Warm smiles, bagelman. Food is truly a healing force and all your memories inspire me.
My mom was a working single mom so we lived with Bahby and she cooked dinner every night.
Sunday: Leftovers from Shabbos (roast chicken, potato kugel) or Sunday dinner at my uncle with all the cousins where we would alternate calichel or brisket, sometimes meatloaf and mashed potatoes, gravy, bread and canned corn.
School days:
I would be greeted by a large piece of chocolate cake and milk for my after-school snack followed by:
Monday: steak, mashed potatoes and broccoli (the better to mash into the potatoes and turn them green)
Tuesday: fried flounder, mashed potatoes, canned corn
Wednesday: Hamburgers made in the frying pan, home fried potatoes in the pan, canned green beans
Thursday: strawberries and cream to be sopped up with white bread . Later in the evening and this is something I savor till this very day and never miss--diet and all--fresh potato kugel straight from the oven at around 10 p.m.
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