Dear folks,
I must report that I have never been a culinary skilled fellow. I just don't have kitchen skills that I employ on a routine basis. I was a spaghetti guy in college when I lived privately or alone. I am clearly the guy who will utilize the microwave. Frozen dinners are a simple 6 minute nuclear experience. That said, I wasn't always like this . (no I'm just trying to be funny really).
I did this as a segue into a blog about my childhood mundle bread baking experiences. When I was perhaps 10 to 12 years old in age, I found myself after a fun day in the Temple Kitchen at our Reform Jewish Synagogue baking the ever so desired cookies that were taught to us by some likely friendly person in the community. I must say it was a fun process. I would make the dough. (a process I really do not recall at all) and then I would roll it and put jelly or jam on one side. Thus upon curling the dough up, it would make a nice cookie that was cut and baked. My father, brother and maybe even sister thought that this was so funny that their older brother was baking a cookie that they came up with a funny song about a "mundle man". It was amusing for them, I am sure. But I admit I was very frozen in shame and discontent at their ridicule of my pleasing and soul satisfying (at some level) hobby. I liked to enjoy the cookies and so too did my family. Mom was always helpful. I was not a master of the baking process but I admit I was having fun.
Perhaps they felt I was being effeminate. Who could say that of a baker. Surely bakers are men and women. I find this a blasphemy though slightly endearing and clearly a nice thought that I can stick in a nice blog to entertain a multitude for all time. So really, thanks. I think I get the final smile.
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