Roast chicken really isn’t anything special. But my take on German Roast Chicken with Serviettenknoedel is.
A basic roast chicken was one of the first things I learned how to make in my culinary education because it’s cheap, easy and packs an impressive punch. Ever hear of “engagement chicken”? Well, if that were true, I’d be married 100x over for the amount of roast chickens I’ve made for people (though mostly female, I suppose). Anyway, there are countless ways to jazz up a bird, and today I’m going to share the German way which, flavor wise, isn’t that much different than the American Thanksgiving palate.
The other reason I’m opting for a roast chicken this week is that the best roast I’ve ever had was in Germany, roasted in a truck and eaten on the side of the road on a picnic bench. Let me explain.
Back in 2010 two of my girls and I decided we needed to go back to Oktoberfest for the 200th anniversary after having more fun than expected at Oktoberfest 2009. I suggested spending the week before biking through the Bavarian Alps and to have OKT be our reward upon finishing our trek. Reluctantly (?) they both agreed. I’m actually not sure about Helen, but Dawn does not like biking. Or maybe she didn’t realize she didn’t like biking until after this trip. Anyway, it was (in my opinion) a great trip. There’s just something to getting “lost” in the German countryside, tucked in small, picturesque villages amidst the spectacular mountains. It was on that trip that our famous “look where we are!” pose was coined and to date, it’s been my favorite trip.
For all that could have gone wrong, we were pretty lucky by having 4/5 of our days trouble free, with all of the disasters happening on the same day. I guess it’s better to get it all over with, right? Here’s what went wrong:
(1) that day started out slippery, and H took a hard fall when her bike tire skidded as we were trying to catch the morning train to Austria, leaving her arm tender though, luckily, not broken;
Finally on the train to Austria
(2) once we arrived at the real start of our biking for the day, we ended up riding approximately 45 minutes uphill, so focused on the damn hill that we missed the scenic viewing of the Isar Springs reserve that we were supposed to see. Dawn also lost (but then luckily found) her camera on that hill;
Camera found! She had to drive about 20 minutes back down the hill to get it.
(3) That 45 minute uphill ride ended up being completely unnecessary to get us to our hotel for that night- it was the only out-and-back of the entire trip.
Perhaps the “picture of the trip”. This was not staged- the cow moo’d unexpectedly at the right time, and I just happened to catch the look on Dawn’s face when she turned around.
(4) Dawn fell off her bike going up the hill and landed in the same exact spot on her knee where she had fallen the day before
(5) We were hungry from having not packed sufficient food; and the clincher that made the whole day shot to hell…
(6) when driving down the 45 minute hill, H’s bike tire popped and none of us knew how to change it. When the ‘emergency taxi’ came to pick up H and her bike to take to the next town to get it fixed, there was no room for me or Dawn, leaving us separated from Lettuce with barely-working cell phones, no real maps, and no definitive directions to get us back on the trail from that town since it was off of our route.
Me and H, NOT knowing how to change a bike tire…
Dawn, ACTUALLY changing the bike tire
Somehow we managed to reunite with H and her now-fixed bike and with approximately an hours’ ride left to go, we were almost at our hotel for the night. But we were starving. Enter, the chicken truck.
When asking the girls for their memories on this event, Dawn swears I was slow on the uptake and completely missed the big yellow truck in the Aldi parking lot (v. possible), and the intoxicating smell of rotisserie chicken emitting from it. In any case, we had to eat NOW. Right then and there. We bought a chicken, took it to the nearest park bench and devoured it. If anyone saw us, they’d have thought we hadn’t eaten in two weeks. I was very sad when it was gone.
In homage to that chicken, here’s today’s recipe with a side of bread dumplings, which you’ll find in any German eatery: German Style Roast Chicken with Serviettenknoedel. Serviettenknoedel is also popular in Austria and the Czech Republic, but in Germany it hails from Bavaria.
German Roast Chicken with Serviettenknoedel is a traditional roast made with a side of boiled bread dumplings and an easy pan gravy.German Roast Chicken with Serviettenknoedel
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