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A short while later I found myself standing at the small kitchen table with Ernst at the other end. There was a wooden bowl before him along with a few containers of foul-smelling dried herbs. Boris stood to my left with a big grin on his face.
Ernst cracked his knuckles and wiggled his fingers. “Now watch close, or a blink will miss it for you.”
He snatched the containers one after another and dashed the contents together in the bowl. His fingers moved so quickly that I couldn’t follow the ingredients, much less the quantities.
“You see it?” Ernst teased as he poured some water into the bowl and mixed the mush into a fine cold soup.
I shook my head. “I didn’t see much of anything.”
“That’s why Ma’s recipes will always be safe with us,” Boris spoke up as he puffed out his ches
