In a move that shall go down in history as one of the top boss moves ever by an uncle, David went to Israel, made his way to King George street in Tel-Aviv, entered the famous Weiss Bakery, and brought one of their legendary poppy seed (mohn) strudels for me.

The strudel was carefully packed in his luggage and flown to Mexico where it sat in a freezer until my latest visit, at which point I carefully packed it in my luggage and brought it to Austin, TX.

After the long and tortous travel, I was able to finally bask myself in all its black glory with its extreme filling to bread ratio.

Yes, it was all worth it. No, I should not do a drug test right now.

Thank you so much, Davico! You made me very happy.