We have some funny old rellies. One brings us ancient used food at the moment. It is tradition to take food to people in bereaved situation. Today we were gifted some crossaints & some meat soup. How ever u spell that... croassaints. We ovened the cross-aunts to make em nice & took em outside & mum was the lucky recipient of the green one. Sadly we hadn't checked em over first. Oh yes, they were in my fridge since last week she sez. There's a gift that'll keep on giving.
We carefully drain her meat soups down the sink & never actually consume anything she brings, except her kugloaf, which being a baked cake like thing, you can't go wrong with. And a good kugloaf is worth a bit of staleness & think it would turn to concrete before it mouldered anyways. My bro sez the meat soup pot had tide lines, like its been heated & a bit eaten, then reheated & reheated & reheated. Thank G-d we don't attempt it out of good manners. We have probably saved her a bellyache too by taking it off her.
Nice of her to bring all this mountain of food, for sure, but she does complain she has bad tummy sometimes. People who been thru the war, they are sometimes funny about food. Never throw nothing out, eh.
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