Next Wednesday, one of the Pittsburgh symphony boards is having a luncheon to welcome Mr. (Maestro?) Honeck and they wanted strudel for dessert. One of the members has tasted my mothers and said it was the best she's ever had. They contacted her and now she's making 32 14" strips for next Wednesday. The luncheon coordinator wanted them on Tuesday--to ensure they would have a dessert since they were buying it from a non-bakery. But my mom only sells freshly baked strudel, made that day. She's arranged for them to pick them up at one of her store vendors at 7:30 am.
On Wednesday.
Mom makes all her dough from scratch, stretches it by hand to 3 foot by 5 foot (you can read a newspaper through it) then lays on the sliced apples (from a local orchard) and rolls it up and up and up, then divides it into two strips. She'll do that 16 times.
The first words out of my mouth were: "He'll be expecting raisins, you know."
Mom is Serbian and she's 80 years old. Hers is the Serbian version, which doesn't use raisins. Maestro or Maestro-not, he's not getting raisins.
The last words out of my mouth were: "I'm real proud of you, Mom."
On Wednesday.
Mom makes all her dough from scratch, stretches it by hand to 3 foot by 5 foot (you can read a newspaper through it) then lays on the sliced apples (from a local orchard) and rolls it up and up and up, then divides it into two strips. She'll do that 16 times.
The first words out of my mouth were: "He'll be expecting raisins, you know."
Mom is Serbian and she's 80 years old. Hers is the Serbian version, which doesn't use raisins. Maestro or Maestro-not, he's not getting raisins.
The last words out of my mouth were: "I'm real proud of you, Mom."