Today, once again according to my west coast brother, is National Apple Strudel Day. That immediately makes me hungry, but it also makes me think of things German. That logically leads me to memories of my college roommate's mother who immigrated to the United States from Germany as a very young woman. She was an excellent cook, and especially dazzled with her baked goods. I should mention that my roommate was very generous about sharing the goodies that came in the mail from her mother. Even better, when she and I were coming home for the same weekend or holiday, I would ride with her to her home in Fort Wayne, then wait there until my dad came to pick me up and take me the rest of the way home. While I waited we were treated to whatever was just coming warm out of the oven. As we ate, we listened to the sound of many coocoo clocks marking the hour. Sweet, sweet memories.
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