Deft hands knead and pull the dough into a soft round, stretching it with practised assurance until it is the size of a dinner plate. There is no frisbee toss in the air or throwing the dough so ...

Yes, even if there were no horses, I would come to this corner of Germany just for a bit of fried batter with sour cream (sauerrahm) and cheese (käse) and ham (schinken) on it. Trust me, it’s worth it ...