My worst food memory

Anonymous

I grew up in Vienna and the food we got in the Kindergarten I went to, for lunch was dire – it damaged my taste for quite a while. I suppose like all institutional food, the vegetables were totally overcooked and I dreaded the days – usually Thursday or Friday – that we got spinach: it was just totally utterly disgusting mush.

On the other hand, my grandfather Opapa made wonderful Buchteln, and I was fascinated by the bowl of yeasty dough he put on the radiator so it would rise in the heat. As well as actually getting to eat something so lovely, of course.

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