She was (is) a great cook, they were always light and fluffy. Usually we’d have them with applesauce but sometimes she’d make them with a lot of onion and we’d eat them with ketchup.
It does not. She’s a much better cook than when I was a kid while still being a terrible cook. But at least her idea of offering me dinner is no longer a defrosted turkey burger every night.
There were also the dreaded dinnertime words of my childhood: “This was an experiment.”
Because the “experiment” was usually something like, “the recipe called for two cups of sugar and that’s too much sugar, so I substituted cottage cheese.”
There’s plenty of Jewish food cookbooks out there! I’m personally a big fan of kugel.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kugel
My (fairly religious) aunt introduced me to latkes when I was a kid and it became a lifelong love affair.
I love a good latke, but a bad latke is a very sad thing indeed.
She was (is) a great cook, they were always light and fluffy. Usually we’d have them with applesauce but sometimes she’d make them with a lot of onion and we’d eat them with ketchup.
Ew. I don’t know about ketchup. We always have sour cream.
I love my aunt and have very fond memories of oniony, ketchupy latkes but I don’t eat ketchup with my potatos anymore lol.
In my defense, I was a child. I’m not even sure where she came across them, we’re not Jewish (we were Baptists, from the midwest).
She also makes an onion pie that’s pretty great.
Christ that looks good.
It’s also so easy to make that even my mother can’t fuck it up. Which, if you ever had my mother’s attempts at cooking, is very impressive.
Lmao. Does her cooking make you nostalgic?
My mom regrets that she didn’t learn all of her mother’s cajun recipes. I regret it, too.
It does not. She’s a much better cook than when I was a kid while still being a terrible cook. But at least her idea of offering me dinner is no longer a defrosted turkey burger every night.
There were also the dreaded dinnertime words of my childhood: “This was an experiment.”
Because the “experiment” was usually something like, “the recipe called for two cups of sugar and that’s too much sugar, so I substituted cottage cheese.”
That sounds horrendous. Kind of adorable, though.