You mix some cow blood with an equal amount of beer.
Then you add the flour, salt and some butter.
My mother’s comment: Don’t eat too much, you might get sick!
My grandmother – she started laughing. And then she told my mother that, in the old days, you had to boil the bread before you ate it because it was so hard.
My colleague’s comment: Well, at least you don’t show any prejudice.
And it’s actually not that good. But it got better when you ate it like my grandmother said you should – “with butter”. It’s like eating your steak “with potato”
So now I’m drying the loaves in the fridge, trying to get them so hard that I have to boil them before eating.
Hah, dethär var det roligaste inlägget jag någonsin sett i någon blogg! Du rular, Ida