My grandmother used to make a dessert with chocolate and cookies that was just impossible to duplicate – when my mother tried, my sister and I actually said “don’t you know this is a grandma dessert?”.
Oh man, sometimes you just can’t get even close! My grandma had so many amazing dishes that left with her. I wish I could eat them now…
She should’ve write a cookbook and publish to the masses.
Since my Babcia passed on, my dad and I have tried to replicate as much of her amazing food as we could. We did a buffet style Thanksgiving and the woman had a table to herself. The Polish table. 😉
Galumbki (cabbage rolls)… Bigos (sauerkraut casserole)… Mushroom Gravy… Oh man.
If I could go back in time. It would be a family Thanksgiving circa 1984 or so.
She never wrote down her recipes, but my dad and I have gotten pretty close on her cabbage rolls.
That’ so amazing. My brother has been trying for years to match my grandmother’s soups. He’s getting closer and closer. I wonder if we are trying to match what it was really like or what we THINK it was like?
Regardless, I would love to travel back and eat it too!
My grandmother would make this three layer jello salad with cream cheese and it was so good, we would fight over it. I’ve since tried to make it from her recipe and from ones off the internet, but it’s just not…right. I do miss her now…and not just for her jello salad, but it IS a great memory.
Wow! That does sound good. No wonder you all fought over it! Is there any other recipes you can remember?
My grandma let the family handle most of the cooking at the holidays; she made the best green bean casserole I’ve ever had — a recipe she took with her. Though knowing her, it had extra butter in it, and she probably figured out a way to hide carrots in it; she put carrots in everything, because she heard they keep your eyes working perfectly (even though our whole family wore thick glasses).
Wow! How the heck can you hide carrots?! That’s so weird!
I really love carrots and green bean casserole, maybe it’s a good combination!
She would grate carrots so fine that it’d just be carrot powder, and she put it in everything… stuffing, casseroles, cakes, even jell-o salads. You couldn’t even taste it, but there’d be fine orange flakes in all her food. She was a fine cook, but you just had to accept that everything you ate would have ‘carrot dust’ in it. “For your eyes!”
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