After loosing a loved one, many would consider holidays such as Christmas and Thanksgiving as the most difficult to endure.  While this past holiday season was certainly not easy after losing my Dad last Spring, it’s a lesser known family holiday tradition that will truly be a test of emotional strength and serve as a marker for life “after Dad”.

Moving out to Long Island from Queens in the late 1940s, my father’s family went from a bustling city life to sprawling countryside leaving behind the close knit neighborhoods and culturally diverse shops, stores and ways of life.

My grandmother, wanting to keep the family close while out on Long Island and wanting to preserve the German heritage of which both her and my grandfather descended from, decided to hold an annual get together every New Year’s Day which included all of the traditional German fare.  Sauerbraten, kartoffelkloesse (potato dumplings), kartoffelpuffer (potato dumplings), rotkohl (sweet & sour red cabbage) and spatzle (egg noodles) were all part of the line-up that reminded the family of home.  And of course, the meal wouldn’t be complete without the ubiquitous, albeit slightly peculiar German gravy made out of crumbled gingersnap cookies.

My Grandparents, Robert & Ethel

My Grandparents, Robert & Ethel

My grandmother continued on with this meal every year on New Year’s Day, through 5 children, my dad being shipped off to the Vietnam war, her children getting married and many other monumental moments and changes in life – it was something constant that everyone could rely on. Over the years the guest list even expanded to include new family members, new friends and even loyal patrons to my Dad’s restaurant.  He was so enamored with the family tradition, he made the most of having to open the doors on New Year’s Day by putting Sauerbraten on the menu that one day of the year and giving everyone a little taste of Germany.

Unfortunately my grandmother passed shortly after my parents married and I never had a chance to meet her or talk to her first hand about the meal and the tradition.  However, my father being the oldest and the best cook in the family picked up the tradition as his own.  Slowly but surely the yearly tradition began to gain steam with a brand new audience – my mother’s side of the family.  Just imagine the melting pot soon assembling at my parent’s dining room table with my mom’s predominately Irish family mixed in with the Germans and even Albanians.  It was clear though, no matter what your own family heritage and traditions were, everyone fell in love with “German Day”.

By the time my siblings and I showed up, German Day was just part of the norm.  I can’t remember any year of my life not being kicked off on New Year’s Day with a house full of people, a roaring fire in the fireplace and copious amounts of meat and potatoes.  While my Dad incorporated various German foods and dishes into our everyday diets (a favorite of his was Schinkenfleckerl comprised of egg noodles and leftover cubed ham cooked together with a beaten egg), we reserved the almighty sauerbraten for German Day and German Day only.

It wasn’t until six years ago that the tradition proved to be more than just a holiday and marked the beginning of a six year goodbye to our Dad.  A few days after Christmas that year he went into the hospital and we learned that he would be there up until at least New Years Eve, if not longer.  Realizing that our decades long tradition was in jeopardy, my brother, sister and I quickly gathered and began devising up a game plan as our mom wasn’t very sure the whole thing could be achieved.




Being the oldest child and most interested in cooking at that time, I knew one day this tradition would be passed on to me but I never expected it to be this soon!  I started to wonder if we could pull it off.  I had been around this meal my entire life, had helped out every year with the cooking & preparation but yet nothing had ever been written down into a recipe and I began to panic. Failing at this would be a huge disappointment, mostly to myself.



Despite all of the obstacles and difficulties we banded together and got to work.  I would call my dad in the hospital if there was any question on what to do next but for the most part, the ingredients & steps, stored away for the past year, started to seep back into all of our minds.  In a fit of madness I even decided to try my hand at a new tradition by making a German lebkuchen cake.  All bets were off, we had to succeed.


The big day arrived and in a twist of fate my dad came home that very New Year’s Day.  Immediately he started to examine what we had been up to, making sure it was up to par and we began to really felt the pressure.  It was one thing to impress my relatives – it was another to impress or even just please my Dad.  While stubbornness is a long held stereotype of the Germans, in my Father’s case it was the truth.  As proud as he was for us to continue on the tradition, you could sense his unwillingness to let go just yet.

The end of the night came and while still riddled with minor jabs and criticisms, my father turned to me and stated a simple, “great job” with his signature mustached grin and in that moment I had never felt more proud of myself and my family.

The next six years were a roller coaster for my family as my Dad’s illness progressed and we all began to accept the ultimate outcome, although unsure when it would happen.  Many holidays, Christmases, Thanksgivings, Easters, even New Year Eves were spent in the hospital but no matter what, he was always well enough to come home for New Year’s Day.  Little did we know last January when he made it home just in time that by May we would need to say our goodbyes for good in less than 5 months.

A few things have changed over the years, like moving the actual date to after New Year’s Day as to alleviate the pressure of  traveling (and the pressure of the our New Year’s Eve hangover) and the potato “ball” jokes have evolved but we still have not written down the recipe for my Grandmother’s Sauerbraten.  And I plan on keeping it that way.  Remembering it this way, means never having to forget and always being able to transport to the time we spent together, especially the time spent in the kitchen.

So this year, the first year after he has passed, it seems only fitting we celebrate again, after a week which would have marked my Dad’s 67th birthday.  My grandmother’s china is set on the table, the latkes have been perfectly browned and walking into the kitchen the overwhelm me with emotion of celebrations past.

We will celebrate today in honor of my Dad, a man who lived by the notion that you are made rich by the people you keep in your company, by enjoying good food (and drink) and making enough memories to fill an entire lifetime with endless stories.  Because in the end, those memories are all you have to keep.

Happy German Day, Dad. We miss you.


Kielbasa Stuffed Pretzels

A mouth-watering recipe for homemade pretzels that steps up the standard ‘pigs in a blanket’ appetizer standard.


1 batch pretzel dough (see below)

2 packages quality kielbasa or bratwurst

Baking Soda

4 tablespoons butter, melted

Pretzel salt (or coarse kosher salt)

1 tablespoon oil

Pretzel Dough

1 1/2 cups warm water

1 tablespoon sugar

1 package dry yeast

4 cups flour

In a large bowl dissolve sugar into the warm water.  Add package of dry yeast and set aside for 5 minutes, until the mixture begins to foam.  Stir in four cups of flour, one at a time.  Either using the dough hook attachment or kneading by hand*, knead the dough until smooth (about 5 minutes).

Remove the dough and grease the bowl with oil.  Add the dough back to the bowl and cover with plastic wrap.  Let rest in an hour in a warm area.

While the pretzel dough rises, slice kielbasa into half moon shapes and pre-heat oven to 375 degrees.  On the stove, bring one pot of water combined with half cup of baking soda to a boil.

Prepare the pretzels by breaking off quarter sized pieces of dough and wrap around a piece of kielbasa.  Once 10 are assembled, place into boiling water for 2 minutes or until they rise to the top.  Remove the pretzels and place on a greased baking sheet.  Drizzle butter on top of each pretzel and sprinkle with salt.  Bake in the oven for 15 minutes or until golden brown.  Continue making pretzels in batches until all of the pretzel dough has been used.

Serve hot or cold with spicy mustard.