yes I was from a foreign country. My American husband and I got married in Germany. I now have my own kids- who went to German school every Saturday- One of our favorite ways to speak with our cousins in Germany is in “Germish”, a language of our own creation. My daughter graduated with a degree in German from TCU. Right now I’m baking Pflaum Kuchen… that’s how I stumbled on you fun web site! It is now added to my favorites.
Love it! Your story is almost like mine. I’m glad you found our site!
How do you make the Pflaum Kuchen. Do you have a recipe My mom made Kuchen. Thanks
YES! Here is a recipe
https://germangirlinamerica.com/plum-cake-pflaumenkuchen/
I just came across your lovely website. I suppose that my children‘s experience is a sort of mirror image of your childhood. I‘m an American, but my children were born and are being raised in Austria. While I love and appreciate the culture here, I do my best to incorporate aspects of my US culture experience into our children‘s lives as much as possible – in this post, I‘m writing about foods/customs – (celebrating Christmas 25.12 (and with Christkind 24.12!), Hershey‘s kisses, Reese‘s PB cups, PBJ sandwiches (here, they‘re the oddballs with a salami on rye :-)), Hellman‘s mayo, Thanksgiving, Pies. I grew up in a family who made all meals from scratch in the US, and that I have in common with folks here in Austria. But our from scratch cooking is just a bit different, and I like hanging on to the way we did it in the US, as well as learning new, wonderful techniques.
Anyhow, your post on what to bring back from Germany reminded me of how lucky I am to live in Austria and have these wonderful items at my fingertips, too. And it made me think of how lovely it is to hold on to traditions.
Thank you!
Nice! I’d love to hear more. Send me an email… [email protected]
I have been looking for a place where I can order canned german wurst. Any suggestions?
Like these—>https://amzn.to/2ZXe3gM
Please send me a telephone number for the German food box
I don’t have a phone number… all information should be on the website in the About Us section
Hello. Just stumbled across your site. I am a first generation American. My parents came here in 1951. They met in NYC at a German dance hall. I was born in 54. My first language was German. I started kindergarten and could not speak English. I can still remember how scared I was. We had no relatives here other than my father’s uncle. All my parents friends became onkel & tante. Their children were our cousins. They all were off the boat after the war as well. We would visit or they would visit us. Their was always a lot of food. Parties in the finished basement where the German music would blast. I went to Germany twice. Once at 5 and once at 17. My only grandparent, opa would fly and visit us for 6 weeks. Of course he had my bedroom. I still have relatives there. I remember the German deli’s and bakeries in the bronx. My husband was raised in a Norwegian household. His grandparents came from Norway. It worked out great for us as we were raised similar. We brought up our children listing to german/ Norwegian music . We also incorporated the food into our home. I am teaching some things to my grandchildren now. Thank you for your recipes. My mom died young and some of her recipes were lost. I am going to try the plum cake. The only thing that I saw in the recipe that I know my mom didn’t use was the pudding. I think that I will try it. One of my favorite wurst is the touristen wurst. Keep posting!
I’m glad you found us!
Did I lose you again?
Hi Ron… No, I’m here. I got swept up in a last minute Christmas Market Tour! (Learned about it Saturday, flew on Tuesday) and it’s been a whirlwind (plus the wifi is wonky)
I’ll tell you all about it when I get home!!
Karen
My Mutti came to the US in 1969 and I was born in Chicago in 1972. I spent most summers of my life in Germany visiting my Opa and Oma and those memories are priceless. My Oma passed away in 2013 and my Mutti in 2016, but my children were able to make their own memories with them in Germany. This site always makes me smile, the recipes are delicious, and I also learn new things too!
I’m so glad you found us!
My parents emigrated from Austria in 1951 along with my brother who was just 10 months old. I was born 4 years later so I am first generation American. I too grew up with receiving and sending brown paper packages sent to our German relatives and went to visit them twice for month long vacations. German was my first language too and yes, I was different from my classmates for this reason and so many others but I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I love my Austrian heritage. ❤️
isn’t it wonderful? Two worlds belong to you!
I am also from Austria, Salzkammergut and bin here since 1966 when i was 24 years old and live now in Alaska
How nice to read all the post here from people who immigrated to this country just like I have in 1963. My husband was also in the Army when we met in my hometown. Our oldest daughter was born in Heidelberg, Germany and after his tour he came home to the islands and I followed shortly after. There certainly was a culture shock at the beginning for me since Hawai’i has a totally different culture and lifestyle than anywhere in the USA. But I assimilated quickly because I had married into a wonderful loving Native Hawaiian family that immediately embraced me as their long awaited daughter finally coming home. This new life style was so different and exciting that I focused more on my English than my own native language. Thanks to my father-in law who took me to the library to get a card so I could borrow books after I mentioned that I love to read. He also encouraged me to read the daily newspaper with him during our morning coffee together. Naturally I also learned to speak what locals call pidgin English, a mixture of English and Hawaiian, a language once forbidden by the white missionaries, but was sometimes spoken privately and in secret. My mother-in
law, a Native, spoke it fluently. Once my husband and I moved into our own home I did incorporate some of my German culture and traditions. Especially the Christmas ones with the advent calendar which my mom always mailed us. And till today even though the kids have grown and have families of their own I still have an advent wreath on a stand on my dining table. I’m also of Jewish descendant so I display a menorah. Between the German, French, Jewish and Hawaiian traditions I’m definitely a mixed bag of culture. Thanks to my mom, packages with German goodies and lederhosen for the little girls and all my German children books began to arrive not long after I landed in the islands. In my kitchen was the cuckoo clock , I had the old coffee bean grinder and other kitchen gadgets from “home”, like the egg holders. She also send us German board games, pick up sticks and tiddlywinks in the read and white wooden mushroom holder. I also introduced my family to Germans food by and cooking some of the yummy German meals I watched my mom, my fabulous aunt and Oma prepared daily and especially on Sundays. Now I’m not a great cook nor do I like to cook and bake. But if I have to I can turn out a great German meal. I still have my mom’s first cookbook she got(it came with the stove)when she purchased her first gas stove. Over the years we have gone back to Germany, France and Italy where I still have family and friends. One of my upbringing that I have never changed and passed on to my kids grandkids and even my little great granddaughters are real handkerchiefs. We always have one in our pockets and definitely in our handbags when going out. Even just to the grocery store. It’s a must have at all times…and I have a large collection of them.
wonderful story! Thank you for sharing it!
Isn’t it interesting how many of us there are…
Love reading the comments!! My great grandfather came to this great country in the 1800’s. I carry on the tradition of
delicious German cuisine several times a year when we have a Familyfest.
Aren’t the comments great? Turns out, we are one GIANT club
I am full blooded German. Grew up in Radolfzell am Bodensee. Never meet any Americans, until I left Radolfzell. Ended up living in Bittburg, pretty close to Trier, where I met and married my American husband. He spoke a little German and I didn’t speak any English. After I came to America, I became self taught in the American language. Never heard of American cooking. Therefore my cooking skills where all German. My children, I had two girls, loved my German cuisine.. Well the didn’t have any choice. Now I can cook all kinds of different cuisine, from different countries. Became quite a good cook. One thing I can not do, is bake German bauern bread. Anything baked with yeast, forget it. Have tried many times and all of them failed and ended up in the garbage can. The first time I cooked a Turkey, omg, could not read English and baked that poor bird in its plastic bag. Had no clue about the oven temperature. Needless to say, the Turkey never got done. When I tried making the Turkey, my husband was at the base. I really wanted to surprise him, and just look what happen. Yep, it ended up in the trashcan. We ended up eating at the military base. I always loved reading books. When I ran out of my German books, I was forced to learn how to read. My husband used to make me read the newspaper, of course I pronounced each letter the German way. I could never understand why Americans hung a e on a word. The word stone, just to give a example. I pronounced the German e, which of course made no sense to a Americans. The had no clue what I was trying to say. Took me some time to learn. I’m the only one in my family, who went to America, and the were very disappointed with me. Now I have no more living siblings or mother. The things I miss here, is the Bauern brot, the Liver pate, smoked Mettwurst, Jagdwurst and the German goodies comes Christmas time. Specially the Domino Steine, German Lebkuchen Kekse and the Pfeffernuesse. Used to order those from a place outside of Dallas, TX. Unfortunately the closed down two years ago. I only live 4 hours drive away from them and got my package 3 days later. I so miss that place, and of course my Germany.
Check the site for places to order German Treats online…https://germangirlinamerica.com/where-buy-german-food-online/
Dear Karen, I am so glad I found your website. While being born in Poland, I grew up in Germany and came to the US when I was 19/20. My children are obsessed with everything German. Last year they got introduced to a nice German/Turkisch Doner Kebab and that is how I found you. My 7 year old is trying hard to learn German and would love to move back. I love having them exposed to all the different cultures I experienced. She definitely loves her Salzkartoffeln mit Gulasch. Thanks for sharing your recipes and experiences. Greetings from Ann Arbor MI
Nice to meet you too! And I’m glad you found us.
Tell your daughter, I was the kid who would sneak cold leftover potatoes out of the refrigerator, sprinkle with a bit of salt, then eat them cold. so good!
Guten Tag,
I am from Germany, from Saarland to be exact. We speak funny and live on Liyoner und Kartoffel. We are know for our Liyoner. Kind of funny. Kein Mozart Bach oder Beethoven but Liyoner. It is nice to find a site to connect with your fellow German’s. I live in Upstate NY cane over in the 70’s and I try to go home every year.
Hello and welcome!
Dear Karen, My name is Claire Sanders Swift and I appreciate this website. My family the Sanders family emigrated from Germany at the turn of the century. Meantime, I am working now as a visual editor for a new digital news organization. We are doing an article on Konigsbachfall in Berchtesgaden National Park. I’d very much like to be obtain the rights use your image of the Biergarten on your homepage. Can you guide me where I find it? My best, Claire Swift 202253-0010. Great work on this website.
I sent you an email
darf ich fragen, warum hier englisch geschrieben wird?
Weil wir im USA sind…
I had English in school so I spoke a little but it took a while to understand everything and after 52 years I still have an accent. I hate it when I tell people I have been here 52 years and they say how cone you still have an accent??? Yes so does Henry Kissinger and he is smart. I heard that you have to be very young when you
come here and and go to school here to lose an accent. However everyone is different. I speak high German so that might make a difference ( I am from Berlin)
my mother was 27 years old when she came to the US in 1949 and could speak no German. She never had an accent, you could never even know she wasn’t born American. I did wonder why her friends had heavy accents. When I learned German in Austria people said the same thing to me that they didn’t know I was American. I was 13 at the time.
Some people have an ear for accents and can adopt them easily. Others have their accent glued onto their voice forever. My parents have so many German friends… some you can hear it, others you can’t.
Comment? i could write a book. I loved your story! I came from Berlin in1961 and have lived since then in many different countries on different continents. But that is not what I want to talk about. “You are a very beautiful looking German lady. Many more years to go!!!” Ha, But dear Mr. Dick Deeing, Learn Engish ! It’s a must ! Natuerlich sprechen wir deutsch. Parlez-vous francaise? And now a dip in the pool, Florida weather is great!!! Adios, mes amis, Margot
German girl here too living in Ohio now. We have 4 kids and I try hard to keep the German traditions alive for them. We homeschool so it’s a little easier to incorporate some into our daily lives.
Our kids love German food and prefer a good salami bread to a peanut butter sandwich.
Did you keep up speaking German to your kids? My oldest three are fairly fluent, the youngest is slowly getting there. They all seem very stubborn when it comes to speaking it.
Oh… I tried teaching them German (that’s another post–> https://germangirlinamerica.com/losing-language/)
Honestly, If you are both on the same page about it, they will learn. They may be stubborn, but in the end, they will love it.
I love your site. My parents came here in the 1950’s and I can relate to so many of the things on your site.
We are just one big club, aren’t we?
Love this page. My children born in Germany came here 3 and 6 years old.my husband and I teached them both language. Thank you for all recipe and culture of German live
I;m glad you like it! Thank you!!
I too, am a child of German immigrants. But, I’m not even 1st generation American. My kids are! I was born in Canada, 2 years after my parents immigrated. Started kindergarten speaking only German. I was terrified! I started school at the age of 4. They said it would give me a chance to catch up with the Canadian kids. It probably did work, but I just remember being scared and wanting my Mutti. It did get easier, somewhat, had to learn to ignore being called a kraut and a Jew killer. Then we moved to the States in 1970. This move wss very traumatic for me. I started the 7th grade in America, and I think the American kids were even more cruel than the Canadian kids. I remember taking my German style sandwiches for lunch, but never ate them because I was embarrassed and couldn t handle all the taunts. I never had many friends over to the house because I was embarrassed of the thick accent my mother had. I pretty much had to translate to my friends what my Mutti said. I had never met my German relatives until 1972 when my parents and I went back for Christmas. I came back with a new mind set: no longer would I be embarrassed by my heritage or carry the guilt of something I had nothing to do with. I love being German!
Oh boy, kids can be cruel. My sandwiches were picked on (idiots, my sandwiches on dark bread with wurst were better than stupid PBJ on Webers), I got called a Nazi (really confusing), and my parents had accents. I’m glad you found the strength to get past it. Welcome to the page!
Hello! I’m so happy I found your site! I have a question and I’m wondering if you can help. I have a vintage candleholder/music box that came from this region in Germany. It was passed down to me by my great-grandfather. Are there places do you feel that would repair a vintage music box? It is a nativity scene and there are figurines missing I’m hoping can be replaced.
welcome.
I don’t know who could fix it… but here is a place you might find replacement parts
https://www.christkindl-markt.com/parts/
Love your site, had to read the comments section twice, there are so many things that I can relate with. Parents came to Canada from Austria in the 1950’s, and settled for the first 5 years in a remote logging camp where I was born and only German speaking families lived. Very similar story to other comments, could not speak any English when I started school. So to add a little more controversy with me growing up, I have a very German/Austrian first name which did not help with being ridiculed along with different foods and culture.
Oh! I bet! My father is a Dieter..I know what you went through
I have been to Frankfurt many times and have fallen in love with Apfelwein. The problem is finding it here in the States. There are a few places that sell Possman, which is just average, in my opinion. In addition, it’s EXTREMELY expensive! I am looking for recommendations on an American cider that could be considered a close facsimile to a great, dry Apfelwein.
Karen, love your website. Brings back many memories. I am a German Boy in America. Its hilarious how much I can relate to your adventures growing up in a German family. Everything you talked about is spot on. My family came from the former Yugoslavia abut of German descent in 1951. I was born in 1953. I was always referred to as the “Amerikaner”. I wouldn’t give up my child hood for anything growing up in a German family. So many fond memories of my parents and brothers.
We really are one big club. Thank you!
I had English in school so I spoke a little but it took a while to understand everything and after 52 years I still have an accent. I hate it when I tell people I have been here 52 years and they say how cone you still have an accent??? Yes so does Henry Kissinger and he is smart. I heard that you have to be very young when you
come here and and go to school here to lose an accent. However everyone is different. I speak high German so that might make a difference ( I am from Berlin)
My mom still has an accent… when people ask where she’s from, she says California.
Karen, I love your site. I was stationed in Germany from 1986 to 1989, and it was one of the most wonderful experiences of my life.
Thank you!
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Why does my German Lemon cake crater (fall) ? Forth tiome withoput opening oven door and still falls.
I don’t know… I’ve never had the issue…
I’m so glad I found this I also was a german girl in 1964 when I arrived in USA read all your story could have been me have all the same memories from Germany have 3 children that all have families now my daughters still talk about the exitment of waiting for a Christmas package from OMA I couldn’t cook when I arrived so we never had good German meals until someone came to visit and cooked but when I moved from the south after 20 years to southern cal. I found more German stores and food and started cooking out of a book my mother had given me years earlier that she recieved ( kochbuch fuer die buegerliche kueche ) also I now own many cookbooks and became a somewhat good cook I find myself in my older age wanting more of the foods I grew up with . Same with traditions I’ m more into them now than ever before that’s why I’m glad to find this website.I don’t like flying so I never went home to many times but always had plenty fam. since s.cal has such beautiful weather for 30 years my mother visited 3 month in the winter every year miss her very much but still have sisters and nieces and nephews that visit a lot and they call me an American now but in my heart home is still and will always be Germany
I’m glad you are here! I started writing the website to share with my kids… it’s nice to find out there are so many others like us in the world!
My husband’s family, Vollkommer, Came to US in 1800.s Have been looking for them last 20 years, found I have some German dna along with Polish, Russian, Hungarian. Need to get your website for Vollkommer
I only just realized about a year ago that I was raised in a German neighborhood in New Jersey. My grandfather and his parents and siblings came from Germany in 1880s. My grandfather died in 1979 but i do not remember him speaking German maybe a word here or there. I do not think any of my aunts and uncles spoke it either. Obivously, no one in neighborhood or schools did either, I went to the same schools that my moms family went, I was raised in the house my great grandparents bought when they came from Germany. Now i realized that the streets were German origin a lot of our neighbors who settled long after my great grandparents moved there when there were only a few streets and they were of german origin. One Aunt lived with my grandfather and she would cook some german meals like spaetzle, german pancakes, This did not register as something special to us growing up we kids thought it was normal .Now I understand why we listened to guy lombardo, lawrence welk and learned to POLKA at 5 years old…I always thought everybody did that it took me 67 years to figure that out. !!!!!
During World War 1 much of German culture in the US was stamped out. It’s possible that your family just chose to assimilate and let much of their German culture go. It’s not unusual. But food and memories don’t go away so easily. this might explain it a bit-> https://germangirlinamerica.com/burning-beethoven-the-eradication-of-german-culture-in-the-united-states-during-world-war/
I enjoyed reading about all the experience German people are
telling us.
welcome!
Thank You Karen for the Beautiful German Museum Pictures. Also, I just got Your German Cookbook on kindle and I am learning to cook for my 91 year old Sharp as a tack German born Father here in the states. I cannot believe you have mustard eggs I almost cried. My Mom always made that for our family. She passed away about 4 yrs now. So your cookbook really help me cook for Dad. We also talk German at home still. Or as we say Germanenglishhhhh. Also I grew up in Califonria too. We were a hope and a skip from each other. We could have gone to Museums together. Now here in Oregon. You still look the same as your were when you were younger hair color a little different. Well gotta fo help my Dad. Love You and Your Site. Diana M. Staudinger
I grew up in La Verne, and went to German school in West Covina and Ontario. Now I’m on the Central Coast. Thanks to my hairdresser, my hair color is changing a bit. It’s always good to have a little help with these things (especially since I can’t stop the aging part)
I’m glad you like my book. Thank you!