Condiments - 22 Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Condiments - 22
Rating: ★5.0
My sauerkraut
Is French to me
Wednesday, June 29, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: lessons of life
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4/26/2024 1:48:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
" sauerkraut ", the word was Greek to me. Google tells me it is finely cut raw cabbage, thoroughly fermented, The National Dish of Germany. Anyway, it is alien to me. If you find it French, it should be exotic. Bon appetite…
My sister was born in Germany. And I was born in France. We both grew up eating sauerkraut which is a staple in the Polish diet.