There is a ritual here. It’s not religious, it’s not political. It’s all about the cake, (the kuchen). Yes, French people do cheese. Yes, Italians do pasta. Germans do cake. If a friend comes to visit, make it 4pm. Not 3:30, not 4:40, make it right on the dot of 4pm. Cakes are made the old fashioned way here – with great ingredients and lots’a’love. And then, und den, the wrapping. Hand wrapped, the two different slices are given their own space inside. Pretty, old school paper, ready to be received, carefully opened and enjoyed. Better make sure you get the kaffee going so when you hear the door bell, no time will be wasted.