So in Brad's family they have egg noodles when they have pot roast. And I always forget to get the frozen kind he wants. Drat. So to kinda make up for forgetting the last two times I decided to make my grandmother's (great-grandmother's) German egg noodles instead of getting the frozen store-bought kind Brad usually asks for. These were easy and fun and made me feel connected to my mom, my grandmother (who died when I was in college) and to my great-grandmother that I never knew. And Brad loved them. Yay. |
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