My mom is visiting.
We are sitting up, I’m “working” and she is flipping through Dance Magazine. I pull out some Halavah from the fridge for munchies/dessert (moms get 2 desserts). She has some, loves it, damns me for introducing it to her.
Then she remembers another delicious treat she once had in Reading (of all places). It takes her a minute to think of it and then…
“Bobka! That SHIT is the BOMB!”
And then as I cracked up, she went on and on about how delicious it would be with coffee…how you can get it in chocolate or cinnamon…oh my….