I remember those days with fondness.

My mother wasn’t a great cook but knew how to make good Jewish food. Growing up, my only fond food memory was smelling her homemade chicken soup with dill. Her matzoh balls were as hard as golf balls, but the rest of the soup was great. She made it with boiled chicken, skin, carrots, onions, celery, and parsnips. It was especially satisfying if you were sick with a cold or flu.
Is “Healthy” Jewish Cooking an Oxymoron?
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Henya Drescher
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Mar 13, 2023
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I remember those days with fondness.
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