This morning I got a brioche at my fav coffee place, Kaffee Küche, located in the Schottentor/Universität U-Bahn station, and it was filled with hot apricot jam. Later tonight I grabbed some apricot punch at my favorite crêpe stand in the old campus Christmas market, where I go at least weekly to practice my French with the guys who work there. They're from the Normandy area and one of them practices English with me, and then gives me the word when my brain thinks only in German. His English is accentless, which is impressive for a French guy, and he thinks my French is the same way (which is impressive to them for an American). I'm sad that after this week they will all be back home, and I won't have nice crêpe-making guys in striped sweaters to practice French with.
But back to the point. I go to the stand firstly to practice French, but secondly because they have the best apricot punch.
This weekend I made apricot dumplings (from the frozen food section...) and two weeks ago I invested in a jar of apricot jam to spread on my morning toast/roll. In restaurants, I will always go for the apricot dessert, whether it is crêpes filled with marmalade or a chocolate thing with apricot garnishes.
It's official.
I have fallen in love with apricots in Vienna and it is getting out of hand.
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