For a month Munich has been preparing for Christmas.The shop windows have had a holiday look all December.I see one every day in which are displayed all the varieties of fruits, vegetables, and confectionery possible to be desired for a feast, done in wax,--a most dismal exhibition, and calculated to make the adjoining window, which has a little fountain and some green plants waving amidst enormous pendent sausages and pigs' heads and various disagreeable hashes of pressed meat, positively enticing.And yet there are some vegetables here that I should prefer to have in wax,--for instance, sauerkraut.The toy windows are worthy of study, and next to them the bakers'.A favorite toy of the season is a little crib, with the Holy Child, in sugar or wax, lying in it in the most uncomfortable attitude.Babies here are strapped upon pillows, or between pillows, and so tied up and wound up that they cannot move a muscle, except, perhaps, the tongue; and so, exactly like little mummies, they are carried about the street by the nurses,--poor little things, packed away so, even in the heat of summer, their little faces looking out of the down in a most pitiful fashion.The popular toy is a representation, in sugar or wax, of this period of life.Generally the toy represents twins, so swathed and bound; and, not infrequently, the bold conception of the artist carries the point of the humor so far as to introduce triplets, thus sporting with the most dreadful possibilities of life.
The German bakers are very ingenious; and if they could be convinced of this great error, that because things are good separately, they must be good in combination, the produce of their ovens would be much more eatable.As it is, they make delicious cake, and of endless variety; but they also offer us conglomerate formations that may have a scientific value, but are utterly useless to a stomach not trained in Germany.Of this sort, for the most part, is the famous Lebkuchen, a sort of gingerbread manufactured in Nurnberg, and sent all over Germany: "age does not [seem to] impair, nor custom stale its infinite variety." It is very different from our ****** cake of that name, although it is usually baked in flat cards.It may contain nuts or fruit, and is spoiled by a flavor of conflicting spices.I should think it might be sold by the cord, it is piled up in such quantities; and as it grows old and is much handled, it acquires that brown, not to say dirty, familiar look, which may, for aught I know, be one of its chief recommendations.The cake, however, which prevails at this season of the year comes from the Tyrol; and as the holidays approach, it is literally piled up on the fruit-stands.It is called Klatzenbrod, and is not a bread at all, but and amalgamation of fruits and spices.It is made up into small round or oblong forms; and the top is ornamented in various patterns, with split almond meats.The color is a faded black, as if it had been left for some time in a country store; and the weight is just about that of pig-iron.I had formed a strong desire, mingled with dread, to taste it, which I was not likely to gratify,--one gets so tired of such experiments after a time--when a friend sent us a ball of it.There was no occasion to call in Professor Liebig to analyze the substance: it is a plain case.The black mass contains, cut up and pressed together, figs, citron, oranges, raisins, dates, various kinds of nuts, cinnamon) nutmeg, cloves, and I know not what other spices, together with the inevitable anise and caraway seeds.It would make an excellent cannon-ball, and would be specially fatal if it hit an enemy in the stomach.These seeds invade all dishes.The cooks seem possessed of one of the rules of whist,--in case of doubt, play a trump: in case of doubt, they always put in anise seed.It is sprinkled profusely in the blackest rye bread, it gets into all the vegetables, and even into the holiday cakes.
The extensive Maximilian Platz has suddenly grown up into booths and shanties, and looks very much like a temporary Western village.
There are shops for the sale of Christmas articles, toys, cakes, and gimcracks; and there are, besides, places of amusement, if one of the sorry menageries of sick beasts with their hair half worn off can be so classed.One portion of the platz is now a lively and picturesque forest of evergreens, an extensive thicket of large and small trees, many of them trimmed with colored and gilt strips of paper.I meet in every street persons lugging home their little trees; for it must be a very poor household that cannot have its Christmas tree, on which are hung the scanty store of candy, nuts, and fruit, and the ****** toys that the needy people will pinch themselves otherwise to obtain.
