I should probably not have horned in on the welcome meeting for new, (or potential) parishioners.
And I certainly shouldn't have opined to the assembly that in a parish of Easter European Catholics nut roll is a sacramental.
(Oooooh... but it was all I could do not to rhapsodize on the one I tasted this morning. One of my sopranos makes hers with raisins. Raisins! Did you ever?!*!?&?#?$??! RAISINS! and more cinnamon than usual. And it was amazingly delicious.)
I was impressed by some of the witness given.
I had no appreciation for, no idea of some of our dear priest's pastoring skills.
But it shouldn't have surprised me.
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2 comments:
OK, so how about the recipe, for pity's sake???
Janet (vox feminae)
No, no, that's the whole point of being choir director -- people GIVE them to me!
Especially at Christmas time, when i put them in the freezer, and then husband them carefully, so that I don't run out until April or so.
The recipes are closely guarded. As a Polish/Irish/African/Austrian, alas! I do not have the recipe in my DNA the way our Slovak parishioners do. (I understand parishes have been torn apart by disagrements over thecorrect way to make golubki...)
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