My dad’s mother was a great cook.
She would visit us in NJ and we in turn would go to Baltimore to see her. I loved spending time with her. She would teach me about Polish foods and Jewish cooking. She was Polish and my grandfather was Jewish.
She prepared many meals for us sharing her secrets with me as she prepared her Matzo Ball Soup or Potato Kugel. I could hardly wait to see her and when I knew she was coming to visit I was happiest.
I remember the Polish Bow Ties that she would make and the anticipation of biting into the pastries sprinkled with powered sugar and piping hot. They were delicious.