My Birthday

I remember, I must have been 9 or 10 years old, and I wanted some kind of celebration.   After all, it was my birthday.   I asked my father how much he could give me for my birthday, and I received an amount that could buy me one serving of ice cream.   We lived very poorly, and there was not enough money for the bare necessities.

I wandered around the shops for a long time, but I didn’t have  enough money for anything more than a salted herring.   I remembered seeing an onion bulb and a few potatoes in the kitchen.   I prepared something resembling this dish with them and invited everyone to my Birthday.

Everyone liked it.  Since then, I had many birthdays, but that one stood out.