Horst Bandel's Black Pumpernickel
1983, I was in my mid-20's in Boston doing my final year of post graduate studies under Rotary scholarship. A memorable year as it was the first time ever in my life that I went overseas. My host family, Bob, is from Armenia and Maria, Germany; both came to America in their late teens. One day they drove me to New York to visit the Metropolitan Museum. We had lunch at a posh side walk cafe; the waiter brought us curious black color bread rolls. As Maria was eating, she couldn't stop raving about these dense looking bread
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