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So, this past weekend, we had some family friends over. (I, unfortunately, was nocturnal. And also feeling especially exhausted to the point of barely being able to function. So I didn't get much time with them.) Mom made cookies for them. To be specific, she made mandel bread. Which, for the purposes of this discussion, I shall simply describe as "Jewish biscotti." (I'm also not going to fuss over the variant spellings just now. That comes later.)
We're sitting around the table with the plate of cookies, and the wife remembers something.
"You know, I have a distant cousin who's named for this."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Some ancestor must have been really fond of it. I don't know. I was digging through my genealogy and turned him up."
"Huh."
"He was some sort of mathematician. Came up with a way to measure curves or something like that. Mandelbroot or Mandelbrod or Mandelbrost or something like that..."
"... Wait a sec. Do you mean Mandelbrot? As in fractals?"
"Yeah, that's the guy."
o.O
We're sitting around the table with the plate of cookies, and the wife remembers something.
"You know, I have a distant cousin who's named for this."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Some ancestor must have been really fond of it. I don't know. I was digging through my genealogy and turned him up."
"Huh."
"He was some sort of mathematician. Came up with a way to measure curves or something like that. Mandelbroot or Mandelbrod or Mandelbrost or something like that..."
"... Wait a sec. Do you mean Mandelbrot? As in fractals?"
"Yeah, that's the guy."
o.O