Genetic Memory

Genetic memory is real, my friends. This thing that you see here in the picture is called Borodinsky bread. It’s a very traditional Russian bread. It’s chewy, heavy, thick, sour, very dark, and to a Russian-speaker the only thing that counts as bread.

I absolutely love it.

Klara rarely eats bread. But once she saw me with a slice of Borodinsky, she pounced and declared she loved it. There’s no explanation other than genetic memory.

When N and I see her with this bread and a bowl of borscht, it brings tears to our eyes.

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