Z IS FOR ZWIEBACH

Zwiebach. When my daughter was born, my mother couldn't wait to feed her zwiebach. As soon as Susan was able to hold it by herself, my mother was feeding it to her. The little crackers were hard as a rock but baby slobber soon reduced them to a gooey mess that just as quickly dried. It almost took a chisel to get it off of her face and hands. She would also gag on the pieces that slid down her throat. We would have to dig it out of her mouth with a finger or she would throw up all over the place. Susan seemed to enjoy it, although I can't imagine why. That little zwiebach-eater is now 38 and has three girls of her own.