This is from an email from Gama, H's mother. I can hear her laughing as she typed:
Last night in Lindon, H and her gang gave me a birthday dinner (we also celebrated the first night of Hanukkah). Besides Latkes we bought bratwurst from Seigfried's Deli in Salt Lake City. Little N went into the deli with me and spotted some of his mom's favorite German chocolates. He insisted on buying them. We put the bratwurst and the chocolate package into a plastic bag and went to their home. [N went with H, and the bratwurst, ahead.]
At dinner after the potato pancakes, H asked me why I wasn't frying the bratwurst. I said I thought she or C were doing that. No one knew where the bratwurst was. H put two and two together. Either they were still in the van or N knew where they were.
"Oh. Yes." he said, "They're in my closet." They could have stayed there until Christmas. My oh my - what a stink that would have been. He went to his room; found them, and H fried them up. Delicious!
