It’s been a while since I visited Germany, and one of the rituals I miss is that of afternoon kaffee und Kuchen. It’s a ritual that started when, during the 60’s, summer visits to my grandparents in Berlin always resulted in coffee, cake and schlag (Berlinisch for schlagsahne (which is so unlike English whipped cream primarily because it is professionally whipped and bought by the litre from the local bakerei)) Aunts, uncles, cousins and distant relatives would descend on the