sarah in nyc

 When I was growing up occasionally the Jewish bakeries would have a few slabs of tzibbile pletzle, onion board   out on top of the counter. My father would always sigh a big sentimental sigh and but a chunk which we would share . I don't think that I remember tzibbile pletzle ever even making to the car. It was always consumed standing, often while still in the bakery. The bakeries used to make the pletzele out of challah dough and top it with chopped onions and poppy seeds. My husband despises onions but loves onion rolls and  tzibbile pletzle. No, I don't understand that either but that is one of the big mysteries of life. I didn't have extra challah dough hanging around but I did have a bunch of bread dough in the fridge. About a third of it got turned into stove top  baked naan. I was in the mood for  tzibbile pletzle so I stretched put the dough. I chopped an onion and cooked it in the microwave with some fresh thyme olive oil and honey and spread it ov...

Image from uwec.edu This is essentially what the house I grew up in looks like. There are thousands of them all over New England. If you were looking to build one just like this in 1955, you would look for "Garrison Colonial' in a house plan catalog. The location of the treees in the photo is almost exactly right too.   Image from antiquehomestyle.com These houses could be customized with fancier woodwork or higher end plumbing. Often, various additions were added over the years. The house I grew up in, had a large side porch added soon after my parents moved in. I have been in Boston for the past several days, helping to take care of my mother who is now in the hospital. Yesterday I spent some time with a friend who I haven't seen since I was sixteen.  My friend lives in a Garrison Colonial that was built just slightly fancier than the one I grew up in. My mother moved out of the house I grew up in just a year ago. I loved being able to re-experience the sp...