I love apple strudel.

Believe me. It's the little things that count. My true love's friend Giovanna. Baked me an apple strudel. To welcome me to Sardinia. She knows. That I love strudel. Even more than Italian pasta. I had strudel. Last night. For supper dessert. And this morning. For breakfast. While sipping my espresso.  Yes, I indulge myself. With the finer things of life. --Jim Broede