Direct translation is evening bread, real meaning is perfect summer supper in true German tradition. Geof’s dad and wife, Sherry are in town, and they showed up with yellow roses, brownies and arms full of delicious food "Can you come next weekend too" I said. I basically stood back and watched as they laid the spread …
I actually got these little wood plates in Germany, when I was on a mission there. I think I’ve used them twice in eighteen years, but since I moved recently and now have lots of cupboard space in my kitchen, I knew right where they were!
Speaking of space, I’m involved in a little project where I get to help someone I love and make the best of some space by cleaning and organizing and I just have to say that it makes me so happy. I’m reminded that opportunities to help are never convenient and yet when you want to help, the time and energy just seems to appear — in a magical sort of way.
Blessings, like abendbrot are best shared with those you love.
p.s. I have no idea why this is all underlined — so tech-challenged!