I loved this story as I recall the aromas of my mother’s and grandmother’s kitchens. I even wrote a solo piece inspired by my grandmother’s cooking and baking that took her from Ukraine to Argentina and eventually to Philadelphia and the seashore of New Jersey where every Friday we would go to her house and pick up her light as a feather pastry that would put a French baker to shame. If only I had leaf to make her triangular cheese knishes but I did learn how to roll out the dough for her apple and cherry strudels that was so thin you could read the Yiddish newspaper through it! And my mother’s meat knishes were unreplaceable sling with her gefilte fish! Thank you for sharing your family joy especially now when it takes every fiber in my body and mind to find more reasons to carry on!
I loved this story as I recall the aromas of my mother’s and grandmother’s kitchens. I even wrote a solo piece inspired by my grandmother’s cooking and baking that took her from Ukraine to Argentina and eventually to Philadelphia and the seashore of New Jersey where every Friday we would go to her house and pick up her light as a feather pastry that would put a French baker to shame. If only I had leaf to make her triangular cheese knishes but I did learn how to roll out the dough for her apple and cherry strudels that was so thin you could read the Yiddish newspaper through it! And my mother’s meat knishes were unreplaceable sling with her gefilte fish! Thank you for sharing your family joy especially now when it takes every fiber in my body and mind to find more reasons to carry on!