Appetizers & Sides

This is the BEST sweet kugel recipe I know of, but it's very sweet! I received it as a subscriber to The Happy Cook's Recipe Exchange Newletter, so the original contributor is credited at the top of the recipe. The Newsletter is a once a month free email publication, but most of the recipes are not kosher. However, if it interests you let me know and I'll be happy to post subscription information to the board.

This one is for garlic lovers only.

Beverly is my mother. My mother was a good cook, but didn’t have much patience for the process nor passion for the result, so there are very few recipes that I have that are distinctly hers. This recipe is one of the rare few, and my grandmother evidently kept a copy in her recipe box. The relish was always on the table for Rosh Hashanah and Thanksgiving, although I myself have not made it lately. It’s a nice alternative to the widely-available weird squiggly canned cranberry sauce, but I will admit that I have a strange affection for the canned stuff, too.

My grandma was not much for the whole mid-20th century jello mold thing. And this recipe was not stained and the paper was not crumpled like it had seen much use. But I’m including it because it sure is interesting if you’re into this sort of thing… the borscht as an ingredient makes this fascinatingly Ashkenazi. The directions are somewhat confusing, so I am transcribing them verbatim and will offer an opinion (untested!) as to what they mean below.

This one is very short and contains no cooking instructions because I suspect she just put it inside the turkey rather than cooking it separately. Personally, I feel like this would be better with some chopped up celery and I'd probably cut that shortening with a fair amount of schmaltz. But I'm leaving that up here as a suggestion because I want the recipe to stay true to what my grandmother wrote. I am borrowing the instructions for my own Passover Stuffing Recipe. This recipe has been retrieved from my grandmother's recipe boxes and the original paper (images below) was heavily spattered with food and almost illegible. I have rephrased it without changing any ingredients or techniques into a more traditional recipe format.

This one is very short and contains no cooking instructions because, like her other turkey stuffing recipe, I suspect she just put it inside the turkey rather than cooking it separately. I am borrowing the instructions for my own Passover Stuffing Recipe. I decided to transcribe this recipe mostly because I was struck by the scrap of paper it was written on - a day-by-day calendar sheet. I have rephrased it without changing any ingredients or techniques into a more traditional recipe format.

This excellent pareve dish has some things in common with Jennie Grossinger's truly inspired mock-liver recipe. (The Grossinger recipe uses sardines to outstanding and totally unidentifiable effect. It's the best mock-liver I've ever had.) In both cases using a food processor makes the recipe much easier with no sacrifice on the results.

Unlike the herring dish, the chopped liver really does benefit from hand chopping. It's not meant to be a puree, and hand chopping provides the correct texture. Use a mezza luna in a wooden bowl, ideally.

Grandma made this all the time, but it was a staple on shabbos.

I remember her making these on occasion, especially in the latter half of Pesach. They were simple but tasty. The instructions are a bit vague.

"Luchshen" is Yiddish for noodle, and a "kugel" is a casserole. There are a great variety of luchshen kugels out there... and they can be either sweet or savory, or somewhere in between. My grandmother's kugel is a fairly simple one, and falls in the 'somewhere in between' category. It's a reliable old favorite that is easy to make, complements many dishes and refrigerates well. She made it every shabbos without fail.

This recipe has just about the shortest ingredient list and instructions imaginable. And it's barely legible. But if you're into minimalism, here you go - and really, potato, eggs, salt and fat is always a winning combination.

My grandmother served this dish every Pesach and Rosh Hashanah as one of many courses before the main meal. This dish had been served for many decades before I arrived on the scene, so that is a very old envelope! In those days, kosher chickens were bought from kosher butchers instead of big chain stores like Trader Joe's. (Chain stores did not carry kosher meat, so if you did not live in an area with a large Jewish population, you bought a stand-alone freezer and had your meat shipped in 3 - 4 X's a year from the nearest metro area with a kosher butcher.) When you bought a chicken, be it whole or cut up, it always came with its necks, pupiks (gizzards) and occasionally even feeseleh (feet). My grandmother would collect up the small parts from the shabbos chickens and freeze them separately, amassing quite a bit of material to be cooked up twice a year on the two holidays. Now I think you would have to order these parts expressly from a kosher butcher, and no, I have no idea as to what quantities, much to my sadness. She would serve this over a bed of white rice in delicate fine china high sided handled soup bowls. Individual servings would be around 1/3 of a cup over the rice. Wing bones were removed, but not neck bones. The bowls were served on saucers, and you sucked the meat from the neck bones and placed the little bones on the saucer. Despite its humble roots, this dish was very popular - even the kids would ask for seconds. This recipe is scant on both quantities and directions. I recall her talking about proportions in this - e.g. 2 necks to so many pupiks and feet. In part this is because the quantity of pupiks and necks was indeterminate due to how they were acquired. The meatballs were very small, no more than 3/4 of an inch, perhaps smaller, and they were seasoned although how is not mentioned on this envelope. I think for this recipe I will merely transcribe, rather than try to fill in.

Yes. Yes that is quite a lot of margarine. It tastes fantastic, if your arteries can handle it. This recipe has been retrieved from my grandmother's recipe boxes and the original paper (images below) was heavily spattered with food and almost illegible. I have rephrased it without changing any ingredients or techniques into a more traditional recipe format.

For my formative years we had this recipe every Rosh Hashana and Thanksgiving. I'd looked through my grandmother's recipe boxes a few times in search of it, but didn't find it until now, 10 years after her passing. I'm so happy that I found it that I am using it to inaugurate a new section of my site called "The Grandma Zone" which will consist of recipes I have of hers, or those I find in her recipe boxes, many of whom she attributes to various friends who have now also passed on. This recipe has been retrieved from my grandmother's recipe boxes and the original paper (images below) was heavily spattered with food and almost illegible. I have rephrased it without changing any ingredients or techniques into a more traditional recipe format.

Frances Toren was one of my grandmother’s best friends. Frances was one of the nicest people… genuine, kind, warm, trustworthy… managing to be incredibly sweet without being saccharine. Neither my grandmother nor I put much credence in the supernatural, but I was present for a very odd experience regarding Frances. At the time, Frances was quite elderly and frail, but still very much in the world. She had been ill and my grandmother had been in regular contact by phone. I was home from school and in my grandmother’s kitchen late one afternoon when suddenly grandma gasped and grabbed for a chair to sit down. Concerned, I asked what was wrong. My grandmother (who was sharp as a tack until the day she died) looked at me with utter confusion written on her face. She said, “I don’t really know. I just heard Frances’s voice in my ear, plain as I’m speaking to you.” “Oh!” I paused, equally at a loss. “What did she say?” “She said, ‘Don’t worry, Jeannette, everything will be alright. It’s going to be okay.’” My grandmother’s delicate eyebrows were pinched with worry. “I don’t know what it means.” My grandmother tried calling Frances, but got no answer. A couple of hours later, Frances’s husband called with the news that Frances had passed away. Below you’ll find the scrap of paper my grandma had in her collection with Frances’s potato salad recipe jotted down.

This envelope has two recipes: my grandma’s giblet’s/hamburg recipe on one side, and this one on the other. I just love how this impeccably tidy and organized woman had such a haphazard means of recording her recipes which were carefully stashed and cared for in these two containers. It’s a quirk that I relate to, a napkin slightly askew in an otherwise perfectly set table. The back of the envelope lists a Sharon address with a 2 cent stamp on the envelope. My family moved west in 1957, so this recipe can’t be from much later than that.

My grandmother wrote down a lot of recipes from friends… especially from her hairdresser Marge. But she didn’t necessarily make the recipes in question. I’m pretty sure this one is an exception.