Gravy
I’m sure I will have eaten here as a young kid, in the early
sixties. I wouldn’t have had the sauerkraut, but I’m sure I recall the gravy.
Loads of great gravy.
My grandmother made great gravy: thick and white and a meal
on its own – when you’re a kid. She was Danish and lived in Iowa so this doesn’t
fit in entirely with these Nebraska/Omaha vignettes, but it is all about
memory.
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