It was strange, about a month or two ago Giuliana and I were talking and neither of us could remember what a kringle was called. It was bothering me so much, that I emailed Nancy to ask her. And then I realized how long it’d been since I’d had one. I hadn’t even realized I missed them or that they’re something you mostly only can get in Wisconsin. Back when I lived there, people brought kringle in to work to share all the time. Or brought them to parties or got them for breakfast or whatever. It was no big thing. But now, it had been probably 6 years since I’d had a slice.

So, Nancy, knowing it was on my mind recently, sent me a 2 Racine Danish Kringles my birthday. The cherry cheese one I shared with my coworkers and the bavarian creme I took home. Dallas had never even heard of it before, so I wanted him to try it. At work there are a few people from Wisconsin and a few others who knew what it was and had it before, but there was also a lot of “Kringle? Huh?” I put the kringle in the kitchen and then sent an email out for everyone to help themselves. Eric went and had a slice, came out and said “Wow! This is delicious.” Just like THAT all the guys got up from their seats and the kringle disappeared in 20 seconds. That’s what happens when you work with 20 hungry men, I guess! I’m glad they all enjoyed it and thankful to Nancy for sending it down!

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