Rose had been in the kitchen for a good part of the morning, working on treats that she wanted to pass out at the hospital where she volunteered. It was better that she made the spaarhouven krispies when her roommates weren’t about, because they smelled awful in the making, and Blanch always complained about that. But really, that’s who you knew they were done. Just about when you thought you were going to vomit from the smell, they were finished!
Of course, they didn’t taste that good either if you didn’t eat them right. If you didn’t plug your nose and could still smell them, they were fairly wretched. But if you pinched your nose shut and closed your eyes, they tasted like strawberry cheesecake and chocolate ice cream. Spaarhouven krispies were one of Rose’s favorite treats as a little girl, and she just loved to share things that were so good with people who needed a little pick-me-up.
And the hospital administrator had told her she couldn’t bring gougenfluter anymore. ( Not after that last incident. )