It’s become a summertime tradition ever since I was blessed to enjoy the Mennonite treat with cousins for the first time a few years ago. Roll kuchen. It’s made with a simple dough, deep fried, and served with watermelon and Rogers Golden Syrup.
The recipe I use is written on an index card that says “from cousin Ruth” on it. It’s a treasure. Something passed to me from the family I didn’t know until recently. It’s a thread of where I came from connecting to the present.
This time, Makiya made the dough and I deep fried it. The thought of my granddaughter picking up the thread of our heritage and taking it with her into the future gives me such deep and abiding joy.
Threads connecting and threads continuing through the simplicity of roll kuchen.
Priceless.
