Archive - Oct 24, 2003

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Aunt Olla's OK

Last night, my 92-year-old Aunt Olive called just after supper. Ten minutes before, I had finished off some meatballs she had given me a month ago which were in my freezer, so we marveled over that coincidence, since she doesn’t call that often.

Olla was telling me about a bread pudding she had made two days ago which was, in her estimation, although she admitted some bias, the best bread pudding she had ever made. Sadly, she did it without a recipe, just like Mama (my great-grandmother) used to do, so the chances of her ever duplicating the feat were slim.