No time like the present! Snow, and———HOMEMADE NOODLESOUP!!

That’s what we’re having tonight! My dear wife has been cooking it all day long. It’s now only a little past 4PM, and I still have to wait until suppertime! Hard to do. I’ve been whiffing that wonderful aroma of beef noodle soup all day long—and still I have to wait, with mouth watering. Even the bone that was in the soup has been offered to the dog, before I get a sip. That is what I call unmitigated torture!

But like some other things in life, it’s worth waiting for.

Sorry if this creates saliva in you like that in Pavalov’s dogs, but I can’t help letting you know about this marvelously delicious—usually one day a year—treat. I’m sure if you’ve ever had it—a great old German family recipe—you’ll know what I mean, why I’m chafing at the bit to tuck into it (to mix metaphors).

What else could an old hobbling near cripple like me desire? Ah . . . That aroma . . . ah . . . ah . . . AH!