One day when I was 12 my Bubby showed me how she made her Grade A mandel bread.
All the ingredients were set up. She handed me some raisins to munch on as she sprinkled flour, got her erstwhile rolling pin and started to roll the dough. She said to me in her most comforting voice-“mamala take a deep breath and watch everything I do. You should make this for your husband one day.”
I cherished the moment and wrote a composition about the experience for my writing homework the next day.
Little did I know I would be recounting the experience on the internet so many, many years later. On a day like today, exhume a favorite long ago and far away feel good experience.
One of the best parts of memories is making them.
Thanks Bub- for the love-laced with powdered sugar that lasted a lifetime. B”H!