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Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Vintage memories
When I was growing up, I had a grandmother, who loved to cook; sadly I was a child who rarely ate, what she cooked. What a loss for me, as she died in 1969. Her matzo ball soup and desserts are only distant memories, as her recipes have vanished. Hopefully someday, I will be able to find close replicas, that will evoke dejavu memories.
Great pictures! It all looks yummy to me. I wonder if your grandma used the beaks of the chicken in her soup. A lot of people do and that's what gives a really good soup that yellow color. :)
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Great pictures! It all looks yummy to me. I wonder if your grandma used the beaks of the chicken in her soup. A lot of people do and that's what gives a really good soup that yellow color. :)
I have heard that the feet have a lot of flavor. I dont know if she used them.
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