happy 300 followers molly! plz write a story about a baking mishap :)
i should note that somehow Gyorgy Kiraly and Grandpa Joe from Derry Girls have sort of become the same person in my mind. Science has no explanation for this phenomenon.
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“And how’s that new daughter-in-law of yours working out, Gyorgy? Seemed like a nice young thing when I met her at the wedding.”
Erik Orban’s question was clearly meant kindly, but it caused Gyorgy Kiraly to let out a pained sigh and take a long swig of his beer. “Nice she may be,” he said, “but I tell you, Erik, the girl’s not much use in an ordinary household. My gals are doing their best to help but it’s slow going. Yesterday she and Andras came by for dinner and Marta offered to help bake the rolls--and you know how fond I am of a good roll. She got them out of the oven well enough without burning them, I’ll give her that, but when I bit into one it turned out she’d gotten the salt and sugar mixed up!” Gyorgy shook his head dolefully. “The damn things were so sweet I thought they’d melt a hole in my teeth. A sad day for bread, I’ll tell you.”
“Hmmm,” Erik said sagely. “And how’s your poor son in all this? Not regretting his choice in wives, is he?”
“No, he’s as besotted with her as always. Ate those rolls like they were the most delicious thing he ever tasted.”
Erik nodded. “Makes the whole affair more bearable, eh? If the boy’s happy?”
There was a silence. Then...
“Aye,” Gyorgy grumbled. “Reckon it does.”
