brot

May 31, 2011


Unlike the dumplings, this bit from Oma’s kitchen I had no part in. Well, none other than a Chicken Little-like part: I happily tasted the fare after the fact and gave rave reviews. Then it occurred to me that perhaps I should not have given the report when I did, as it came early this morning, in the middle of her pre-bloodwork, liquids-only fast. But not long afterwards, we had gone to, and returned from, the doctors’ office, at which point Oma was also able to enjoy her fine traditional rye brot.

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