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For this post, I must start with a story.  This story was from my Grandpa B, who had the best stories!  My Grandpa grew up in a Lutheran orphanage.  He was raised there because his mother and many brothers and sisters died from tuberculosis.  This left his fifty-year-old father alone with a four-year-old little boy. Continue reading “Grandpa’s Snotball Pudding”