Finding Comfort in Butter
I totally love this time of year. No, really I do. Not only is it the season of massive amounts of eating and family time, but also the season of SICKNESS. For the past two days I’ve had a crazy high temperature, a severely aching body and long bouts of chills and sweat spells. Totally awesome.
Now I’m not sure how it goes – feed a flu? starve a cold? But what I do – eat a begal. It’s not just that the thick, doughy bread is satisfying to chew. And it’s not just the sensation of when you bite into a pocket of butter and it glides around your mouth like ice cream. It’s the memory of my Oma, helping to prop me up on the husband pillow, bringing me a tray of food: a buttered plain, toasted begal, an inch stack of Pringles, some ice water (crushed) and ginger ale with a straw.
The comforts of family and butter.
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