There is absolutely no doubt about it.
It can only be “Kinderfleischwursttreppe”, that means "children's meat sausage stairs".
Because it is deeply rooted in our culture.
You'll see that in a moment, even if you're scratching your head right now.
I don't know if you went to the butcher with your mother.
I did that every Saturday.
And I liked what the butcher did when he saw me.
He would take a slice of meat sausage( sometimes called mortadella, even though it has nothing to do with Italian mortadella) , rolled it up and handed it to me somehow, usually through my mother's detour.
Because the counter was always so high that it reached even my mother up to chest.
Unreachable for me.
The butcher and I, that was the story of the two royal children who could not come to each other because of the adverse external circumstances.
And this is where the "children's meat sausage staircase" comes into play.
Because children's hands and generous butchers, someone had to solve the problem.
Some supermarkets have put them up now, and it's a nasty thing that people are only now coming up with it.
The child climbs up and can receive his own slice of sausage.
In marketing, you'd call that early customer loyalty.
But we, the people, just call it the "Kinderfleischwursttreppe" .
Some strangers say, this it is the reason why they do not learn German.
Cultural philistines, I just say.
Bon appetit!
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