LEGENDS AND MEMORIES…..by ISABEL

My mother was the middle child of five…but for many years she was a youngest child. Her two, much older, sisters had formed a kitchen “team” with their mother and they didn’t want her in the way. So…. she never learned how to cook. She spent a lot of time with her father having “intellectual” discussions and sometimes going to work with him. He died, tragically, when she was 12. Her mother soon remarried, as one did in those days, the younger children fit in with the new husband’s once motherless children but my mother was, once again, the odd “man” out.
The only things she ever cooked when we were growing up was a very good sour apple pie for Thanksgiving (pumpkin too..but the recipe was on the can) and very occasionally blintzes…which were also quite good.

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