I don’t have an Aunt Lillian. My one and only aunt is called Ava . She sings, plays piano and tap dances but she doesn’t bake apple cakes.I love her anyway and I’m sure she’d love Aunt Lillian’s cake even as neither Aunt Ava or I have a clue as to who Aunt Lillian is .Well she’s someone’s Aunt and … Continue reading
I never thought of myself as the type of person who would ever make meringues. I mean why bother. The only ones I’d ever eaten were the store bought kind which taste and feel like styrofoam , okay styrofoam with lots of sugar added. And then there was the patcke element. Patchke is a Yiddish word, unrelated … Continue reading
When I was growing up,(even when I was a young adult—which I’m not anymore. What is 52, an old adult, a young senior?) I thought I’d never make Hungarian fruit soup. It was part of my childhood, a dish my mother had brought over from Europe which like gribenes and fleishig eggs and jellied carp … Continue reading
