Grandma Rosie had a saying: “Never cheat your stomach.” My father still quotes her regularly. He especially enjoys reminiscing about the meals that had him racing home from school every day at lunchtime. My dad didn’t get a peanut butter sandwich for lunch. There was no breakfast cereal in my grandmother’s kitchen. Here, instead, are a few inspired examples of my grandmother’s own creative cooking style.
The spinach-potato knish my dad ate last weekend got him started reminiscing about Grandma’s “spinach and potatoes.” She mashed lightly cooked greens into her potatoes, and my mother reports that Grandma made sure to include the cooking liquid for extra flavor. She never made “plain” mashed potatoes. My dad rolls his eyes as he describes this.
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