“We will not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.” TS Eliot
This recipe was by far way easier than the danish pastry. I found the trickiest part to be stretching the dough into translucence. It was quick, reasonably time consuming and the instructions clearer to understand.
In 1983 when we worked for Georgia Pacific, the planting crew had given Abby and me nicknames. Strudel and Streusel. I don’t recall either one of us ever knowing who was who. For some reason it didn’t matter back then and it remains the same now. It is in that peculiar story detail that I have now created this infamous pastry to celebrate the fatefulness of two strangers who found true connection on a pine tree planting site deep in the heart of Texas.
Tonight I miss her so much I could cry but the tears are unreachable. The pain hangs heavy down my throat. I am free falling into an ache of loneliness for her. If she were alive, she would have been so thrilled to see this creation. But instead I only have myself to understand its significance and meaning. I only have myself.
A Year at Portsmouth 
Hi Strudel or Streusel.
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