An old friend's grandmother, Hungarian Jewish caterer, once taught me to make schnecken while my grandmother was in town. I am sure it was just an excuse for the two of them to visit.
Her schnecken were beautiful and delicious, ever after meeting my grandmother, she sent some over when she knew that my grandma would be in town. She also taught me how to stretch to dough for the true strudel.
For years, at Halloween, I looked for schnecken so I could pin them on my ears and go to costume parties as Princess Leia. Alas, no luck.