Life is what happens while you plan something else, not sure who said it but it is true. No sooner had I dreamed up (and publicly committed) to the idea of reliving my childhood and teenage years by cooking traditional German food on a weekly basis, I was taken out of action. Cycling in London isn’t without risk but then again it doesn’t matter where you drive your car if you can’t be bothered to de-ice your windows before starting your morning. Said driver pulled out into the main road without looking, sending me somersaulting over his car and crashing down on my backside. Hence I didn’t do much cooking in the past 2 weeks, but rather have been cooked for.