Life Lessons from Zwiebach
I've started a new family tradition - baking zwiebach (snowman) buns at Christmas. For those of you who don't know what zwiebach is - its the best bun you'll ever taste - if they are built right. My mom would bake zwiebach almost every week when I was young. Some of you know what I'm talking about - the smell of fresh buns baking on Saturday morning while you're downstairs watching the Bugs Bunny/Roadrunner Hour. During the ads (no pvr back then) I would run upstairs and grab another bun or six. Zwiebach were also a staple of faspa. For those of you who don't know what faspa is, it was (and is) my favourite meal of the week. Traditionally Sunday afternoon around 4:30-5:00, zwiebach, cold cuts, (remember liverwurst - key word being wurst) potato chips, cookies, pineapple squares etc. would come out on the table. No scary vegetables and no better meal to enjoy as a kid. My personal zwiebach tradition started last Christmas. I thought ...