Eat + TRINK | Go Austrian with Tafelspitz This Holiday

Plates and bowls of ingredients are laid out on a wooden table.
Tafelspitz is the Austrian answer to your holiday hosting, photo credit: Emily Campeau

Tafelspitz is the Austrian inspiration for holiday feasting. Emily Campeau tells the story and offers a fool-proof recipe.

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