Recommendations of the Editorial team
Two years ago, I asked the Iglo company whether there were still residues from the Seemanns feast and the steakets. You are very spoiled by press departments, since social media anyway – at least you get an overview of the current range, offers for bonus points and then the newsletter forever. But nothing from
Legendary Captain Iglo.
On the other hand, he was not yet captain when Iglo introduced the sailor’s feast. It was an oval jeton in the type of fish meatball, only thinner, and that was roasting with cucumber pieces. I tasted a chew. This delicacy of the frozen kitchen was served with potato puree and remoulade.
Another fabulous invention was the steaklet. Here, a meat in kidney shape with small chopped onions was interpreted as a kind of barbecue. Grill tracks were applied. The pieces of minced meat are brewed in the pan, but grill and even the microwave were sufficient for enjoyment. Here, too, potato porridge recommended two toast bread slices with ketchup, mustard and roast onions if not-we wrote the 70s, the 80s.
The packaging was a hearty wild west design, initially flat, later in the compact format. So Iglo had two inventions that no food chemist had ever done. But a few years ago, these masterpieces disappeared from the market – I suspect: at the same time.
Suddenly sailor feast and steaketts disappeared
As soon as I hadn’t looked twice, they were no longer found at Real in Neukölln. And of course no market manager could explain the lack. No longer on offer. In the offer are now outdoor pool fries. Somewhat redundant, Iglo refers to the “Fritten of the Kiosk” to make sure.
Even the name promises everything we love at the outdoor pool: the smell of sunscreen and foot disinfection spray, the rancid smell of simmering rust sausages and clammy swimming trunks. It evokes the ice cream flag and especially the ice card on which the ice is recorded on the stem. Yes, you even smell the cloudy pelvis with the showers, and you can clearly see the cheeky steppkes that simply go through the main pool.
In the spiritual eye you can see the absolute authority of the outdoor pool, which was sung by the doctors in 1984 in “Paul”. The usually sun -tanned shape is often muscular, often searing, sometimes bulbous, a trill whistle
hangs in front of the chest. It freely gives the diving towers and the water slide and determines the contingent. And not from
Jumping pelvic edges!
I know David Foster Wallace wrote a story about climbing on the head of the jumping tower and the moment on the edge. Sven Regener also wrote enchanting memories of the outdoor pool. But the humiliation when the tower was suddenly closed, just before it was your turn – my god! Because you were excited all the time, you had imagined the moment if you would jump from the ten with your feet ahead of the five. Well, from the triple board. Mother would have seen it!
I tell this because there have been so many films about the outdoor pool for a while – “pool edge sheriff”, “outdoor pool” and “forever outdoor pool”. These films are all more or less successful. As early as 1996, Til Schweiger shone in the remake of “The Halfstark”: “The gang listed by Freddy meets in a Cologne outdoor pool in the 1950s.” You don’t have to see the film!
But the outdoor pool fries are good. Or actually only the name.