As I was putting things away in the pantry this evening, I was washed over with the memory of Oma's schnitzel. Everything about it was delicious to me; the colour, the taste, texture, familiarity. It was good hot or cold. As her and Opa's health was declining--when they still lived in the house at 53 Nagel Avenue--I made darn sure to study the technique to I could in fact make schnitzel just like her. And I think I mastered it. Today, my little family went to see her, as we do every single Wednesday. Now, she resides at The Redwoods Retirement Residence where she does not cook a one meal.. She simply catches the elevator to the dining room and is served three times a day. How convenient! But this brought me back to a thought I have linger from time to time. Maybe you have too? I wonder when the last time I ate Oma's schnitzel was...and I didn't even know it. If I had a time machine and I could set it for that particular meal, what would it look like--who we