Our son, some years ago in Germany, after having the THIRD slice of Torte placed on his plate (this was in a private home, with friends of ours), turned to us and quietly said, "I guess the secret to not getting any more is to leave just a bit of this slice on the plate ??" We had only dropped in for a quick chat. Max said, "I'll have Louisa make coffee." I said, "no, Max, we can only stay a few minutes" (we were in northern Bavaria and a blizzard was raging outside; we still had a ways to drive that day). Max and I had this friendly tug-of-war for a few more rounds, then this ex-Master Sergeant in Rommel's Afrika Corps pulled himself up to his full impressive height, military lightning snapping from his eyes, and said, firmly, "you WILL have coffee !!" Of course, Max :-))) With it, naturally, came the gorgeous peach Torte !! Despite this "delay" (and we had just come from a huge meal of roast pork, potato dumplins, Sauerkraut -- the whole nine yards, in our favorite hotel there), we made it through the horrendous snow to our son-in-law's parents' place in the Bayerischerwald on schedule !! Max, by the way, had been captured at El Alamein and was 3-1/2 years a POW in this country. In an area of Oberfranken where little English is called for, his English was still quite excellent. His line drawings cum watercolor wash that he did in the prison camp to illustrate his captivity were absolutely excellent. We're certain Max was related to Carol, but we could never figure out just how. Max was a great help to us in our genealogy in that area. He died in 1992, and we miss this dear friend very much. Dave Ross