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potato. Everything got mashed together once the potatoes were boiled. Elly
added lots of salt and a dash of pepper. I added various cheeses but she refused
anything too powerful.
We balled the mixture up and put them into little half moon shells. Elly used a
fork to seal them, then rolled the seal back onto the moon tightly. I tried and
failed a few times, I was more efficient at eating the remaining filling.
Her brother arrived in the late afternoon, early evening and we were relaxing
with a glass of white wine. Elly had asked for beer again but I told her to try this
German number and what do you know, she liked it. He, her brother, Marvin, as
in Marvin Gaye wanted some even though he was driving. A glass couldn’t hurt
could it?
A glass maybe not but he had swigged the remainder of the bottle and was
searching for the next while I was cleaning a glass for him. He smiled at me as
if I’d be impressed with his macho act. I wasn’t. That cost me some money and
I’d hoped to impress his sister with it. I was starting to get the impression she
didn’t actually like it and finally gave her a beer instead. Marvin took one of
those too.
He plonked himself down on the sofa and ate the perogi we had prepared. He
was tall, gangly, no muscle or form beyond his bones. They were a skinny