Take some Matzoh, a flat, unleavened bread eaten during the Jewish observance of Passover, spread some margarine and top with salt. Suddenly I'm 8 years old again, sitting at the kitchen table.
This is one of my early memories of childhood, and Passover. Tonight, I made up this as a late snack before retiring, and I feel like I'm back in NY and it's 1969 again. Amazing that is the year the Mets won the World Series...
Other Passover memories: The circus came to town around that time. Badgering my parents for a hamburger, knowing I could not eat any bread that week. The "other" sets of plates and silverware we used only during this week.
A final memory: Matzoh Brei is a fried egg and matzoh recipe eaten at this time. I have a split skillet that folds over. The skillet is perhaps 50 years or older, handed down from my Mom. I make Matzo Brei with this skillet every year, as a tribute to my Mom's memory.
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