Ok! I've got it. It was a rouladen that was served to me by an elderly couple when I was a mere 12 years of age. I sold Grit Newspaper at the time and made a nickle profit from every paper sold. I sold 40 papers in a 4 mile route, every Friday, rain, shine, snow, or heat. I walked the entire route. I was at the end of the last mile, and only had one more paper to give to a sucscriber on a cold, November evening jsut outside of Sault Ste. Marie, MI, on the Canada border. It was about 35' F outside with sleet, alternating with a wet drizzle coming down. I was cold and tired. This last house was home to an elderly couple who were just sitting down to dinner when I knocked on their door. They invited me in to warm up a bit before walking home. To my suprise, they invited me to share their meal. It was some kind of beef steak, flat and bone-free, probably a flank or skirt steak, I was too young to know about such things yet, that was rolled around a wonderfully savory bread dressing, flavored with sage, salt, pepper, and all the flavorings of a great Thanksgiving Day turkey stuffing, though it was in the beef roast. The meat was tender, well seasoned, moist, and covered with gravy. There were mashed potatoes on the side and I can't remember the vegetable. I gratefully accepted the offering and filled my young belly. I was humbled by these people, who accept for buying Grit from me, were complete strangers. They shared their meal with me, a skinny kid who sold them a paper for 50 cents.
I will always remember that meal because of the kind people who shared it with me 43 years ago. I never did learn their names. But they have a special place in my heart.
Seeeeeeya; Goodweed of the North