A few months ago I had a craving for my father’s chicken fricassee. If my father were still alive I would have called him up and he would have talked me through the process of making it. My father is no longer alive so I turned to my cookbooks and the recipes I found for chicken fricassee were nothing at all like the stew of chicken necks, gizzards and wings in a watery sweet and sour tomato sauce that I enjoyed as a kid. I assumed that the dish was an invention of my father’s. I then attempted to replicate the dish from my memory of it and failed. A couple of weeks ago I saw an article on the internet, and I can’t remember where, that talked about Jewish fricassee and it sounded an awful lot like the dish I was hankering after. This afternoon I went to the butcher and picked up all of the chicken elements of the dish, a couple of packages each of wings, necks and gizzards. My father never cooked directly from a cook book. He used to re...
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well, if you were in England, I'd take the humous!
ReplyDeleteDo you have soup kitchen sorts of places there that would take the bread at least?
Sandy in the UK
How about some "care packages" for some elderly in your building.
ReplyDeleteMaybe you should invite the neighbors in for a light supper tonight... Wow! You've really got your work cut out for you in the next days.
ReplyDeleteCare packages to non-Jewish neighbors?
ReplyDeleteHow about freezing the bread? Something tells me that you don't have room in the freezer, though ;)
ReplyDeleteWe have been distributing packages of food to neighbors. The rolls that are still left on Friday are going to be transformed into a huge bread pudding and brought to a pot luck lunch at my synagogueon Saturday after services along with all of the cake which is filling our freezer.
ReplyDeleteSo yes, our fridge is less full than it was this morning.
I found out last night that the chef who cooked all of the food for the Bar Mitzvah used to be the chef at the Russian Tea Room.