STOLLEN MOMENTS
Nov 26, 2018
2 minutes
Every year I buy Christmas stollen. It’s as if, come December, my very being craves the tastes of citrus, cardamom and almondy marzipan. It’s my connection to two German-speaking women I have loved and admired.
I met Dorothea met I was 22 and she was 78. I was studying German in Munich during the winter and had been
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