Today in honor of my grandfather we made Oliebollen or as we call them “fatballs” (You would have to read my January 1st entry). Which is why I’m posting this so late because I just got home. :) When I wrote my grandparents story a few years ago I went over to their house in the early morning to learn how he makes it. There was a pinch of this, little of that. Add the secret ingredient and wait while the dough rises. Which gives just enough time for a coffee break.
We listened to the old tape of that day with my grandpa making the fatballs and telling stories. It sure brought back memories and maybe a couple of tears. But it was really nice to hear his voice again. Funny how a story, a laugh, a smell can bring you right back into a memory.
So today I didn’t get to write much...so this isn’t much of an entry. It is late and I’m tired...so better luck tomorrow...or today rather. :)
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