Being idle is the beginning to vice. Something her own mother used to say on a daily basis. She remembered growing up hating that saying, but with her own girls, she realized how true it really was. As long as she kept the girls busy with chores or other things around the house, they were out of trouble. For the most part. There was only so much a mother could control. Unfortunately. “What’s that you’re making?” Gord entered the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. “Strudel.” With all the ingredients now in the bowl, Ida began the work of hand mixing it. Strudel was a dessert that needed a personal touch, and using the new mixing bowl the girls had bought her a few years ago for Christmas just didn’t do the job right. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing. Why?” Ida worked the water into the flour mixture until a soft ball of dough formed. “Because you never make strudel unless you’re verrückt.”
